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You are woken up to the sun streaming down onto your face. You're not sure what time of day it is, as there is no clock in your room. You are also left without a cell phone, you should really look into getting one soon. You roll over to the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep that has built up in your eyes. They kind of feel puffy and swollen from all the crying you did last night before going to bed.

You decide the best thing for you right now is a shower. You pull back the covers and swing your legs off the edge of the bed. Standing up barefoot still in Summers old clothes, you walk over to the bedroom door and open it.

There isn't any noise coming from within the house so you assume everyone is either at work or school. You make your way over to the bathroom, two doors down the hallway. You see that there are fresh towels next to the shower so you close the bathroom door, locking it behind you. You start to strip off your clothing piece by piece until you are standing there naked in front of the mirror.

You look at your reflection and glide your fingers over the scars you can see. There is a long scar going from your belly button to the side of you hip, a small circular scar on your upper thigh, as well as some small, hardly noticeable ones lining other parts of your body.

While you are examining yourself in the mirror you turn on the water to the shower, waiting for it to reach the right temperature. Steam starts to slowly fill up the bathroom, fogging up the mirror. You step into the shower letting the hot water hit your tense muscles in your back. The feeling of the cascading water slowly relaxing you and your mind.

You close your eyes, thinking about the events that transpired yesterday and how you came to be here. Not much of this makes any sense. The family seem to really like you. You are grateful that Beth has let you stay in her home for as long you need. The same can't be said for Rick. That obnoxious bastard has already gotten on your nerves, you aren't sure how long you can put up with him.

After spending a fair amount of time in the shower thinking, you turn of the water and grab a towel. You squeeze out the excess water from your hair and pat it dry. You wrap the towel around your body, pick up the dirty clothes and unlock the door. You turn off the light to the bathroom and open the door, stepping out backwards so you can close it after you.

With the door shut, you turn back around about to take the next few steps when you bump into something solid. Both occupants weren't paying attention, the run in causing them to fall to the floor.

"Ow what the fuck"

You look up at Rick just as he was looking up at you. You can feel the pain start to throb in your tailbone where you hit the floor, so you rub at it slightly to try and ease the pain. You look back up at Rick and notice he is looking at you strangely. His eyes are drawn downwards. You look to where he is staring and your face drains of its colour.

Your breasts are on full display for this man. You shriek in embarrassment and scramble to get up. You forget all about the dirty clothes you are carrying and stand up clinging the towel to your body. You start to make a dash for the bedroom when the towel gets stuck under your foot and causes you to fall down on your face. The towel is pulled away from your body exposing your naked backside.

Now your face is red from embarrassment, you just want to hide under your blankets from the world. You can still feel a pair of eyes on you, so you look back at Rick and your suspicions are correct. He is just staring, staring right at your ass.

"Damn if I-I had of known you were this hot maybe I wouldn't have been such a dick."

What Ricks says out loud causes further embarrassment for yourself. You just want to get away as quickly as possible. You jump back up to your feet, grab your towel and rush for the door a few feet away. There was no point in hiding yourself now, he has seen everything. You slam the door and run to your bed planning on staying there for the rest of the day.

The last thing that Rick saw was the bouncing of your ass cheeks.

"Yup. T-that's one hot bod." You hear Rick say before you hear the bathroom door close.

You accidentally fall back asleep and wake up a couple hours later. You go to the wardrobe and raid through it to see what to wear. There are some of Beth and Summers clothes, not a whole lot of variety to choose from. You decide to wear a pair of black shorts and a simple grey tank top. It was starting to get hotter so you try to dress for the weather.

The house is now empty as you come down the stairs and look throughout the rooms. You go into the kitchen and find some crackers in one of the cupboards. You take the crackers and yourself towards the living room. You contemplate whether to watch TV when the door off to the side grabs your attention. You remember this being the door to the garage so you go and take a look.

Everything happened to quickly while you were in there last time, now was your chance to snoop around. You head over to the shelf and rummage through some of the boxes. There was one there that was marked time travel stuff. You pass over that box not wanting to damage anything and get yourself in trouble. As you are going over things your hand accidentally touches a small box with a button on top.

Suddenly a tall, blue figure emerges.

"I'm Mr Meeseeks. Look at me!"

You jump back startled. Not knowing what to do you say the first thing that comes to mind.

"Uhh, please go away?"

"Can dooooo."

All of a sudden the blue thing disappears. You are left there dumbfounded wondering what the hell just happened. You decide to quickly leave the garage before you touch something else and break it. You pick your cracker box back up and head to the couch to watch some TV.

The first to come home is Rick and Morty. Morty looks exhausted as Rick plops down next to you on the sofa. Rick looks down at the crackers on the coffee table before picking them up and eating some. You glance over at Morty who can't focus on anything.

"Morty are you ok? You don't look so good."

"Y-y-yeah I'm ok. Just worried about failing school."

You look over to the boy with worry.

"Is there anything you need help with? I could try and have a crack at it. Teach you some things."

You smile over at Morty as his face lights up.

"I-I-if you don't mind I could you some help, yeah"

The rest of the afternoon is filled with you tutoring Morty on basic maths. He may not be the smartest tool in the shed but he did learn very quickly. You are pretty impressed with yourself as you know all the answers to Mortys homework. Satisfied with your work, you and Morty head back downstairs waiting for dinner. You find yourselves back in the living room with Rick who has hijacked the television.

You sit on the opposite end to where Rick is sitting, letting Morty sit in the middle. You turn your attention to the TV curious about all these new channels. Rick is flipping through multiple channels, stopping every so often. He comes to a show called Ball Fondlers. From what you can tell it is an action show about a team of different people who fight in the army.

You can't help but get involved, watching and waiting to see what will happen next. They are mid fight when Rick changes the channel. Resuming to channel surfing.

"Aww. Why did you change it Rick? That was just starting to get good."

Rick looks over at you with his brow raised.

"I-It's my interdimensional cable box, I can change the-urp- channel when I want to."

You cross your arms and pretend to sulk. It's not long now before you are engrossed in something else. A guy named Phillip Jacobs, a man who takes his personal space way to seriously, fills the screen. You can't help but burst out laughing at how ridiculous he is.

"Omg who comes up with these shows?" You wipe the tears that are forming in your eyes, grabbing on to your stomach as it starts to hurt from the laughter.

Rick is now watching you as you finally start to calm down. You lock eyes with each other not breaking eye contact. You remember the incident that happened earlier today, going wide eyed you look away in embarrassment. You can clearly see Rick smirking to himself with satisfaction as you submit in defeat.

"Well this has been fun. I'm going to go see if Beth needs any help with dinner."

You jump up from the couch and exit the room in haste.

"H-hey Rick?"

"What is it Mor-urp-ty?"

"D-do you think that she could come on the next adventure with us?"

"I'll think –urp- about it Morty."

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