Rick was more perturbed, than usual, as he was getting ready for prom. His mother was fussing over him incessantly, preening him more than she had ever done before. He knew she was mostly glad that he was going; he had repeatedly told her that he had no interest in it- only to tell her otherwise at the last moment.

"I still can't believe that you and Myra aren't going together!" His mother huffed, combing his crazed hair into place as he frowned at her. "I really thought you would have asked her to go!"

Rick rolled his eyes, "We're friends mom; why the fuck w-would I want to change or complicate things?"

"Language." His mother said in a warning tone, "I know that you are friends with her; I just always thought you might have liked her…. A little more than a friend."

His father snorted from the recliner chair nearby, "We should just be thankful that he's taking a girl along with him."

Rick scowled at his father's words.

"Is Myra at least coming over for photos?" Rick's mother pouted as she ignored his father. She scooped a mass of her red hair back into place as she straightened up to admire her handiwork.

Rick shrugged, "I don't know. Does it matter?" He was feeling annoyed by her constant questioning.

His mother placed her hands on her hips, "Richard, it's the absolute least I expect from you two. Photos of both of you." She grinned at him, her pretty face brightened, "Even friends have to get their photos taken together for prom."

Rick frowned at her, "Fine." He muttered, folding his hands across his chest in frustration. Who was he to refuse his own mother?

The truth was, he was annoyed that Myra hadn't drawn the conclusion they were going to prom together. Did he have to spell out every fucking detail for her? When he had heard she had turned three guys down already, he assumed she knew they were going together; it was the logical thing. Myra was such an idiot.

He had stupidly boasted to the other boys at school, about how he was going to ask Rebecca Carter, because she was 'easy'; only because they already teased him relentlessly about being just friends with Myra. They seemed rather amused at the fact that he hadn't 'sealed the deal' with her, so to speak.

There was a knock on the door, and Rick snapped back to the present. His mother peeked out the curtains and then clapped her hands excitedly.

"Myra is here!" she grinned, virtually skipping towards the front door.

Rick frowned and rolled his eyes. He could hear the sound of the door opening, followed by a shrill squeal of delight from his mother.

"OH, MY GOODNESS YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL!" his mother shrieked and rushed back into the living room. "Rod, grab the camera!" she was beaming as she glanced at Rick's father and vanished around the corner once more.

"Woah, calm down, Mrs Sanchez!" Myra exclaimed as Rick's mother continued to laugh and clap her hands.

Rick's father nudged him, suddenly seizing his attention. Rick looked up at the stern man, both frowned at each other bitterly before his dad spoke, "That girl is the best darn thing about you." He said, shaking his head, "She makes your asshole antics somewhat tolerable. Make sure to smile in at least one photo." His father thrust the camera into Rick's hands and wandered back towards the armchair.

His father rarely spoke to him; he wasn't the most 'hands on' dad. Rick wasn't entirely sure if he had just been given the Rodrigo Sanchez version of a pep-talk; though it certainly felt like it. Rick's dad wasn't one to mince words; he knew what he liked and didn't like and there were a lot of things that Rod didn't like. To hear that he actually enjoyed another living person was a rarity; let alone someone who willingly associated with Rick. Rick didn't know what to make of the whole deal.

His mother suddenly rushed into the room and snatched the camera up, "Hurry up; we need photos!" Her entire face was bright with a happiness Rick had not seen in her for years. Being married to a sourpuss, like his father, had gradually sucked the life out of her over the years; but looking at her then, Rick could almost assume it had come back in the one hit.

Myra walked into the room and Rick felt surprised. For someone who hated wearing dresses, she certainly looked good in one. She was wearing a lavender-coloured dress, which flattered her lean figure; her face was livened and softened with a light splash of makeup. She wasn't harsh on the eyes before she had been dolled up; though he was feeling like he was looking at her with a fresh set of eyes. She did look beautiful; there was no denying it.

"L-l-look at you." Rick found himself grinning, "For a moment there I-i-I could almost see a fucking girl." He laughed teasingly.

"Richard!" His mother snapped, "She looks so beautiful; you do sweetie, you look like an angel!" Mrs Sanchez was smiling as she turned to Myra.

"Thanks… I think my mother went a little overboard with everything; but I decided to give her a little win. I mean, I will be moving far away after graduation." She smiled as she looked at Rick, "Not bad, Rick Sanchez; nice to see that hair calmed down for once." She smirked, glancing up at his smoothed down hair.

Rick's mother started insistently taking an array of photographs with both of them. It felt like hours ticked by until there was another knock on the door. Mrs Sanchez disappeared to go and answer it. Rick knew it was probably Rebecca; her told her to drop by his house, rather than having to go pick her up.

"I'm already over prom, and it hasn't even started." Myra moaned in a frustrated tone. "This dress is the worst."

"You actually look pretty nice." Rick shrugged, "It suits you." His hand absent-mindedly wandered to an object concealed in his pocket. His hand grasped a tiny little medicine bottle of a laxative solution he planned to use later to deal with both Bobby and Rebecca in one hit. There was no way he was going to let Myra off so easily for being an idiot. She wasn't going to ditch him tonight.

Rebecca and Bobby had arrived. Myra loitered around long enough to get another bombardment of photos before she said her goodbyes to Rick and his parents before she disappeared to get more photos taken by her own mother. Rick could tell that Myra felt like she was no more than prized cow on display for her mother.

The next few hours had passed relatively slowly. Myra's father had driven them all to the prom in the flashy, new Skylark he had given his daughter as an early graduation present. He never said a single word, even as he drove off; Myra didn't look phased by it in the slightest. Rick guessed she was used to him not giving two shits about anything; other than money. Either that or he really had gone overboard on the reprogramming.

Her father parked the car and made some mutterings of a farewell as he exited the car and climbed into a taxi. He was going to let Myra dictate her exit from Prom; which suited Rick just fine- he had plans of his own.


The dance had been boring. Rick danced with Rebecca, feeling increasingly annoyed with her shrill, constant babble. As he looked around, he noticed Myra looked fed up with the evening; he could tell she was itching to leave. Bobby sat next to her awkwardly at a table, and Rick noticed Myra rolled her eyes every, single time Bobby so much as opened his mouth. She hadn't even danced with the fuckwit.

Rick had successfully carried out his plan and managed to spike Rebecca's and Bobby's drinks with the laxative. He grinned in a devilish humour as they raced off, some moments later; knowing that they were about to shit themselves uncontrollably.

He started searching around for Myra, surprised to see her dancing with Robert Miller. She had constantly denied being attracted to him for years; despite Rick having read her diary, which contradicted her words. She was smiling, even laughing as he said something to her.

Rick felt an unfamiliar surge of anger and jealousy boiling inside of him. He slumped down in a seat and folded his arms across his chest, glaring at them. Myra was his friend; his lackey. No-one else had claim to her- Rick virtually owned her from the day that they met. She owed him everything. Why the hell was she dancing with that asshole? Why was she laughing? He wasn't even funny.

The realisation hit him hard as the song ended. Myra was another living person with her own free will; he couldn't control her; even with the neurological chip he had installed in her. But he knew he wanted to control her; he wanted her to look at him the way she had looked at Robert – wanted her to do sick, nasty things to him. He expected that she would; she owed him that much, at least. But, wanting and expecting things never got anyone anywhere.

"That was something." Myra let out a dreamy sigh as she flopped down in a chair beside Rick, "In another life, I would have melted at the very idea of Robert touching me, let alone dancing with me so…close." She trailed off as she stared at Rick, "What crawled into your rectal cavity and died?"

Rick frowned, "Nothing! This whole dance is lame and stupid. Why the fuck did I make t-t-the mistake of coming?"

Myra tilted her head slightly as she glimpsed at him, he watched as a few stray curls slid into her face as she frowned, "Because this may very well be the last boorish teenager thing we do together, Rick Sanchez." She stated, her silvery eyes were intense, "Now, if you think that you're getting away without dancing with me tonight; you're in for a rude awakening." She began to grin as she yanked him to his feet as a slow song began to play.

Rick felt a smirk curving his mouth as she pulled him towards the dancefloor and tugged him close. Her arms wound around his neck and he directed his hands down to her waist, feeling oddly awkward. She smiled up at him, her eyes were bright as she boldly pressed her body against him.

He felt the warmth of her body surge through him, smelt the sweet, fruity scent of her perfume as she leant her head against his shoulder. A sudden, uncomfortable tightness in his pants alarmed him; now was not the time for an awkward boner.

Odd, that he had seen her naked countless times in their youth, but all he was thinking about was her completely nude. He saw her body had changed, had filled out in all the desirable places; he wanted to see it, to feel it. He had assumed sex in general would be amazing; but sex with Myra would be particularly interesting.

"Hey nerds." One of the jock boys seized their attention suddenly, slow-dancing with a girl beside them on the dancefloor. "Robert wants to know if you two are coming to the party at his place later?" Rick noticed how his eyes solely focused on Myra, meaning that he was only interested in if she was going.

"A party?" Myra murmured, glancing at Rick briefly, "Sure, we'll be there!"

"Right on!" the boy grinned back in response and disappeared into the crowd once more.

"Are you insane?" Rick mumbled, "You hate parties."

"We hate parties." She corrected, "But I want to spend more time with you; after all, I will be leaving for college in a few months…"

Rick frowned, grabbing her waist tightly suddenly, "Fine. We will go to the stupid party"

Her face suddenly flushed bright red and he smirked in response. He held her firmly, noting how she looked timid and embarrassed. Did she enjoy being manhandled?

His mind suddenly worked overtime on ways he could turn this sudden plan changer in his favour. By the end of the night, he was going to make sure he publicly ruined her for all men.


The morning sunlight streamed in through the unfamiliar window as Myra struggled to open her eyes. She glanced around the strange bedroom as she attempted to get her bearings; despite the painful throbbing in her head that was threatening to burst her skull.

She managed to have some very fuzzy recollections of the prom afterparty; she had consumed a lot of alcohol; Rick had encouraged her terrible antics.

Rick!

With the sudden thought her eyes whipped around to the mound next to her in the bed.

The messy mass of blueish hair confirmed her anguished memories. It had been a disappointing moment, when all her fantasised expectations came down to a less than a minute experience. Rick had passed out almost immediately afterward. Apparently, so had she.

She clenched her fists in annoyance and punched him in the shoulder.

He jerked awake instantly, "What the fuck!?" He snapped, his eyes were wide and bloodshot as he looked at her wildly, "Nice, uh… breasts you have there." He was grinning, despite the fact he had been so rudely awoken.

Myra punched him again, not attempting to hide her nudity. He chuckled pleasantly and ducked away from her assault, pulling the blanket to protect his head as she walloped him repeatedly.

"Rick Sanchez!" Myra snapped, "that was by far the briefest, and most disappointing moment in my life!"

Rick lunged at her, wrapping the blanket around her arms and pinning her beneath it. She squealed and attempted to wriggle free.

"Oh, I'm sorry; are you stuck?" Rick grinned down at her. His eyes were bright with humour, "don't like being an oversized burrito i-in a bed I'd certainly love to take a black light to?"

Myra smirked at him, "we can't be premature about this, Rick…" She felt the teasing smile curve her lips.

She was surprised as Rick's face began to turn red. Was he embarrassed?

He let her go and stood up, gathering his clothes, "Cut me some slack! Y-y-you had me all pent up… y-y-you got me too excited last night!"

Myra stood up and pressed her hands against his forearms to stop him, as he started to pull his pants on, "Don't be such a dinghole." She frowned, "If you think that I'm going to let you leave without truly and completely satisfying me, I might just have to tie you to that bed …"

Rick glanced at her, and she was surprised to see the shock and humility in his eyes.

It was gone moments later as he smirked, "Oh, really?" he grinned at her, "Well, I-i-I can't say that's not something I'd be into…" he cocked a brow at her.

Myra pressed her body against his, feeling a sense of comfort as she felt his warmth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him down for an eager kiss. He responded with enthusiasm, his mouth hot against hers as he pressed her back onto the bed.

She suppressed the urge to moan at how wonderful it felt to be held beneath him; at how right everything seemed.

He pressed his mouth against her neck, sending tingles of pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn't help but to gasp at the sensation, and she felt his mouth curve into a sly smile against her skin.

The door suddenly burst open and there was a bright flash, followed by a disgusted grunt.

"Oh man, that's quite the sight there, Sanchez!" Robert was chortling with a group of fellow jockey meatheads. He was holding camera, smiling with amusement as Rick leapt back and hurriedly began to cover himself and Myra with a blanket.

Myra and Rick scowled as the group began to chortle again; Robert took another photo with a blinding flash.

She leapt to her feet, indifferent to the fact she was naked. Their eyes wandered eagerly over her as she rushed towards them, clearly oblivious to the fact.

She snatched the camera without hesitation, throwing it with force at the floor. It shattered.

The boys let out cries of surprise; she punched Robert in the face and grasped him by the hair, forcing his head down as she brought her knee up. She heard a sickening crunch as his nose broke and kicked him in the gut, forcing him back into the hallway. He fell in a heap on the wooden floor; blood gushed from his nose and mouth, where teeth were missing.

"Fuck. You. Asshole." she said. With each word she kicked him sharply in the ribs. She glared darkly at the other boys, who were all staring at her in horror. She feigned a rush at one of them, and he tripped over as he went to run away.

"Get the fuck away from me, you Neanderthals." She snarled at them. They all began to disperse Robert was lying in a bloody heap on the floor. Perhaps it had been a little overkill; but he deserved every bit of it.

She turned back to the room, surprised to see Rick already dressed. He thrust her dress at her, "Haver I ever mentioned how beneficial being friends with a psycho bitch like you is?" He laughed, "If I-I had a few of my things on me I'd have done that myself; you kinda saved me the hassle."

Myra climbed into her dress and turned around. Rick zipped her up without hesitation and she turned to look at him with a smug grin, "Beneficial is certainly one way of putting it, she chuckled, flexing and unflexing her right hand, which was beginning to ache from her punch.

"Let's get the hell out of here, Morty." Rick muttered, stepping over Robert's unconscious body in the hallway. "We have better things to be doing…"

"Like each other?" Myra added with a grin.

Rick snickered in response.


They had spent more and more time 'experimenting' with sex.

Strictly for scientific reasons, they continuously assured each other.

Their real work had taken a back seat in the time, leading up to graduation; and even in the many weeks before Myra started college. They seemingly couldn't keep their hands off each other, no matter how hard they tried to refocus.

"We need to stop- I'm getting all chafed, Sanchez!" Myra snickered as Rick pressed her against the workbench in their lab, "We're going to wreck these subterranean combustor pods!" She giggled with delight as he started to nibble at the flesh on her neck.

"Mmm you really know how to make something so unimportant sound erotic.." Rick smirked at her, restraining her arms as she tried to wriggle free.

Myra managed to squirm past him, "I'm serious, Rick!" she chuckled, feeling breathless, "What are we going to do when I am at college?"

Rick was frowning, "Simple. Don't go." He shrugged his shoulders, "Y-you may not be as smart, as I am; but y-you're still too intelligent for 'college'." He stressed the word. "Besides, w-we're going to make a breakthrough in teleportation, in just a few weeks…"

"We can't focus enough to even think about doing that!" She laughed in disbelief, "So, unless I want to sponge off my parents, for the foreseeable future; I think it's best that I attend college, get a degree…"

Rick feigned falling asleep and made a loud snoring noise.

She punched him in the shoulder and he laughed in response, "Seriously, Morty; t-that shit will all be redundant sooner, rather than later. Plus college i-is valuable years out of our lives, which can be devoted to something far more important."

"As much as I believe, in everything we are trying to achieve; the pessimist in me is also nagging away at the back of my mind…" She frowned.

"Just be a sponge!" Rick smirked at her, "W-we'll be out of this lame-ass town before you know it. Hell, we may even be off this planet, if my plans pan out."

Myra made a pained expression and Rick frowned at her, "W-what happened to you 'owing 'me for life, Morty?"

Myra gave him a shocked expression, "Ooh you didn't just go there, Sanchez!" She said, a wry smirk curving her mouth, "You're such a devilish temptress!" She grinned, giving him a shove, "Can't I… I don't know… see how one semester goes before I make up my mind?" She laughed, and Rick shrugged his shoulders at her.

"I-I already know y-you'll hate it, Morty!" He grinned at her.

Deep down, she knew he was right.


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