Chapter 4: The Rising Problem
Hope you guys like the cover, I drew it myself. Obviously its Morty and Sky :P I'm not an amazing artist, but I tried! Enjoy and review!
Morty
He sped up to catch up to her. His mind still couldn't accept that this girl had just SAVED him from BRAD, and that she could be bother to do so. And now she wanted him to sit with her at lunch? This was obviously heaven and Morty had died, or just the greatest day of his life. "C'mon, we sit near the back so we don't have to listen or deal with those shitbirds like Brad and Jessica." Normally Morty would've defended Jessica, but for some reason now he didn't care. He much preferred being with this girl, Sky, anyways. Of course, things never went smoothly for Morty.
FWOOSH
The familiar sound of a portal and the green light entered Morty's view. Of course Rick needed him now.
Rick
Rick had been sitting in the garage all day. He had no ideas he could build, and frankly nobody to watch interdimensional cable with. Rick scrambled through boxes and cabinets, looking to see if he was out of anything or wanted any materials he may have to go on an adventure for. Nothing. Rick decided he would just go get Morty, Rick surely needed something he just couldn't think right now. Too much space tequila.
Rick portalled freely into the hall, luckily right beside Morty. "Come on Morty I need your brainwaves for some ingre*eURgh*dients." Rick said, unbothered. "Can it wait Rick? I-Im kind of in the middle of something." Morty said and turned to continue walking. "Sheesh Morty I guess you're becoming a normal idiotic teenager. Lets get outta here." Rick tried to pull Morty into the ship, which usually would have been successful but Morty shook his grip free. "S-SERIOUSLY RICK! Can't I have one full day at school? I-I'm really close to making a new friend! An A-ACTUAL friend!" Morty protested. "Morty these people are idiots I-I'm sure they don't actually want to be your friends MORTY." Rick spat coldly.
Oops. Rick thought that might've been too far, but he continued on. He'd already said it anyways. He realized though it was definitely too far when Morty assumed the usual hunch, but this time Rick thought he spotted tears until Morty yelled "W-WHAT? WHAT i-is SO important that I couldn't have O-ONE DAY RICK! ONE F-FREAKING DAY?!" Rick worried he would attract attention, and honestly felt bad. He scrambled to think of what he needed, but just like in the garage he realized he didn't actually need anything. "Uh-um we n-need more quillfruit because I lost the last one." Bingo! Rick applauded himself for the realistic excuse for an adventure. Morty growled to himself in frustration, and Rick saw his eyes were still teary. Guilt hit Rick like 1000 watts in the stomach. He didn't mean to make it sound like Morty was a loser. "hRRGh Rick! T-that adventure was too dangerous a-and y'know I-I'd like to stay at school right now. I-I CAN make friends maybe if you'd let me STAY FOR ONCE!" They were both silent as Morty looked in the opposite direction. Rick decided to make one last attempt. "L-look I'm sorry about the friend thing Morty I'm sure you can ma*EurGh*ke friends! Don't you wanna go adventure instead of being in this idiotic place?" Rick asked, rolling his eyes.
Although he felt a little bad, Rick Really wanted- needed to go on this adventure. For the quillfruit. "R-Rick I have a life outside you! I wanna meet o-other people than you!" Morty spat. Ouch. Now Rick was angry. How dare he? Rick felt like he'd been broken up with, but he wasn't sad. He didn't care at all, in fact. "Fine MORTY I can get it myself. But if I die its your fault."
Rick swigged his flask and tried his best to look, and feel unbothered, but he couldn't help but think about how this was the first time Morty denied, and denied, and denied an adventure. Rick left quickly and returned to the garage, getting out the quillfruit he'd secretly kept and placing it on the counter to look like he'd gotten it.
Morty
"Morty these peole are idiots I-I'm sure they don't actually want to be your friends MORTY." The words echoed in his mind. He was about to go into the cafeteria and continue on with his day when he felt something warm drip down his face. Was he crying? What Rick said had hurt, a lot, but it wasn't true. Morty was going to make a friend. He was gonna show him.
He wiped his face and slid into the nearby boys bathroom, washed his face, and quickly started walking back to the cafeteria. His fight with Rick cost him at least 5 minutes so Sky would be wondering where he was. Morty spotted her table. The closer he got, the more nervous he was. "I-I'm sure they don't actually want to be your friends MORTY." Ricks voice seemed to get meaner and colder each time he heard it. Morty slapped himself lightly and continued walking. It didn't help that Skylar sat with 2 other girls, presumably her friends, whom Morty would also have to meet and get used to. His mind boggled him more and more. "Don't acutally want to be your friends MORTY"
"Dont actually want to be your friends MORTY"
"Dont actually want to be your friends MORTY"
Morty stopped. He was over halfway through the large cafeteria, but Skylar was facing away from him at the table so she didnt see him. She was laughing with her friends. Morty felt tears sting his eyes again.
He turned
And ran out of the cafeteria.
Rick
Rick slumped in his chair. Did he go too far?
No, Morty had said something just as shitty and dickish to him... After Rick said what he said. Rick sighed heavily. If Morty wasn't keen on adventuring with him then theres no way it would go well if he asked him again after school. Rick decided he would set up Ball Fondlers and grab extra snacks and they'd have a good session, that oughta slap Morty out of his angst. Rick grabbed his keys and flew to the store, grabbing Mortys favorite chips, pop, and chocolate. Rick wasn't apologizing, this was just his way of... Helping Morty. Rick doesn't actually care about what he said. "I wanna meet other people than you!" Rick cringed at the words. But they didn't hurt in an offensive way whenever he thought of them. Rick just felt guilt. And he HATED guilt. Why was he guilty? He had nothing to be guilty over. Rick continued, ignoring the pain in his stomach.
Rick finished his shopping and zoomed home. He set up the snacks and put a couple pops in the fridge. Morty was gonna love this. Rick threw in a couple beers too. "No stupid teenagers could beat this!" Rick said to himself. "Whats all this dad?" Said Beth, only half paying attention strolling through with her purse. "Ah just the set up. Me and Morty are gonna binge some BALL FONDLERS! WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!" Rick said enthusiastically. "Aww dad, thats so sweet." Beth said, not paying attention as she left. Sweet? It wasn't sweet. Rick was doing this for Morty's own good, because Morty was being a little shit.
Rick fell onto the couch and cracked a beer. All that was left was to wait for Morty to get home. He wouldn't have had to do all this shit anyways if Morty had just come with him. Not that he needed to put all this time and effort into Morty anyways, he thought.
But Rick was secretly excited.