Chapter 7: Ruinous Rick
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Rick
Her stupid smile. The way she talked. Rick knew she was trying to steal Morty away from him, then smash his heart into a million pieces.
Thats what they all did. Relationships were pointless to Rick. He had to save Morty from attaching to anything, experiencing those stupid love things.
Experiencing what he experienced.
"I-I'm not coming to the cafeteria to see y-your stupid friends. I'm sure t-they're twice as annoying as you are." Rick said. He'd start small to make it seem realistic.
Immediately Skylars whole aura changed. She went from a 10 to a 4. "Jeez Morty don't be a bummer! I know you're really shy but you should at least try."
"O-oh shy huh? Maybe I'm just so weirded out by your annoying and strange confidence! I've tried to be nice and everyone's entitled to be stupid sometimes but you fucking abuse that privilege. I'm losing brain cells over here." Skylar furrowed her brow and clenched her fists. She was obviously not the type to display sadness, but more contradict it with anger. "What the hell is wrong with you Morty? I thought you were cool! Whats suddenly happened?" Skylar poked his chest hard. "Y'know Skylar you can't have an opinion on whether somebody's cool if your really uncool yourself. Your voice is nails on a chalkboard and I never wanted to talk to you in the first place!" Rick really chewed it out. He went right in her face.
"Y-your the one that called me a boy! I shouldn't have even tried to fucking clean up that mess you made!" She spat. Slowly backing away and getting farther from 'Morty', but Rick wasn't done yet. He walked towards her. Skylar turned back to him. "Yeah, t-that's because you practically are a boy. Y-y-you look like Jennifer Lawrence went through a tomboy phase without the pretty part." Rick spat. Skylar gasped slightly. Her eyes began to glisten. "I-I LIKE THE WAY I LOOK!" She yelled. "OH did I hit a nerve? B-boy you chose a good thing to be insecure about, but lemme tell ya there's a loooong list. Your b-boobs are practically non-existent and I STILL think you stuff your bra." Rick saw a tear make its way out of her eye. She hunched slightly, it reminded him of Morty when Rick went to far. Perfect.
Skylar sniffled. "Fuck you." Was all she said before she turned and ran. "Y-yeah, my thoughts exactly!" Rick yelled after her. Rick had done the job. Surely she wouldn't get near Morty now.
He tried to laugh to himself, but he felt a small ping of guilt in the back of his mind. He couldn't tell if it was for her or Morty. He pushed it away. "You did good Rick." He said to himself. He immediately portalled out of there and then flew home. He was sick of this idiotic school, and now he would cure Morty so they could adventure right away.
Morty
Morty felt sick, but also not sick. The only thing that hurt was his stomach, and he was throwing up every hour. He still studied nonstop for the test though. His focus was broken when Rick pummeled through the door. "Morty! I got a cure Morty! Drink this you'll feel b*EUgh*etter!" Morty would usually trust Rick, but why did Rick bother to take the time to cure him of a normal sickness? Unless it wasnt normal. "Rick what is this? D-did you have something to do with m-me being sick today?" Morty eyed him closely. "M-Morty now's not the time for questions! Drink so we can ADVENTUUURE!" Morty drank it, then said "Rick, t-t-thanks I feel a-alot better already, but I really need to stud-" Rick interrupted him. "Already taken care of MORTY! Your welc*EurGH*ome" Rick swigged his flask. "W-what?! How? Rick! W-w-what did you do?" Morty stood up, his hands on his head. "Morty, Morty, shhhh. You feeling better? Good lets get the fuck outta here." Rick began to go for the door. "RICK! I wanna know what you did!" Morty put his head in his hands. "Uhhh mm" Rick stammered. "I-I just hypnotized the teacher and made her think you already did the test! Your welcome to your WHOLE history class by the way. St*EurGH*op with the questions lets get the hell outta here."
With that, Rick portalled and pulled Morty through with him. Morty looked around. It looked like a... Rock concert? "R-Rick what is this?" Morty asked. "First off, Your welcome MORTY! Prepare for the best fucking day of your goddamn life. This. This is a BALL FONDLERS CONCERT BIIIITCH!" Mortys eyes lit up. Sure it sounded great, but he wasn't able to enjoy anything. He was still worrying about what Rick did and the test. What if Rick was lying and he still had to take it? "R-Rick, you sure you handled my test situation... Well?" Morty looked at the ground. Its not that he didn't trust him... Well he didn't fully. "Morty RELAX! What you don't trust me or somethin? Just go to sch*ERugh*ool tomorrow and see. Now stop worrying and lets watch some live action BALL FONDLERS! WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUUUB!" Morty still worried that Rick was sloppy in his aid, but decided he was right and enjoyed their adventure- well concert.
Rick had been awfully determined with his adventures lately, Morty wasn't even sure he needed anything anyways. Morty loved it, but he wanted to go to school. Thats a phrase he never thought he would think. He did mentally thank Rick for making him better.
after all, he was really excited to see Skylar tomorrow!