AHHHHH XD I GOT SO DRUNK TODAY IT WAS GREAT.
Here's a chapter I write during that time ;3
Morticia's eyes had been glued to the window all day. Ignoring the pile of classwork and homework on her desk that Summer had been bringing her for the past few days, and instead searching for that familiar saucer.
In her head was a swirl of emotions that took their turns overwhelming the gIrl. The anxiousness of what Rick was going to be like when he came back. The anger at Rick for just leaving without so much as an explanation and trapping her in the house with the electro-collar. The dread of the knowledge that she's endangered of being body-snatched by a malicious Rick. And the worst, the small gnawing fear that he has up and abandoned his family once more, and will never be seen from any of them again.
But a small bubble of hope swelled in Mortys' chest, fueled by memories of Rick being there for them, saving her hide and bonding over their adventures.
'He is coming back. He wouldn't do that to us, to me.' She hoped more than anything.
The brunette broke her gaze from the dusk sky. She went back to rehearsing what she was going to say when Rick was back.
She wasn't sure about what approach she would take. On one hand she was furious with him for how he treated her. But on the other… she simply wanted to hug him as soon as she saw him.
She rolled out of her bed and tread to her mirror. She saw a pale, sleep-deprived girl with a tangled mess of hair wearing the same pajamas from the past few days.
"God." She croaked.
It certainly had been quite the week for the young Smith. She wouldn't be surprised if she had a gray hair or twenty.
It had all started when she woke up on the floor of the garage.
She was cold and her body ached from the awkward position she had blacked out in. Twisted on her side, one leg bent, the other straightened out. She pushed herself up, joints popping as she did so.
Sitting there in the dark, she went through the events that led up to her taking a concrete nap.
Rick left. After being the biggest ass in the multiverse, he just left because she was on her period.
She bit her lip. Tears running down her cheeks.
She slowly stepped towards the door into the house with her arms stretched out in front of her so to not bump into anything.
Walking into the house, Morty was stopped by her mom before she could go upstairs to throw a pity party in her room.
"Hey sweetheart, dinners ready." Beth called from the dining room. "What's with the collar?" She tilted her head.
"I-I'm not so hungry mom." She lied. Beth saw right through her and could hear the sadness in her daughters voice.
The blonde walked over and put a hand on the young girls shoulder. "What's wrong Morty?"
"I-It's nothing, I just don't feel good." Morty shrugged her hand off. Morty tried walking up the stairs again but Beth caught her by the hand softly. Morty turned to face her.
"Is it about Rick?" Beth asked, an eyebrow lifted.
Morty looked down and sighed. "Yeah."
"Goddammit dad what have you done this time?" Beth muttered to herself.
"He left m-m-mom." Mortys voice quaked. She began weeping, descending the few steps that separated her from the older woman. The teenager wrapped her arms around Beth and cried into her chest.
"Morticia, what's wrong?" Beth asked again, more worried this time. "Why so emotional? What did he do?" She stroked Mortys hair.
"H-H-He left because I started my p-period." She confessed.
"Wait you started your per-" she started. "Nevermind, that's insane! Are you sure that's why he left? Why would he leave because of that?"
If she was honest with herself, Morty was just as confused as her mom.
"I don't k-k-know, he just said it pissed him off too much and left!" She sniffled, "He said he would be back in a week."
Beth rolled her eyes. "He's probably just being his normal asshole self. I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it."
"I don't know m-mom, he was really angry with me today and for l-l-like no reason."
"Oh Morty, come on." She pulled away from the embrace. "Let's eat dinner and talk, I'm sure you'll feel a little better after that. Ok?"
Morty nodded her head.
Dinner was a painful reminder of all of the days events. Mortys parents, especially Jerry, wanted to hear every detail. She told them almost everything, beside the fact that she could be kidnapped by some weirdo or that Rick almost slapped her in fear of their reactions.
After she finished her story, she listened silently to the whole family talk shit about Rick, which he deserved.
They all decided they would give Rick a serious reality check whenever he returned. Morty didn't care she was just tired and wanted to rest.
Summer had tried to give her the same talk she had given her earlier that day, the one about "Aunt Flo" and birth control but Morty excused herself from the dinner table to shower and go to bed.
However sleeping wasn't in the cards for Morticia Smith that whole week.
Morty had tried several different ways of getting out of the house. All the windows, all the doors, even trying to remove the collar, but it wouldn't budge. Every attempt to leave the abode ended with a painful shock that knocked her to the ground.
She spent most of her time playing video games or washing her bloodied sheets and clothes at first at least. Even with the heavy duty pad she used at night time she always found in the morning that her pajama pants and bed sheets were stained red where her tailbone had been. She gave up on cleaning them.
As the week went on, the stress of where Rick was consumed most of her thoughts. And when the girl wasn't thinking about that, she shivered at the thought of being abducted. In fact, that was what kept her up at night. Every time she heard a creak of the house or shuffle from outside she shot up and looked out the window and around her room.
To calm herself, she slipped her hand past her pants' elastic and thought of her grandpa. These lustful thoughts had been going on for so long she held almost no shame as she climaxed to the taboo images in her mind of her and Rick intertwined.
The only negative thing she felt about it was that she knew it would never happen, especially now that he seems disgusted with her and her cycle.
She quit showering, quit changing from her pajamas to her day clothes, quit doing her homework.
As her period got lighter, she knew she was closer to seeing Rick again.
Then the seventh day passed.
Morty looked out her window again, the sky darker than before. Her fear of abandonment intensified.
'Where is he? He should be here by now.' She bit her fingernails that Summer had insisted on painting for her a few days ago.
The brunette checked her phone. It was 9:46 pm and she received a text. Her heart stopped.
*hey its jessica*
The phone buzzed again.
Dropping the phone on the bed she went through what Summer had told her earlier today. Something like some kids that shared homeroom with Morty were worried about her and she gave them her number.
Morticia scolded her sister saying that they probably just wanted to pick on her. She never imagined Jessica would notice that she was gone.
She had a crush on the redhead ever since the third grade, but she was so out of her league that Morticia romanticized her from afar. Hell she didn't even know if the prep was into girls, especially sweaty awkward ones like the Smith.
But now she was texting her!
Morty was dying to know what the text read, but at the same time she was terrified to read it.
Her curiosity got the best of her and she picked up the phone.
*this is morticia smith rite?*
The young girl squealed, face flushed. She texted back immediately.
*yeah..*
Seconds later Jessica replied.
*how r u feeling? a lot of us in class r wondering about u*
'Oh yeah.' Morty thought, 'Summer told everyone I was really sick.'
The girl paced frantically around the room thinking of a response.
*I'm doing better, just a really bad flu.*
*oh ur sister said u had mono*
Morty stopped in her tracks. 'Dang Summer, way to be dramatic.'
*oh that's what I meant.*
*so the kissing disease? who have u been kissing ;)*
Morty blushed even harder, how was she supposed to reply to that?
But another text came in before the teen had a chance to respond.
*just kidding haha im just texting u to give you the answers 2 some of the math homework*
Text after text started coming in. Pictures of the homework that had been given in Mr. Goldenfolds class blew up her phone.
Wow, Jessica really was perfect. So considerate and friendly.
'Unlike Rick' she thought.
She typed on the touchscreen with shaky hands.
*omg thank you so much Jessica.*
*np btw homeroom wanted me 2 tell u hi so hi*
'Did homeroom really say that?' Morty grinned.
*Tell them ditto :)*
*well im going 2 bed, get some sleep morty. nite*
*goodnight*
Even though the whole ordeal only lasted a few minutes it left Morty shook. She read through the texts again and again and again, every time not believing that she had actually had a private conversation with Jessica. It was a dream come true.
Morticia was flying high. Situations of making friends with Jessica and her posse and climbing the social ladder at school filled her head. She couldn't wait to see the popular girl at school tomorrow.
She frowned, feeling the collar. Her mood plummeted.
She wouldn't get to see her tomorrow. Not with Rick gone.
'Damn him.' The teen cursed the old man in her mind.
Checking the time again, 9:54 pm, she speculated if the genius was close to home yet. As she was about to check the window again, she remembered what her crush texted her 'get some sleep morty'.
She was right. Morticia was not going to let her lose another night of sleep over Rick, he wasn't worth it. Morty had her own life out side of him. She had some acquaintances at school, hobbies, homework, heck some places even hired fifteen year olds so she could probably get a job. Screw Rick and his stupid adventures, since he hated her so much he could do them by himself.
The girl tiptoed out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen. Everyone was either asleep or trying to get there.
She opened the medicine cabinet and searched for her dads Ambien.
She found the half full bottle of pills and swallowed one dry.
She put the medicine back where she found it and ascended the stair case.
Morty tucked herself into bed in her dark room.
On her phone, she looked up 'how to know if a girl likes you'. She clicked on a wikihow link and began reading.
Before she knew it she was deep asleep.
Morty was stirred from her slumber when she heard her door open.
Someone stumbled in, she shot up. "W-Who's there!"
"M-M-Morty, oh Morty." Rick whispered and flicked on the light switch.
The bright lIghts blinded Morty, but through her squinted eyes she saw a severely drunken Rick with a bottle in hand. Her severely drunken Rick.
"I-I-I-EUGH-'m back." The man tripped over his own feet and fell on the floor, spilling liquid on her bedroom carpet.
"R-Rick?" Morty swung her legs to the side of her bed and hopped up clumsily as an effect of the medication.
"It's me, M-Morty, I-I-I-" Rick stood up and tottered his way over to his granddaughter, drooling."I missed you s-URP-ooooo much." He grabbed her not so gently by the shoulders.
The young girl quickly went through her declamation in her head and used all the emotions she had built up over the last week to deliver it. She stepped back from his grasp and squared up her shoulders.
"I'm really disappointed in you Rick. Y-You just left. Leaving me trapped in the house w-w-while knowing the possibility of me being stolen." She took a deep breath and examined Ricks expression, inebriated confusion.
"I-I know Mor-" Morty held a hand up and interrupted him.
"No, i-it's my turn to talk." She raised her voice slightly. "I-I-IIII lost so much sleep because of you and it's your fault!" She jabbed an accusing finger towards the old man. Rick almost innocently raised his unibrow.
"You only think about yourself! That's why you left! Just because you were pissed off." The girl clenched her fists.
"Shhhh. I can explain now Morty, please, just let me talk." Rick took a swig from the bottle and swayed.
"No! You h-have no excuses. You're g-gonna get kicked out Rick! You hurt us too much." Morticia grabbed at the collar around her neck. "This stupid collar being one of the many examples!"
Rick began pressing at his temples, he closed his eyes. "Okay!" He whispered angrily. "At least let me take off the 'example' before you yell at me more."
Mortys' nostrils flared, but she nodded. He set down the bottle.
Rick slipped his hand to the back of her neck. The collar, sensing his fingerprints, unlatched and clattered to the ground.
Morty stared him straight in the eye. Most of her rage was extinguished and what was left was relief to see her Grandpa, but she didn't plan on letting that show.
His hand slipped from her neck to her lower back, the other hand came to rest on the side of the girls still mad face.
Morty knitted her eyebrows, her stomach fluttering. She tried to step back and shake the hands off her but they stayed in place.
"G-Get off Ri-" Rick cut her off by bending down slightly and pressing their lips together roughly.
It was like he sucked the air out of her. Her eyes were wide and her lips were pressed in a tight line.
Everything was painfully still for who-knows how many seconds.
They were caught in a limbo, at least Morticia was. That bubble that had been in her chest earlier reappeared and expanded, consuming both her and Rick. Suffocating the roaring flames that had engrossed her mind like a fire blanket, leaving her blank.
She didn't plan on letting the relief show, but as Rick licked her bottom lip, the bubble popped, her eyes closed and her lips parted.
Rick tilted his head further and Morty followed suit in the opposite direction.
His tongue felted all around her mouth, she deepened the kiss back with obvious inexperience but wasn't like Rick noticed or cared.
With the hand on her lower back he hugged her to him tighter. She let out a squeak from the pressure and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Rick moaned into her mouth, walking forward, taking her with him.
When the back of her calves hit her bed, she automatically went with the flow and crawled backwards on to it. The mans hand went from her face to the surface to support himself as he climbed on top of the mattress, straddling the girl.
Both of them went horizontal, and Rick broke the kiss. He pulled his face a few inches away from hers. It was a stupid smile that he wore but Morticia found it enchanting and stared up at him.
"I-I missed you so URP much Morty." He burped out. Kind of gross, but Morty wasn't thrown off.
"M-Me too..." She swallowed, blushing.
Rick lowered his head and kissed underneath her ear and whispered. "I'll m-m-make it up to you M-Morty, we'll go on, go on a great adventure tomorrow. Just me and you. Rick and Morty. Morty and Rick dot com. Running around. For a hundred years, Ricky and Mort, it'll be great theyyyyyy, they'll make a TV show about it... Adventures... Morty and Rick odyssey... Rick and Mort..." He trailed off, slobbering all over her shoulder.
Rick suddenly gave into his stupor and laid all his weight on to the girl.
"Rick?" Morticia asked softly.
No answer.
"Rick?" She wheezed out more urgently.
Suddenly a loud snore was torn from the Sanchez.
'Oh geez' with some struggle she pushed him to the side so she could breathe fully.
She stared up at the ceiling.
'What just happened?'
She turned her head to Rick who was drooling on her covers.
'He... kissed me. We kissed. Like," Morty reddened, 'made out.'
'What did it mean?' She blinked.
She wanted to be mad at him so bad. For everything. But even trying, she couldn't. Her head hurt from the development and she guessed she wasn't going to get any answers until he woke up.
She silently stood up to turn off the light and close the door.
Pulling out the covers from underneath her Grandfather, she laid down on the bed and covered them with the comforter.
Tossing and turning, sleeping proved to be difficult even with the Ambien she took. But eventually she was able to fall asleep as she placed one of Ricks arms on top of her waist and got lost in her thoughts.
Dudeeeee I wanna smok som wad.