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"So tell me, how'd that flawless eyeliner end up down here?" Jessica asked as she dabbed a makeup remover wipe under Morty's still tearing eyes.

They were in the girls bathroom and a hurricane was forming inside of Morticia's gut. Still livid with her grandpa but in the presence of the red head... well the awkward teen just kinda wanted to throw up... or poop. "I-It's nothing."

"So you wasted your time doing yourself up just to cry it off for no reason?" She cocked a well shaped eyebrow.

"Well-"

"Let me guess, you did that to your knees for the hell of it too?" Morty looked down at her patched up knees. The blood only seeped a little bit through the nurses gauze.

The brunette sighed," I got in a fight with someone... and they pushed me."

"Oh my god! Who was it?" Jessica eyes widened. " Was it Tamera and Tamara?"

" Uh no, it was m-my grandpa." She rested her chin in her hand.

"What? You mean Rick? I thought you guys were close."

"I don't know, k-kinda?" Morty stuttered.

"That's so not okay. You're his granddaughter. He needs to go to one of those homes. He already seemed pretty nutty, for the few times that I've met him, anyways" She put her hand on her waist.

"No, it's not that. He's just mean and stupid." Morty rolled her eyes.

"Uh huh..." Jessica pulled out a small purple bag from which she pulled a tube of mascara.

"Oh, you don't n-need to, it's fine." Morty grabbed the other teens wrist, blushing and palms sweating as she did so.

"Us girls gotta stick together." She gently grabbed the shorter girls hand from her own wrist. "Tell me what happened." She leaned forward and Morticia looked upward like she learned how to on Sapphrodite.

Morticia's ears turned red. "I-I don't know it's complicated, you know a long story." What an understated. 'Ha.' She thought cynically.

"I have time."

"If I t-talk about it I th-think I'll start crying again." She chuffed.

"Well then I won't worry you with questions, to save your pretty face." The redhead screwed the mascara brush into its tube. "Done! Looks as good as new." She appreciated her work.

"You think... I'm pretty?"

"Yeah? Of course, I'm so jealous of your hair." She bent forward and grabbed a brown tangle of hair. "So much volume."

Morticia looked off to the side and bit her lip. "Y-you don't have to lie because you f-f-feel bad for me."

"What?" She tilted her head to the side. "Morty, I don't lie." Jessica got serious. "I actually do think you're really beautiful."

Morty made that stupid duck lip face that she made a lot when she was at a loss for words. The brunette scrunched up her face and tears started forming once more in her eyes. She hicced.

"Morty?!" The older girl grabbed the makeup remover wipes and quickly handed the pack to the crying girl. "What happened? Why are you crying again?"

"I-I-It's nothing..." She took a wipe, smiling, and looked up as she wiped carefully under her eyes. "I just d-didn't expect you, especially you, to say s-s-something like that."

"Oh." Jessica said quietly and flushed. "Why 'especially me'?"

"You know." She looked off to the side. "Because." Morty breathed in deeply and sighed. "Y-y-you just have it all. Smart, friendly, popular, funny. You're amazing at sports and active in school activities. You're obviously going to do great things and you're... p-pretty." Morty trailed off slightly as she ended her small ramble.

Jessica was at a loss for words and it was quiet for a few seconds.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- -that was probably awkward, I'll go now." The Smith wasted no time standing up. Jessica followed her up.

"Wait, you're alright." Jessica frowned slightly, "But you're wrong."

"Huh?"

"I don't have it all." She looked off to the stall to her left, clutching her side subconsciously. "Maybe I'm just good at acting like it though. After doing something enough you get to be a pro."

Morticia's posture slouched. "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it l-like that."

Jessica still seemed zoned out. "It's okay."

There was a thick silence between them. Morty didn't notice she was holding her breath until her head spun.

's song "Can't Sleep" rang from Jessica's skirt pocket. The girls both jumped.

Quickly, Jessica looked at her phone then spoke up," Oh shit. I-I gotta go... it's Brad, he doesn't like to wait." She turned around abruptly and strode towards the exit.

Morty felt strangely scared for the taller teen. Like she was watching a house burn down. Jessica was in it, clearly in trouble but still trying to kill the flames herself whilst they surround her. However, there was a small window of time Morty could go in and save her, that if she missed, the flames would either act as a cage for her school girl crush or a funeral pyre for the brunette when she throws herself into the house anyways.

She had to make a move. Something was wrong. The window is closing and the smoke is rising.

Before the prep touched the door handle, the Smith caught her hand. "If anyth-thing's wrong, y-you can always talk to me o-o-or s-something like that. I-I know you barely know me, uh..." The ringtone was still playing and the awkwardness of the situation got to the shorter girl, causing her whole face to light up red. She got a read on Jessica's face, it looked painfully familiar. She recognized it from her own bathroom mirror. Eyes slightly puffy, a red tinge to the face, moist eyes from tears that haven't fallen yet, and to complete it, a big fake smile.

"... I'm here if you need to talk." Morticia said in earnest. "Us girls gotta stick together."

Morty realized she was still holding the popular's hand and released.

Jessica gulped. "Morty, you're too sweet, but I'm okay. I promise."

Morticia wasn't happy about that answer but didn't want to hold up her crush any longer.

"O-Ok then. Just, Just promise me that if s-something is wrong, that you'll tell someone."

Jessica continued smiling and nodded slightly. "I will. I promise." She turned away and grabbed the handle.

"Oh and Morty." Jessica looked back. "Not that my opinion matters, but I think you look better with out make up."

The brunette blushed.

She left without saying goodbye, immediately answering the phone which had started ringing again.

The bathroom door closed and the Smith girl was alone.

"Oh my god, she's so hot." Morticia swooned.

She quickly came back to the problem at hand. "There's something wrong. I-I don't know what it is but IIIIII'm gonna find out." She hit her open hand with a fist in emphasis. "A-A-And I'm not gonna need Rick! Yeah! Fuck Rick! He can eat my pimply ass! WoO HOO!" She threw her arms in the air.

Her stomach gurgled and she felt the weight in her lower intestines. She instantly hunched over and grabbed her belly.

"But first," she groaned," I need to take an emotional shit. Too... too many hormones in my adolescent body." She hobbled over to the stall and took a sobbing shit because of everyone's bad vibes man.

I know this chapter is fucking dumb but idc bc I like it. Next chapter is rick focused and not emotional so yeeeee boiiiii