Y/N's POV
Rick and I enter the garage, there is a boy, he looks like my age, scavenging through Rick's belonging.
"Morty, y-you piece of *ERUP* shit! You're wrecking my lab!" Rick's pissed.
"This is a garage Rick! Y-you, y-you, n-needed to c-clean this place a-anyways!" Morty says, he looks over at me.
"Rick, w-who's, that?" Morty asks scanning me like I'm an intruder.
"I'm Y-Y/N, I'm your n-new n-neighbor." I'm stuttering.
"Oh, nice t-to meet y-you!" He holds his hand out, for me to shake.
I decline shaking his hand, I made his hand to a fist, and we fist bumped.
(Brofist!)
"You don't have to be so formal, dude we a-are most l-likey the same a-age." I say.
"S-sorry, I s-stutter s-sometimes, I usually d-don't." I faceplam myself.
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"That goes here, that over there, erum, a-HAH! That needs to go, that can stay, now I screw this in and.." I mutter to myself.
I can feel someone watching me.
I turn around, it's Morty.
"S-sorry!" He blushes.
I turn back around and finish my work, before I announced that I am, I can still feel Morty looking at me.
"Like what you see?" I smirk.
"N-no! I mean well, y-yes, but not like that!" Morty stutters even more now.
"Aww geez!" I mock him.
He gives me a huge smile.
I think I like him,
We just met! No, Y/N, not now, wait.
Rick takes a sip from his flask and looks at my work, astonished.
"Woah! Y-you fixed it?" He didn't burp this time.
"Yeup!" I say, proud of my work.
"Damn Y/N, you're smart!" Rick says.
"Aww shucks!" I turn red.
"I thought you were a genius Rick? You let a little girl like me, fix up your hiccups?" I smirk.
"I am a genius thank you very much! You just got lucky, I usually don't need help, pfft.." Rick rolls his eyes taking a sip from his flask.
"OHHHH!! Rick she took you to school!" Morty shout.
"She's a keeper, *ERUP* Morty." Rick smirks, I giggle.
"SCREW YOU RICK!" Morty yells.
I think I'm gonna like this place.
Beth comes into the
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You didn't rip either of their throats out?" She say happily.
"I didn't! Did I?" Beth starts to laugh.
"I'm glad you've lighten up sunshine!" My mother comes behind Beth.
"Would you like to stay the night?" Morty asked.
I look over to Mom.
"It would be rude to ignore him, honey.." My mother says snapping me out of space.
"Yes." I didn't hesitate.
"Would you all get out of my garage!" Rick says taking a sip from his flask.
He looks at my mother, then me.
"Please." He adds.
"Sorry, Rick!" I snorted.
"Yeah, yeah, kiddo, go play with Morty, he's dying over there to get you all to himself." He whispered.
He ruffles my hair.
I walk over to Morty.
"Let's go?" I ask, waving my hand in front of
"Yeah, that's fine." I played it off cool even though i was literely freaking out in my mind that we're going to hang out.
“What is this? Dirty rags, shoes, shirts, pipes?” she keeps going on with the nagging as she is picking the clothing one-by-one.
"You? Ha, you'd probably blow the thing up all over again if we let you help. Now either get to work already or leave and try not to mess anything up."
“Yes, that’s right. Although it does take some work to manage the symptoms of OCD, you can flatten this bump in the road and get your life back on track. Okay, okay that was a bit corny, but it is kind of funny, don’t you think?”
“I knew it.” I frown, trying to look hurt, but I can’t keep a straight face looking at Remus trying to hold in his laughter, and I start laughing.
Ha! No way I’m passing this up. Oh, hey mom you’re back! I need to show you something, look what I got in the mail. “Wow how wonderful,” says Lori, Rick’s mother, “but what if it’s a scam, advertising, or just self promoting for their park?” I want to go. Can you take me to the airport tomorrow? “Well, ok,” says Lori, “but only because I love ya!” Thanks
“That’s kind of you to help because you are the most sophisticated person in this room.”
But you decide against it . Your Mother, as he calls her, has always been a touchy subject with your dad. You’ve never actually seen the two of them speak, but every time she must be mentioned he frowns and his voice takes on this crafted, neutral tone that never is quite so neutral. You’ve often wondered about this tone (even went so far as to ask your sister about it once. “Don’t worry about it,” she
“Hah, no I just thought I could mind read,” saying this also with a giggle.
“Alright then, let’s rock ‘n roll!” Tom affirms lightheartedly, briskly gyring the car keys and backs up in the driveway.
"I didn't want to get in trouble with my dad. Thank you for calling him by the way. You're like a classic southern gentleman." I tell him in my best dramatic accent.
“Don’t tell me to calm down! After all you only turn 18 once in a lifetime, ergo missy, I believe I’m entitled to be a little impatient. Don’t you think?”
“Well, I don't know about all that but I can fold shirts and that goes a long way.” I say laughing.
“Um, I don't think so.” I rub my hands across my jeans. I always get so nervous talking to new people.
“Okay… Jammer… Oh wait the armory!” Isaac shouts, stuttering the last half of the thought.