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      Explicit
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  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
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  Character:
      Summer_Smith, Beth_Smith, Jerry_Smith, Morty_Smith, Rick_Sanchez_(Rick
      and_Morty), Rick_Sanchez
  Additional Tags:
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      Sex, Fingering, Making_Out, Rick_has_feelings
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      Published: 2016-09-18 Updated: 2016-10-02 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5228
****** Best Friends Grandpa ******
by SextingSanchez
Summary
     You are Summer's best friend. One day she asks you to tutor Morty in
     maths and things get a bit out of hand with Rick...
Notes
     Hi everyone thanks for reading the first chapter of my story.
     Now you get to decide, do you want:
     ~the story to be short, but with squanching(wink wink) in the next
     part
     ~the story to be longer, but therefore only with some making out in
     chapter 2(sex would follow later)
     And that's why I always say, "shum shum schlippety dop"
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Tutor *****
"Come out baby girl, I wanna see you in that hot dress!", Rick groans with a
lustful voice. He's sitting on your bed, leaning his upper body against the
leathered backrest. As Rick bites his lip he's slowly moving his hands towards
his crotch to unbuckle his brown belt. This is the first time you both spend
time with each other since he was arrested by the intergalactic federation.
Somehow the Smith's were able to free him from space prison. But since Rick
refused to talk about it you don't have a single clue how.
You slowly exit your walk-in closet while flirtatiously swinging your hips with
every step. "How do I look, daddy?", you giggle. You're wearing a burgundy red
mini dress with thin spaghetti straps and a probably way to low v-neck. The
fragile straps surprised you with their strength. When Rick first showed you
the outfit in the boutique, you were skeptical if they'd be able to hold the
weight of your boobs, but they didn't disappoint you. Even the nude high heeled
sandals fit the revealing look better than you expected.
Rick hungrily starts scanning your body from bottom to top until his eyes meet
your cleavage. He admires them for a while not saying anything. "It's been
awhile since I got to touch these beautiful girls.",he grins, still struggling
at opening his pants. You walk closer to him, your movements causing the dress
to slightly slide up your thigh. As you lower yourself onto his lap your
transparent lace panties are revealed. You lean in and seductively whisper into
his ear "And it's been awhile since I got to ride your big cock."
*riiiiiingg*
The agonizing sound of the school bell drags you out of your daydream. You open
your exhausted eyes and look up from your desk to realize you're still in math
class. It's impressing how fast you are able to forget about your surroundings,
but that's not really new to you. In school you were always the one to daydream
or even sleep during class. Not because you're unintelligent, in fact you're
one of the smartest students, but because school is way too easy for your
personal liking. Principal Vagina constantly reminds your parents about your
intellectual level compared to other students such as Morty Smith, brother of
your best friend Summer Smith. He tries to persuade them into sending you to
private schools for highly talented kids, but no matter how many times he
invites your parents over for talks or how many offers you get from better
schools, your parents just simply can't afford it. That's why you'll probably
be stuck in this hellhole until you attend college.
"Fuck this shit.", you think to yourself as you're the last one to leave the
classroom. On the way to your locker you pull up your the left sleeve of your
crop top and look down at your wrist watch. '1 p.m.'. Great, only one last
period until you could leave and catch up with your favorite tv show.
"Hey, y/n!", a familiar voice called out. You turn around to see Summer running
towards you. Her orange ponytail bobs from one side to another as she tries to
dodge some freshmen that were searching for their next class. A relieved smile
forms on your face, presenting your dimples for the first time in days. Summer
always knew how to cheer you up without even trying to. "I-I need your help.",
she said in a failed attempt to catch her breath. "It's about Morty. He wrote
another F on his math test and Mr. Goldenfold is threatening to let him fail
this year if he doesn't improve, like, immediately!". You carefully start to
study her expression. Summer looks excessively worried which is rather rare
unless a cute guy approaches her. She always fears to scare them away with her
nervousness.
"And I assume you want me to tutor him?", you ask playfully, focusing on the
conversation again.
"You would?" Summer's eyes widened in hope at you answer.
"Your my best friend, Summer. What wouldn't I?"
She hugged you gratefully in response. Usually Summer is the one to talk shit
about Morty, but moments like this showed you how much she really cares about
her little brother, which makes you want to help out in situations like this.
Besides you always had a thing for her grandpa, Rick. The crazy scientist has
been living at the Smith residence for over a year now. He returned back to his
daughter Beth after leaving her twenty long years ago. You felt sympathy for
Rick the very first day you met him and even though you exactly knew that
developing these feelings for your best friends grandfather was weird and
twisted, you just couldn't help it. Something about that man makes you want
him. So being given an opportunity like this is something you could never turn
down.
You pull apart from the hug to tell her goodbye. She smiles at you and walks
off to her next class. "Maybe I won't fall asleep this lesson.", you think to
yourself and continue your way to the locker.
______________________________________________________________________
"I-Is it 25?" Morty asks you nervously while fumbling at the bottom of his
shirt. You were sitting in front of his desk for over two hours now, struggling
to explain the boy some basic math. You sigh "No, Morty. Let me uhm let me
explain it to you again." You're starting to question if this really was a good
idea. His ability to concentrate on your words is quite limited, since he's
constantly distracted by your low cut crop top.
"Basically, 3 times 5 is the same as calculating 5+5+5. It's really not that
hard, you're just overthinking a bit.", you write the example into his note
block with your prettiest font. "Try it with 6 times 4. You can do it Morty!",
you encourage him with a final attempt. Just as he is about to tell you the
result Rick slams the door open. He storms into the room and grabs the teen by
his wrist. You hop up in your seat, not expecting the man at all. Morty looks
startled as well.
"Morty, you need to- URRP you need to come with me Morty! I found a universe
where your dad's a stripper! You have to see that M-Morty!", Rick exclaims
excited, still holding Morty's wrist tightly with both hands. He looks up at
his grandfather to respond "Rick, I-I can't. Y-Y/n's over to tutor me." His
voice cracked a bit mid-sentence. Instinctively you start playing with one of
your hair strands as you greet him "Hello, Mr. Sanchez.", you smile and bat
your eyelashes from below him. "Wh-Whatever." he responds uninterested. You
frown a bit at his empty response and in that moment you could swear that, out
of the corner of your eyes, you saw him regret his emotionless reaction towards
you.
"You'll miss the- BURP the fun, Morty." he says slightly pulling the boys arm
again. "Rick I'm- I'm going to fail this class i-if I don't start studying!"
You can clearly feel the awkward atmosphere between them. As if Morty had never
turned down one of Rick's adventures before. The old man stares at him for a
moment. "F-Fine then.", he starts. "Just let your grandpa down for a shitty
little SUBject. School's for losers M-Morty, don't forget that." With that he
lets go of his grandson's wrist and leaves the room.
Morty rolls his eyes as he gets up and walks towards the door. "S-So, where
were we?" His hand twists the doorknob to close it.
"6 times 4?",you smile.
"Uhm... 24?" His eyes lighten up at the proud nod you gave him.
"8 times 7?"
"56?"
"I think you finally got it, Morty!" You leave your seat and high five him.
______________________________________________________________________
It was 7 p.m. once you finished explaining the last topic to him and because
it's currently winter the sun had already gone down. Beth didn't want you to
walk home alone in the darkness, but she couldn't drive you either since Jerry
took the car. So Summer offered you to stay for a sleepover. You loved
sleepovers with Summer. She always had the craziest ideas. One time she called
principal Vagina as the school councilor to announce the annual "Gender-Swap-
Day", something she first came up with to prank her gullible father. But it
worked on numerous people. The next day Mr. Vagina appeared with heels and a
pencil skirt at school.
Spending a night together with Rick in the same building was another great
reason to stay.
"I heard Jessica's throwing a party next Friday, you wanna go?" Summer asks
you, interrupting your thoughts. You're assisting her at preparing the table
for dinner. She circled the table placing the plates in front of each seat as
you followed her with the napkins. Beth had tacos in mind for today so
silverware wasn't necessary.
"Did you just say Je-Jessica?" Morty peeks out of the kitchen frame, taking
part in the conversation. "Get your head out of your ass, Morty!" Rick laughs
as he exits the garage. "It's never eh-, she's not interested in you." His chin
is now free from the greenish substance, which you never knew if it was vomit
or salvia, indicating he's in his sober state again. "Besides-" Beth cuts him
off in attempt to change the subject. "Jerry should be back soon. You guys can
take a seat already." she calls out.
Ten minutes later you were all sitting down in your usual spots. You couldn't
keep your eyes off the sadistic scientist. It led you to wonder how a man like
Rick could live such a messy life, but still have table manners like a royalty.
His elbows didn't touch the table a single time, even when just eating regular
tacos. You, on the other hand, were eating like a newborn piglet that was
presented a meal for the first time in his life. Morty told everyone at the
table how you mastered to explain him everything so quickly. He exaggerated a
bit, it took you over three hours after all. But still, they were both shocked
and proud at the same time.
"I'm so glad he finally understands how to multiply. How did you do that, Y/n?"
Jerry asks you in surprise. He intertwines his hands in front of his chin and
waits for you to answer. You swallow the last bit of your taco and fold your
napkin into a neat triangle. "It wasn't really a challenge or anything." You
gesture still holding your used napkin in one hand. "Morty is a smart boy, he
just needed some help to not overthink every single calculation. It's just
basic math after all." You could feel Rick eyes checking you out as you said
that. Immediately your body turns hotter and you start playing with your hair
again. He grins a bit at your sudden reaction. "At least someone in this town
has a brain.", he mumbles to himself, still loud enough for you to understand
every single word. Did he really just say that? Was it meant as a compliment?
You feel your face turn redder than ever. He lifts himself up from the dining
chair and lightly pats Beth on the shoulder. "Dinner was delicious as always,
sweetie." He sends you one last smirk before heading to the garage again.
"Wanna go upstairs?" Summer looks up from her phone.
"Sure." You tell her, grabbing your dirty plate to wash it.
Beth touches your arm and a warm smile appears on her face. "It's fine you're
our guest, Y/n. I'll take care of it."
"Thanks Mrs. Smith."
______________________________________________________________________
To be continued...
***** Opposites Attract, Likes Repel *****
Chapter Summary
     Rick takes you on an adventure.
Chapter Notes
     Important: This chapter is based purely on one of my personal
     theories to why Rick left his family for so long. None of this is
     real or confirmed by the creators of Rick and Morty.
     ---------------------------
     I decided not to rush it since you guys want a longer story. So this
     chapter contains no kissing scene yet. Hope you enjoy!
     (italic font= your thoughts)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
You're sitting in the sill next to Summer's bed. She always decorates it with a
few multicolored pillows and a fluffy blanket for the cold seasons, which makes
it even cozier than it already is. With curled up legs pressing against your
chest, you look out of the open window. Glaring at the dirty snow spread across
the small street next to the house. To your surprise the freezing weather has a
calming effect on both your skin and ears. The howling wind sends soothing
shivers down your spine while fresh air caresses your pale face. You feel your
body hair rising up as you let your head slowly fall forward to catch it with
your bent knees. Occasionally, the fluttering curtains sweep across your nose,
causing you to let out a soft sneeze.
Night time is your favorite part of the day. Reason being not only the cooler
temperatures and comforting silence, but also the sensation of you probably
being the only one that's still awake. As if the world belonged to you, making
you its only inhabitant. Besides, it is the most productive day time for you.
Once the sun goes down, every task feels a million times easier. Reading.
Exercising. Drawing. Thinking. Especially thinking. You always wonder how
people are capable of concentrating during the day. Just alone the thought
about that makes you cringe, all the distracting sounds of cars passing by and
people talking, invading your sensible ears. Must be horrible.
Summer's already sleeping in her bed. Intentionally, you planned to stay up all
night and binge watch (insert your fav series), but instead she dozed off only
several minutes after dinner, leaving you to yourself. It's been five hours
since then and because you only ate one small serving, the grumbling of your
empty stomach was slowly returning again. After a while of your body franticly
begging you for a meal, you give in and decide to grab a snack from downstairs.
Usually you would never snoop around someones kitchen for food, especially not
during this time, but right now you're too hungry to care.
Freeing yourself from the slightly uncomfortable position, you leave the room,
making your way downstairs in hope for some leftovers still waiting for you.
You close the door to Summer's room and silently head towards the stairs.
Desperately, you try to cause as little noise as possible, which is almost
impossible due to the old staircase releasing tiny creaks under your feet.
Making this probably the only downside to your favorite daytime, every sound
seems twice as loud at night. With every step you take the noise appears to be
getting louder and louder until you finally reach the end of the seemingly
never ending path. A smile of relief spreads across your face as you get to the
last step, realizing you didn't wake anyone up with your nightly quest for
food. You enter the kitchen and quickly walk towards the fridge. The moment you
open it, you start scanning each shelf for something edible, to your surprise
it was freakishly empty for a five-person household. You look to your right and
grab the half full milk cartoon, shaking the content a bit before pouring some
of the white liquid into a glass. You really want to put the drink in the
microwave for a second to warm it up a little, but the fear of waking anyone up
is too big, so you simply drink it cold.
"Having a little midnight snack, huh?" a deep voice asked from behind you as
you almost let your glass fall from shock. You turn around to see Rick leaning
against the door frame with his right shoulder, arms crossed in front of his
chest. He lets out a chuckle at your clumsy behavior. "I... uhm I'm sorry, I
was just really hun-" Rick interrupts you before you can finish explaining to
him. "It's okay, doll. Lemme show you where I hide the good stuff." He smirks
down at you with half closed eyelids.
You blush a deep shade of pink at the flirtatious answer you received from the
man. Did he seriously just call you doll? And what does he mean with "the good
stuff"? Your mind starts racing and before you can analyze all of your crazy
thoughts he's standing directly in front of you, his body just inches away from
yours. One of his hands is now resting on the kitchen counter next to your
hips. Your eyes widen at the unexpected move. As you look up at him your heart
starts fiercely pounding against your chest, feeling like a thousand fireworks
exploding within your ribs. With every breath you take, the scent of booze, old
fashioned aftershave and some sort of chemical passes through your nose. His
tall frame is towering above yours forcing you to look deep into his beautiful
eyes. It's wonderful. Probably better than you imagined in your countless
daydreams. But still, even though you had hopelessly fantasized about this
scenario ever since he moved into the house, this whole situation was getting a
bit overwhelming. He's your best friends grandfather after all. You can't
simply make out with him in the middle of the night, can you?
Suddenly, he moves his free hand out of his lab coat pocket. Almost instantly,
you prepare for him to grab your waist or cup your boiling hot cheek, but
instead his arm just moves further up until it reaches the top shelf above your
head. Rick pulls out a rectangular red box with blue corners and, right in
front of your now completely pale face, starts to dangle it in between his
thumb and index finger. You let out a heavy sigh, which you didn't realize had
been stuck in your throat ever since he released his hand from the lab coat.
"Wafers" you read out loud with squinty eyes, trying to focus them on the bold
font. He strolls back to the opposite side of the room and hops onto the
counter with one swift motion. "Damn right! I know I'm showing my age by saying
this, but they're the best fucking thing in this- uh, every universe.", he
exclaims, ripping the carton open like a little child on Christmas morning. You
softly palm your sweaty forehead and look down on the freshly waxed parquet
floor, indicating your false expectations.
This man is a serious tease.
He continues "Especially the rum flavored ones". "I bet they are." you answer
bitterly, still avoiding eye contact. This is fucking embarrassing and you know
it. You feel the sudden urge to crawl under your bed, curl into a tiny,
miserable ball and never leave the dusty place ever again. You had fallen head
over heals for a super-intelligent, sadistic, old alcoholic, who enjoys
crafting spaceships and experimenting with dangerous potions in his thirty-four
year old daughter's garage. And there is no coming back. If you could just
taste his lips for once. Hold his smooth hands. Or simply look through his eyes
into his complex soul like moments ago. Thinking about him never failed to make
your legs weak. You're trying hard not to focus on the fact that your panties
are soaking wet by now. And all that just because of him.
Rick takes a wafer before holding out the box in your direction and gently
shaking it. "Wh-What are you waiting for? Try one!", he suggests. "Actually,
I'm not that hungry anymore, looks like the milk was satisfying enough. Th-
thanks though." you stutter. As color finally returned to your face, you
carefully look up at him again. Rick inspects you with a concerned look.
"Something wrong? Your hands, they're kinda shaky. I have some pills in the
garage if-if you want?" Immediately, you turn your head to the side, perusing
your fingers. Indeed, they are trembling like crazy and you didn't even notice.
Why am I so damn nervous, it's not like he's a celebrity or anything. Shouldn't
I be able to control myself in front of him? I'm the smartest girl in town
after all!Stray thoughts wander through your mind.
"No, I think I might uh, I'm just a little cold." you state, hoping it would
come out believable. As Rick lifts himself back up, he closes the lid of the
packaging and places it on the counter. His hands rapidly brush the remaining
cookie crumbles off his pants, before he wanders in your direction. "Then maybe
you wanna- you wanna come with me. It's warmer in the garage.", he purrs. His
seductive smile is killing you internally, how was he able to go from "little
cookie munching kid" to "Christian motherfucking Grey" in such a short amount
of time. It literally took him seconds to make your heart melt whenever he
wanted to. Not even bothering to let you answer, he gently grabs your wrist and
guides you to his little workplace. What you don't know is that this is the
first time Rick's letting someone not family or work related into his garage.
He closes the door behind you, hoping for a decent reaction. You turn your head
and look around in awe, eyes wide in disbelieve. "Fucking hell." is the only
thing you manage to bring out. Roaming through the room you study every corner
of it until your gaze meets your reflection on his spaceship.
"Oh my god! Is this real? Like, Summer told me about it, but I never fully
believed her."
"As real as it gets."
"C-can we uh... maybe go on an adventure?" You turn around to face him.
"I don't do adventures with chicks.", he starts. "The last time I did, Summer
was almost raped by a race that grows goddamn arms outta their heads. You're a
pretty girl, y/n. Wo-would be a shame if something happened to you."
You open your mouth as if to say something, but instantly close it again.
"I understand."
Out of a sudden Rick steps towards his U-shaped desk and grabs the keys to the
ship. "But I'm feeling a bit generous today. Get in."
"Wait really?" Your eyes sparkle in excitement.
"Yeah, b-but only a short flight around town." he explains, trying to conceal a
smile. Heading for the ufo you dash through the garage and open the door. It
took a bit of fumbling with the handle before you figured out how to open it.
As you sit down in the passengers seat a warm fluid sticks to the bottom of
your shoe. You look down to investigate and find a pile of empty beer bottles
on the floor behind you. Seems like Rick drank a few beers too much in here.
Slowly, the intense smell of all all the alcohol started to kick in as well.
Rick opens the door and musters you warningly. "Let's keep this little, uh,
excursion between you and me. Summer's gon be pissed if she finds out." he sits
down in the seat next to you and shuts the door. The moment he starts the
engine and shoots you both up in the sky your whole body is squeezed against
the cold seat, causing your head to ache like crazy. It feels like the little
pressure that's applied to your body when using an elevator, except a thousand
times worse. Touching your temples, you sense them darting in and out of your
skin, pulsing even faster than your heart, which should be anatomically
impossible. "How come your head still didn't explode from using this thing?"
you ask as Rick finally stops the vehicle in mid-air. You are now hovering high
above the Smith's house, presenting you the breathtaking view of the city. "You
get used to it after a while." he sneers. Totally ignoring his answer, you gasp
at the sight of the colorful orb-like lights. This is the first time you're
seeing the town at night from this perspective. "It's beautiful!" you gasp,
pressing your face against the window.
"Just like you." he whispers to himself.
"You said something?"
"Yeah uh, just- just how rickdiculously easy you're to impress!"
He's right. Despite the fact that you're above intelligent for your age, people
have an easy game in making you marvel for the simplest things. Clouds for
example. The way they always manage to change shape within only several
moments- almost magical, but not really. In the end it's just pure science
after all. You catch yourself drifting off again.
Every so often, you speculate about Rick's past life. As the sophisticated and
enigmatic man he is, it's hard to figure out even the slightest thing about
him, since he always refuses to talk about his emotions. Making him seem more
like an encrypted letter than an "open book", like they tend to say- and damn
were you eager to find out what that hypothetical letter said. You'd scan every
single line, sucking up every single detail and never even dare to forget a
single word. Why did he leave his family? What was he doing during the time he
disappeared from Beth's life? How did his drinking problem begin? All these
questions and more would be answered, if only he weren't so withdrawn. "Rick,
what happened to Mrs. Sanchez?" You break the silence, as he maneuvers the ship
through the thin clouds, but regret it immediately. He stops abruptly, causing
your body to harshly jerk forward. You look out of the window in shame. "I-I-
I'm sorry. This was a stupid question, I shouldn't be asking you these things."
Deep humming of the motor echoing in your ears. For a brief moment you're sure
he plans on returning again, disgusted by your presence, ready to kick your
petty ass out of his garage the moment the ship lands. You feel terrible for
asking him such a touchy question, especially after how gracious he was in
neglecting his own rules just to take you, the girl that he barely even knows,
on a flight.
Silence.
"Look, I-I know this is none of my business. I wasn't thinking, Rick- uh Mr.
Sanchez-"
"She was a whore." he states blankly. "A fucking pain in the ass. Selfish.
Ignorant. And worst of all, betraying." you watch the corners of his mouth
gradually rise, almost as if someone switched him to slow motion. "Like me."
"I was cheated on too. He made out with my ex-best friend behind my back." you
try to relate.
"Are you- hah- seriously trying to compare you're- you're childish relationship
experiences with mine? I'm sixty, you only uh sixteen?"
"Seventeen."
"Seventeen then. And you think your stupid idea of love even slightly resembles
mine?" He cringes at the l-word. "Go back to your playground, kid."
"Hey! I do know how it feels!" you cross your arms in front of your little
chest, attempting to seem serious.
"Oh you do? You know how it feels when your wife of eight years finally decides
to reveal herself as a spy, telling you that she basically wasted the best
years of your short human life in cheating on you with a dis-dis-disgusting
alien insect working for the galactic federation and calling you out on your
crimes to nearly every single government in this goddamn multiverse? Making you
leave your beloved daughter, the only good thing that came out of that shitty
marriage, for two decades just to keep her safe and not entangle her the
situation? You fucking know how that feels, huh?" He interrogates surprisingly
settle while letting go of the steering wheel to sink into his backrest, his
tired eyes are focused on the icy windshield, legs spread and arms lazily
resting beside him.
"N- no." Warm droplets of sweat run down your chest as the pale, wintery
moonlight gleams through the front window, hitting his wrinkly, old face. He
tilts his head in your direction giving you a perfect view of the argent-silver
light reflecting in his deep hazelnut colored irises. His lovely irises.
Apparently you were staring at him a bit too long, since he cracked a short
smile. This is probably the longest you've ever witnessed him sober. Not even a
single drop of booze touched his tongue since he approached you in the kitchen.
A rare occasion. Usually, he wouldn't last an hour without a sip out of his
flask. But the way he's just sitting there...almost defeated, ready to open up
to you. Something about him tells you he's not planing on drinking anymore
today. You can't fuck up any further. It's now or never.
"So, what did you do during that time?"
A mild chuckle escapes his lips. "You're really brave today, with all y-your
risky questions, doll." Doll.You feel your cheeks burn again.
"Well... at first I didn't exactly know what to do. I had literally nothing to
begin with. No house, no money and honestly no faith in escaping from the
federation. I mean that crazy bitch just kicked me out of my own life. It felt
like straight out of a George Michael breakup song." He laughs exhaustedly. You
didn't quite get that reference.
Probably some musician from his times.
"Obviously, my feelings for her were still there, piercing my heart every day
like a...uh what do you call 'em? A sewing machine. It became unbearable. I
missed her and even more important; I missed Beth. So I started to drink. In
the beginning only evenings, but soon afternoons and- and mornings too. I never
was heavy drinker before, since I preferred to keep control over my body during
hard times. But what happened to me back then... it just broke me. The
heartache faded after time, but the alcohol stayed. It became the lube I use to
slide through life you know?"
You move closer to him and sit sideways on the chair.
"I never told Beth what really happened. Till today she thinks that I left her
mother, which I did, but it had a good reason."
"Why didn't you tell her?"
"Her mother was her idol, I didn't want to ruin the image she had of her."
You nod.
"I think- After a while I returned back to the only thing in life that could
never disappoint me. Science. I started to experiment again. Mixing different
potions, crafting on a new portal gun. I even built this ship out of metal I
found at a garbage dump and searched for Squanchy and Birdperson, two best
friends from my adolescence years. We used to have a band together, but that's
a different story. I-I seriously don't know what I would've done without them.
They offered me a hideout on planet Squanch, since Birdworld was already part
of the federation at that time. Eventually, I even had another relationship,
nothings serious though, just you know... for fun. But it ended soon. It took
time, but after twenty years it was finally safe enough for me to return to
Beth. Meet her idiotic husband and her children. I'm clueless to where my ex
might be today, let alone if she's still alive."
"Wow." You take a moment to progress what he had just told you. "Rick, I really
appreciate that you shared this story with me. I-I honestly don't know what to
say."
"Take it as a compliment. I have the feeling you're mature enough to keep this
to yourself. I hope it's self explanatory that I don't want Beth to know what
her mother really was like."
"Of course." you reassure with a soft smile.
He smiles back.
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter was both exhausting and fun to write...is that even
     possible? I'm also sorry if my grammar is not perfect, English is not
     my native language <3
     K I'm out. Stay Schwifty
End Notes
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