The Phoenix Burglar

Chapter 6: Infiltrating the Smith's

--Mirri POV--

I'm not quite sure how I managed it, but I've managed to become really good friends with Morty.

 Over the past couple of weeks he's told me a lot. Most of the stuff I already know, like how his grandpa's a scientist and he has an older sister and a crush on a girl named Jessica. But then! Then, he started telling me about all the awesome adventures he and Rick went on. The good, the bad, the homicidal, all of it. I was fascinated, hanging on to his every word. I felt kind of bad for the false pretense that our relationship started out on, especially as I got to know him more. He's a sweet kid, and I find myself becoming more and more fond of him. I'm going over to his house for the first time today, after school. We're gonna have a sleepover. He had looked very surprised that I had asked and had shyly agreed after a pause. I was starting to wonder if Morty had rosacea, since his cheeks always seem to be red.

--Morty POV--

Mirri is just as cool as I thought she was. Turns out she traveled all around the states due to her parents having some sort of position in the military that required frequent transfers. She has lots of stories and photographs of all the places she's been. Strangely none of her parents are in the photos of her. It makes me think that they may not be close due to they're line of work. 

I asked and Mirri did admit to being alone a lot. I felt bad for asking though as I noticed her smile slipped slightly. She tried to play it off like it didn't bother her but I could tell it did. I haven't brought up her family since. I tell her about all of me and Rick's adventures even though I probably shouldn't. I don't know why but I feel like I can trust her. 

Which has absolutely NOTHING to do with my little crush I have on her. She is so oblivious to it. No matter how much I try to hint or straight out tell her of my feelings, she just takes it as a friend thing. I don't think she knows the difference. I told her about a week ago that I love her and she just gave me nuggie and said "I love me too," while laughing. She didn't even notice how close my face was to her breasts while she head-locked me so I couldn't escape.

 I scream internally at the memory before another one pops up. Yesterday she asked if we could have a sleepover at my house. A sleepover. Doesn't she realize that it's kind of awkward for a girl to have a sleepover with a boy as teens? I mean if you've known each other for a long time it might not be... but we met like 3 weeks 2 days and 3 hours ago! N-not that I was keeping track.

 Despite knowing it was gonna be a little awkward I couldn't help but to quietly tell her yes. Maybe once we were alone, in the quiet of the night, I could tell her and make her understand that I wanted more than friendship. It was always easier to have courage when it was dark.

I now sit in the front seat of my grandpa's jerry-rigged flying machine, glaring at the older male. I hadn't even gotten to tell her before his sorry, drunken ass had crashed in and ruined the mood. What's worse, now all her attention seemed to be on his grandpa Rick. Complimenting him with admiring eyes, and flashing her brilliant smile at the old man. It made Morty's blood boil seeing her turn that smile on someone else. He turned his sights out the window, watching they're town fly past and disappear as he sulked.