"O-o-okay. But, where are we gonna s-sleep?" Morty inquires.
"The couch," you suggest.
"We both c-auuugggghhhh-can't sleep on the couch," Rick points out.
"One of you could stay in my room," you answer.
"Where w-will y-you sleep?" Morty ponders your well-being.
"I can stay in my parent's room," you affirm.
"O-oh. Okay," Morty stutters.
"I'm not sleeping in a fucking girl's room. I call the couch," Rick announces, before walking out of your room.
"Well, I-I guess I'll b-be-be sleeping in here, tonight. Huh?" Morty stammers.
"Yeah. I'd appreciate it if you didn't snoop through my stuff. Not saying I don't trust you, but, er, I don't," you say awkwardly.
You can see a ton of thoughts pass through Morty's mind, but all he says is, "Okay."
You pause and think before Rick calls loudly from the living room. "Morty! Get over here; I got Ball Fondlers on!"
Morty shrugs and quickly exits the room, answering Rick's call. You can hear Morty complain about something and you follow.
You walk into the living room and see that Rick has already messed around with your TV.
"What did you do to my cable box?" You ask, concerned that you might get in trouble.
"Nothing. Watch," Rick commands.
You sit down next to Morty and watch TV.
. . .
After a day of watching Ball Fondlers, eating chips, and cracking jokes, you decide to go to sleep.
"I'm going to bed," you declare as you stand up and head for your room. "I just need to change," you mutter as you realize neither of them are listening, but still watching TV.
You head into your room and quickly change. Just as you slip a clean shirt over your head, the door creaks open as a tired Morty walks in.
You prepare for Morty's shriek as you cover your ears. Just as you suspected, Morty yelps, not expecting your presence.
"What the hell?! You scared the sh-shit out of me!" Morty whisper-shouts.
"Sorry. Why are we whispering?" You whisper back.
Morty blinks in confusion. "I-I don't know," Morty continues, still whispering.
You giggle as you walk around him and our the door. Still standing in the door, you say goodnight.
"Night. Sleep w-well," Morty whispers.
"You, too."
You walk into the living room to approach Rick's motionless body. You turn off the TV, wanting to conserve energy. You head into your parent's room and hop in bed.
With the A/C on high and it being cold, you climb underneath the covers and curl into a ball to keep warm.
After tossing and turning for a while, you tiptoe into the hallway and turn up the heat. Turning to the sound of a door opening, you see Morty walk out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's j-just cold," Morty assures you with a shiver as Morty crosses his arms over his chest.
"The heater works better in my parent's room. We can switch rooms," you suggest.
"No, it's okay."
"We can just sit in there until my room warms up," you advise.
"Ok."
The two do you walk into the room and you sit on the bed while Morty sits on the sofa across from the bed.
"So. Do you have any siblings," you ask, wanting to break the silence.
"Yeah. I h-have a sister."
"Oh."
Another silence.
"How old is she?"
"17. Her name's Summer. She c-can be a bitch sometime."
"Heh," you encourage him.
After chatting for a while, Morty ends up falling asleep on the sofa.
You finally decide to go to sleep, so you roll onto the other side of the bed and huddle underneath the covers. Tiredness tugs at your eyelids until you shut them and slowly, sleep creeps into your exhausted, confused body.
