The stars occasionally scatter the night sky, being blocked by the city lights, the stars aren't bright. Though the buildings and the scenery make up for their beauty. The city looks its best as you fly above it.
Rick had fallen asleep quite awhile ago and you glance across at Morty every once in a while to see him nodding off. You know he's trying his best to stay awake because he thinks he's the cause of the situation, when he's really not.
You had tried explaining this to him, which he doesn't understand and really bugs you. Altogether though, you think it's adorable how a boy his age can take responsibility, even for things he didn't do.
You yawn as you leave the city and return to the suburbs. The stars start shining brighter and reappearing as you leave the bright city lights behind.
Morty cuddles up next to his seat as he dozes off. You listen to the soft breath of him breathing, every now and then watching the gentle, faint rise and fall of his chest.
Morty groans, declaring his regain of consciousness, and opens his eyes.
You quickly and ungainly look away, losing your hold on the wheel. Your hand slips and the ship sways softly, a screech sounding quietly.
You cringe and shut your eyes. You await the groggy, yet gruff voice of a sarcastic Rick to emit.
"Oh, wow. I th-auuuggghhhhht-thought you were a-actually doing pretty good there."
"Sorry. I have a life and I haven't spent the whole of it driving pieces of shit through space. So, how about you get a life?"
"Get a life? Get a better insult, bitch. And what is life, but a series of chemical reactions?"
"Meaning, my life has a purpose."
"You? Please. I had this shit down at your age, sweetheart."
"How about you just shut up?"
"I was hoping for a battle of wits. But it ap-auuuggghhhhh-appears you're unarmed."
"Just shut your mouth."
"Alright. You should, too. Save your breath for your date. That is if you ever get one," Rick's hoarse response comes.
"I will crash this thing," you threaten.
"Yeah, humor me and get out of my sight. You're hurting my eyes." Rick grins and chuckles quietly.
You groan with annoyance and rub your eyes. You tiredly look at Morty. You can see he's awakened also and ha been listening to your whole conversation.
"S-s-sorry. Rick can be. . . I-inconsiderate sometimes," Morty apologizes.
You only give a halfhearted smile and sleepily watch the "road."
Your neighborhood comes into sight and you wonder how in the world you'll stay awake long enough to ride your bike back home. You groan in conclusion, knowing you'll hardly make it home, resulting in Morty's question, him asking what's wrong.
"How am I going to get home? I can hardly stay awake!"
Morty pauses in thought.
"W-w-w-we could drive y-you!" Morty exclaims in conclusion.
"Ahem. Correction. You can drive her," Rick chimes in.
Morty whines and you turn down his offer, seeing it will only cause more trouble.
"No, no, it's o-okay. I'll drive you," Morty protests.
"If you insist," you reply, smiling lightheartedly.
Morty returns the grin and you blush softly. You hold down your crazy smile and look down at the wheel.
Rick and Morty's house comes into view and you park on the curb. Rick immediately says to Morty, "Move it."
Morty gives him a confusing glance and slowly backs up into his seat. Rick climbs over him, stepping on Morty, causing Morty to yelp.
"Shut up," Rick mutters.
Morty protests and Rick stumbles as he opens the door. Morty pushes attempts to push him off, Rick grunts and the two wrestle, in an attempt to get out. Rick falls out of the cruiser and dusts himself off.
Rick does the whole, "This vehicle better not have a scratch on it when you get back. And I swear that if it does, you'll be in big trouble," and all that cliché shit.
"Okay, okay! Jeez, Rick!" Morty complains before putting the cruiser in drive.
Rick walks off and stops by your bike.
"Take this shit with you!" Rick shouts, causing Morty to stomp of the brakes, throwing you forward.
You turn around and realize you almost left your bike. You give a nervous grin and hop out of the cruiser. You walk your bike back over to the cruiser and Morty carefully puts it in the back. You jump back in and Morty takes off.
. . .
Morty pulls up to your house and he cautiously sets your bike on the pavement. You leap out and toss your bike on the curb.
You awkwardly wave, resulting in Morty doing the same.
"Bye," you say.
"Bye," Morty echoes.
You saunter tiredly to your front door. You notice Morty's waiting for you to go inside and you increase your pace. You open the door and wave again, Morty copying your gesture.
Morty shifts the gear into drive and took off. You watch him as the humming of the machine disappears as did the view of the ship.
You smile groggily and go inside. You decide you were too tired to go to bed and you just sleep on the couch.
Your body aches with weariness and you struggle to keep your eyes open. Slowly you close your eyes and you enter the deepest sleep of your life.
