You excuse yourself from the table after eating dinner. You thank Beth and Jerry for dinner, which causes a sigh of annoyance from Rick. You purse your lips and say bye to Morty and Summer, adding a quiet one to Rick.
You step out of the dining room and into the foyer. Just as you reach for the door knob, your phone rings in your pocket, scaring the shit out of you.
You reluctantly check the caller ID, seeing it's your mom, you sigh, "Jeez, mom."
You answer the call and put the phone to you ear.
"Hi, sweetie. Do want me to bring home something to eat?" Your mom says.
"I just ate. I'm at Morty's. I'm on my way home," you answer.
"Well, do you have a place to stay? Your dad and I are going out of town for the night."
"Again?"
"Like I said, not for long."
"Can I stay here?"
"At Morty's? Sure! As long as it's okay with Morty's parents."
"Okay. Bye, mom!"
"Bye."
You hang up and sigh heavily as Morty walks up to you.
"Wh-wh-wh-what's wrong?" Morty asks curious of your heavy sigh.
"I need a place to stay cause my parent's are out of town again," you announce.
Morty does his usual "stare at the ground in thought." You wait for Morty to suggest you stay here, him being a little slow.
Morty gasps in conclusion, giving you the same reaction every time he does this: a smile and a blush.
"Y-y-you could stay here!" Morty finally offers.
"Really? Would it be okay with your parents?" You ask, according to plan.
"I can ask, but they'll pr-probably say yes anyway."
You beam and you say something not planned as your face burns a deep pink.
"Th-thank you," you stutter.
"F-for what? You've done the s-same for me. I'm simply re-returning the favor!"
"No. F-for everything," you falter.
Morty blushes and looks down, in attempt to hide it, but you've already noticed it.
"Y-y-y-you're w-welcome."
You side hug Morty, causing his blush to deepen and you catch this, which causes you to blush harder. You coltishly smile, which Morty returns.
You break the hug awkwardly and Morty declares he's going to go ask his parents if you can stay. You nod your acknowledgement and follow suit as Morty walks back into the dining room. Just as Morty steps into the room, you notice they all had retreated to the living room and Rick to the garage.
You think of how weird it'll be just standing there as Morty asks if you can stay. You decide you don't want to be present as Morty asks and you tug on Morty's sleeve, who turns to you.
"Morty, I'll be right back. I need to use the bathroom."
"Oh. O-okay," Morty gives the reluctant reply.
You quickly evacuate the room and jog to the bathroom. You swiftly shut the door behind you and lock the door, then sit on the edge of the bathtub. You run your fingers through your hair embarrassedly.
You hold yourself up with your palms against the tub.
After waiting for a few minutes, you get bored and stand up. You walk over to the sink and splash some water on your face. As you're patting your face dry, somebody knocks on the door.
"Occupado!" You shout.
"It's M-Morty! My parents s-said you can stay!" Morty replies through the door.
You silently high five yourself and respond, "Alrighty! Cool!"
"Alright. D-do we need to p-pick anything up from your house?" Morty stumbles.
"Um. If you're really willing to, I need, well, actually I don't need it, but, I'd like my PJs. And like my toothbrush and crap like that."
"Okay, I'm ready to leave whenever you are."
"Just give me a minute," you announce as you wash your hands and towel them off.
You unlock the door and step out to meet an awaiting Morty leaning against the wall next to the door.
"Are y-y-you ready?" Morty asks, raising his eyebrow.
"Yep," you affirm.
"Do y-you wanna walk or bike o-or have Rick take us?"
"Mmmm. . . We can take our bikes," you suggest.
Morty nods his understanding and Morty heads to the garage.
"J-just need to get my bike," Morty calls out.
You follow and Morty's already walking his bike out of the garage. Rick's at the counter working on some shit as he gives Morty commands.
Morty waves them away and says, "Rick! I'm busy. I-I have a l-life, too!"
"Yeah, go and steal my little assistant, fucker," Rick mumbles, glaring at you.
You give a nervous laugh and briskly head out after Morty. You approach Morty who's dusting off the seat of his bike.
"Did Rick give y-you any trouble?" Morty queries, skittishly.
"No, not really," you rejoin.
"Oh. G-good."
Morty hops on his bike and leans to the side, balancing himself with his foot on the concrete. You take this as his signal to leave and you jump on your bike.
The two of you take off slowly. You're not pedaling as fast as you can when Morty says, "W-wanna race?"
"Oh. It's on!" You challenge.
Then the you both cycle extremely quick down the road, all smiles.
