You wake up to a loud slam of a door. You look around cautiously, spooked. You realize it came from downstairs and you slowly bring yourself back to reality, shaking off the sleepiness.
As you pull off the covers, cold air flows over your body and you shudder. With wrapped arms across your chest, you stand up and walk out of the room. You enter the nearest bathroom to freshen up.
As you dry your hands off, somebody stomps upstairs, followed by lighter footsteps.
"Please, Summer! I just need $50!" A whiny plead comes.
"Dad! Get a job!" Summer's irritated reply comes.
"Summer, please! I'll pay you back," Jerry begs.
"Oh, yeah. Like how you totally paid me back last time," Summer growls.
"This time I will!"
"Uh huh. Sure."
The voices grow fainter along with the footsteps. You listen carefully to make sure they've left before leaving the bathroom.
You step carefully down the stairs, sleep still weighing down you eyelids. You run your hand gently on the rail and you snap wide awake as your foot hits the soft carpet, which doesn't have the same increment as the rest of the steps.
Beth is visible from the foyer I'm the dining room with Rick. You look around and see Morty in the living room, picking up a cup of orange juice and walking into the kitchen. As he passes through the room you stand in, he waves and holds his drunk against his chest with two hands, which you find so cute!
"O-oh, hey, y/n," Morty greets. "D-did y-yo-y-y-you sleep w-well?" Morty asks as he shakes his head, irritated by his pronounced stutter.
You giggle and answer, "I slept okay. You?"
"F-fine."
You feel bad as Morty had to sleep on the couch while you got his bed.
"It's actually n-not bad as bad as you think sleeping on the couch," Morty assures and confirms with a reassuring smile.
You kindly return the gesture as Morty invites you to eat some breakfast. You grin and nod.
Morty leads you into the dining room where Rick and Beth are making slow and disagreeable conversation.
"I just don't think you need to say that kind of stuff to Morty. That really hurt his feelings. You're his grandpa," Beth argues softly.
"You know I d-didn't mean any of it. We made up," Rick convinces Beth. Beth gives a halfhearted smile and watches Rick eat the rest of his breakfast.
You and Morty enter the room, Morty making your arrival apparent.
"Morning," Morty greets, sauntering to the table and seating himself, trying not to make it obvious he had heard every word of their conversation. You giggle and sit next to him.
"Hi, honey. Hi, y/n, how'd you sleep?" Beth asks.
"Good. Thank you again for letting me stay here," you thank as she serves you and Morty a plate.
"No problem."
Beth excuses herself and retreats upstairs as she hears Jerry and Summer argue.
Rick slouches in his seat as he fiddles with something he had just pulled from his pocket.
"Whatcha doin'?" You query, trying to start a conversation.
"An animal 'communicator,' if you will," Rick responds.
