State of Dreaming (Rick Sanchez x Reader)

Excuses

+++AN: I hope you like it so far!  Im going a little slow, I just wanna build up some suspense, or something XP
Also, side note, not everything in this fanfic is 100% cannon, like ricks backstory and stuff.
Okay, enjoy! : 3+++

Ricks POV:

No.
There's no way that I like her.

I mentally slap myself [What the fuck am I even thinking?! Shes so young! And im.... me!]

I sigh and walk back to the living room, leaving (Y/N) to play around with her new phone.

[There's no way it would ever work]

Your POV:

You turned on the phone and as soon as the screen came on, you got bombarded with missed calls and messages. 

" (Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU?!

ARE YOU OKAY??? "

And lots more like that.

Of course they were all from your parents.

"Shit.. what do I say?" You mumbled to yourself.

You thought for a second, then called them.
After a few seconds, you hear your mom pick up.
You open your mouth to say something, but before you can, she starts screaming at you.

" (Y/N)!!!! ARE YOU OKAY?? WHAT HAPPENED?! WHY DIDNT YOU COME HOME LAST NIGHT!!!"

You sighed and said into the phone

"Hey mom, im sorry I didn't tell you, I thought I did."

You could tell she was calming down a little, so you kept talking.

"A friend from school is hosting a... college tour across a few states and im gonna stay with his family until its over."

You Pause for a second.

"Is that okay?"

You could hear whispers over the phone, you imagined she was talking with your father.

"Can I talk to his parents?"

You look over at Rick.

"They're not here right now, but his grandpa is of you wanna talk to him"

They say yes.

You put the phone on mute for a minute and walk over to rick.

"Hey, rick. Can you tell my parents you're taking me and morty on a college tour?"

He rolled his eyes,

"Sure, what-EE-ver"

You gave him the phone and turned off mute, "and be polite" you muttered under your breath.

He gave you a slight death stare, but soon shifted his attention to the phone.

You went over to the kitchen and got an apple from the fridge, periodically looking over at Rick.

A few minutes later, he came over to you with the phone, handing it to you and immediately walking back to the couch.

You put it up to your ear and waited for them to speak.

"Okay, your dad and I are fine with it, just please be more responsible next time okay?"

You rolled your eyes

"Okay, I love you"
"Love you too, bye"

You hung up the phone, and let out a sigh of relief.

You went over to Rick and sat down on the couch next to him.

"Thanks" you smiled at him a little.

He glanced at you for a brief second, then looked back at the TV.

Your smile faded and you looked at the TV. Some weird show was playing. It was called, ball fondlers.  You put your hand over your mouth to hold back your laughter.  You looked at Rick, who was devoid of humor at the moment.

He didn't even notice your laugh.

It seemed like he was in another world, thinking.

You could see his gaze was fixed on a certain spot on the tv, not following the characters or anything.  He wasn't paying attention.

You took this time to admire his features.  As weird as it was to be looking at an older man like this, you took solace in the fact that it was just a little crush and would most likely never amount to anything.

His expressionless face was beautiful to you.  His fiery grey hair was amazing. And his composure seemed unreal; so lanky and thin, you found it intriguing.

Suddenly, his daze was broken when he took out his flask and took a chugged it down. 

You quickly looked away, turning on your phone and pretending to play a game.

Not more than a minute later, Rick got up and swiftly went to the garage.

Ricks POV:

I sat down on the couch and soon, (Y/N) sat down next to me.

She said something, but I wasn't paying attention, so I just kinda looked at her for a second. 

[Damn shes so pretty]

I mentally cursed myself and looked back at the TV, not really paying attention.

[Fuck.. why the hell do I like her so much?!]

I tried to push her out of my mind, but i couldn't stop thinking of her beautiful (H/C) hair.  Her (E/C) eyes.. they were so amazing. Every time i looked at her and she smiled, it made me feel like i was on top of the world.

I could feel my face heat up and I quickly got my flask and took a gulp, so it would look like I was drunk. 

As I did though, I glanced over and saw her quickly look away, her face getting a bit pink

[Was she.. checking me out?]

You shook your head.

[Nope, there's no way she likes me like that.]

To avoid anymore awkwardness, I quickly got up and went to the garage.  I needed something to occupy my brain, like an invention. I couldn't bare thinking about her anymore.

It pained me to see her and realize ill never be with her.