You awaken from your light sleep as birds sing their upbeat tunes from the trees. A soft humming from the cars driving by is heard. You stretch as Morty turns in his sleep behind you.
You look up at the sun, seeing it is only a couple hours after you went to sleep.
Your heart fills with joy and anxiety as Morty snuggles his head into your shoulder and against your neck. He breathes in deeply and exhales strongly, blowing his breath against your neck, causing your neck to tingle and you giggle.
Suddenly, you hear a banging noise as the door leading to the backyard slams closed. You cringe as Morty twitches in his sleep, awakening to the same sound. He looks around, his arm still around you.
You hear texting noises and you lay completely still as Summer's footsteps are heard. Then, they stop.
"Ew! Morty, get a room! That's gross! Quit having sex on the lawn!" Summer whines.
"S-Summer! We aren't doing th-that!" Morty opposes.
"Yeah, but who's to say you weren't?" Summer argues.
"I'm to s-say!" Morty tells, pointing a thumb at himself.
You lay still until Morty sits up, then you shift, pretending to be asleep.
"Oh, how about we all just pretend we're doing something we're not! Huh? Like, I'll pretend I wasn't just texting Tammy. Morty'll pretend he wasn't having sex with y/n. And y/n will pretend she's still asleep? Sound good? Great! I'll be inside!" Summer remarks, sarcastically.
"Summer!" Morty whines some more.
"Uh huh, sure," Summer gives her signature phrase again, the stomps inside.
You sit up and rest your head on your palms, slouching over.
"I'm, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get y-you in trouble," you apologize.
"N-no. I mean, it's m-my fault. S-sorry," Morty says with a reassuring, halfhearted smile.
You scoot next to him and lean against his shoulder, resting your head against his neck. Morty leans his head against the top of yours and he puts his hand in your lap. You giggle, as always, and put your hand over his.
Then the door opens again and you move as far away from each other as possible without the person exiting the house noticing. A burp is heard and you wrap your own arms around your knees, setting your head against them. Morty supports himself with his arms behind himself and stretches his legs before him.
"Oh, hey. Wha-whatcha d-auuugggghhhh-doing?" Rick asks, belching.
You and Morty, both, answer simultaneously with the same response.
"Nothing!"
"Oh. Okay," Rick replies, putting his hands in the air and walking back inside.
You check behind yourself to make sure he's gone.
You give Morty a silly grin and ask, "Why did you pull away? I thought we were doing nothing wrong."
"Y-yeah. Bu-but, I j-just don't w-w-want Rick to s-see. . . I-I don't know!" Morty shouts coltishly.
You snicker and scoot back over to him. You ruffle his hair, causing Morty to shake his head in an attempt to smooth it out.
You laugh. Suddenly, your phone rings in your pocket and you sigh. You check the caller ID.
Mom.
You accept the call and have a quick conversation with her, mostly her telling you to come home. You reluctantly stand up and stretch.
"Well, I guess I should be getting home," you say, delayed.
Morty hesitates before standing up and looking at the blue sky.
"Well, okay," he responds.
Morty gives you an awkward hug, which you return. You silently head back into the house and wave on your way.
You say goodbye to his parents, who are sitting in the living room. They thank you for coming and you thank them for letting you stay.
You hesitate as you walk out the door and pick up your bike. You brush the grass off the seat and sit on it, leaning to balance yourself.
You set your foot on the ground and look up at the balcony, where Morty is seen leaning over the rail, waving at you. You optimistically wave back and give a toothy grin. He returns the same gesture and you set off, pedaling slowly so you can keep waving.
