School Dance

Science Becomes Chemistry

"Summer, Tiny Rick is fine! You just wanna ruin this for me. You need to chill." Morty spits to his older sister and pushed past her to go to class. So what if Rick sung a few weird songs? Rick was weird. This behavior was nothing to worry about.
Morty walks into his Science class, puts his book bag to the floor against his desk leg, and carefully sat in it. He sighs and puts his head on the flat surface. It was cold and drawn on, making it look unhappy and worthless, just like him. He furrows his brows, knowing he was getting depressed for idiotic reasons. There was nothing to fear about Tiny Rick.

"So I was like 'chilll brooo'." Tiny Rick hunches his shoulders and levels his hands like he's about to sing Get Schwifty. The teens around him laugh and they get to their seats just as the bell rings. The bluenette takes a seat by his grandson.
"Sup dawg?" He asks, slouching deep in the hard chair.

Morty doesn't answer. He just sends a half hearted wave and rubs his shoulder, nervously. He was entirely worried about Tiny Rick going grunge but ...also his feelings for the boy. They had been in so many sexual situations that it got numbing, and Morty did somehow find attraction in the older's vibe. Sometimes he considers himself a gerontophile but that also scared him. When on their adventures, he found himself really liking Rick. What kept him away was the fact Rick could top him and kick his ass. But now, Rick couldn't stand a chance against him. Well he could, but its just more fun to say he didn't. Morty, now perked up, starts taking notes and scribbling down words and drawings on how he felt.

"Why are you writing 'love' and 'sex' down on your paper? Do you love sex?" Tiny Rick was hunched over his shoulder, reading his notes. Morty shoves him away. He places his arm over the talented doodle of Tiny Rick on the bottom of the paper, words were written around it that would make both blush if said aloud.

"What?! Sh-shut up!" He hisses. Tiny Rick smirks.

"Oooh, I get it, you're thinking of Jessica." He chuckles and Morty grimaces.

"No definitely not." He looks back at his work and crumbles it up, taking new notes now. Throughout all of science, Morty sighed from hearing little giggles behind him as he scribbled down definitions.

The lunch bell rings. Morty stands up from his desk and hurries out, leaving his crumbled up note sheet by the book. Rick watches Morty leave and looks to the paper. He unfolds it and flattens it out best he can. His eyes widens and his face burns.

"...Jesus..." Rick mutters. He looks to the door and smirks. He was gonna have some fun with this new learned information. He crushes the discarded paper and leaves it on the desk.

He walks out and bangs on the lockers as he goes down the hall. When he enters the cafeteria he can't help but laugh at his plan. He gets his lunch and settles by Morty, sending him a soft look.

"Hey, Dawg." Rick says and shakes his milk carton. He lowers his hand to his crotch and pretends he's jerking off. He bumps Morty. "Hey check it." Morty looks downs and glares.

"Dude! What are you doing?" He shields his eyes and looks away.

"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm getting off." He grabs his companion's leg and pulls him closer, giving him a cocky look. "Cmon, Morty, don't ya like it?"
The brunette shoves him back into his own personal space bubble.
"No!" He snaps. Rick just laughs and opens his milk, drinking some. He grabs his more-green-than-yellow banana and peels it open. Morty watches, unsure on what he was going to do.

Some teens flock over, bombing Tiny Rick with questions. The ultimate question and the one that got Morty's attention was "Who are you going to the dance with?"

Tiny Rick shrugs and says "Two people being stressed to go to a dance, being expected to enjoy themselves, being on everyone's pedestal is overrated and useless." Some of the kids agree to his valid point but one with shades protests.

"But Tiny Rick, you really aren't going to bring anybody?"

"Chill, Dawg, I'll be there with someone." He sends them a smile and shoos them. "Now go on, I'm having a talk with my best friend, Morty." He wraps an arm around his grandsons shoulders. The cool teens nod and passionately mumble, migrating somewhere else. Morty smiles.

"Best frien-"

"Hey don't get a swelled head, it was just for them to leave." Tiny Rick interrupts.

"Uh-huh, well who is it you're bringing?" Morty braces himself for heart ache. Rick chuckles.

"Ain't it obvious, Morty?" The kid looks up at him. "I'm taking you." And with that Tiny Rick deep throats his banana, bites it and swallows down the disgustingly bland fruit just to put emphasis on his statement.

Morty trembles in his arms. He sweats and whispers in cracked and shaky voice.
"Why would you eat something like that?"

Rick ignores the question and winks at him.
"So, you accept my invitation?"

He tries to comprehend what's going on and nods once. "Mhm."

"Great." Tiny Rick slaps his back and gets up, walking to the trashcans. He throws away his uneaten food and walks out of the cafeteria. He stops by the restroom to relieve himself and wash his hands. He looks in the mirror and laughs.

"You're such an asshole" He chuckles to himself and goes back to science. He sits in his chair and props his feet up on the desk across from him. He sits in silence, the paper catching his eyes. He unfolds it again and reads it once more. His smile grows. He balls it back up and puts it on the desk. He spends the rest of lunch planning out his moves for later that night.