School Dance

Do Your Worst, Morty

It was getting late and all the teens were getting dressed for the dance. Morty was sitting inside, looking rather annoyed by the idea that Tiny Rick and Summer came up with. The door bell rings. Morty sighs and finally opens it.

Tiny Rick stood on the front porch, corsage in hand. Summer stood in the grass, giggling. Morty extends his arm out for the bluenette. Rick takes his hand delicately and ties the flower band on his wrist. Summer snaps picture after picture, blinding the two. After she's done Morty glares at Rick.

"Was this n-necessary?" He asks. The shorter teen just smiles and kisses the back of his hand, shutting him up.

"We're getting a ride with Summer's friends, okay?"

Morty makes a face of disgust. 
"But whyyyy?"

"Guys! The limos here." Summer calls. Morty sighs, starting to feel like the only voice of reason.

"I-Its not even prom. Its just a dance. J-Jesus Christ." He crosses his arms and walks over to the long black car after making sure the door was locked. The three teens climb into the back and settle down with the dicks of highschool. Everyone starts talking and Tiny Rick and Morty seem to be excluded. Morty rests his chin in his palm and looks out the window, watching the world go by. He tenses and looks over to see a smaller hand resting on his thigh, rubbing back and forth gently. He clears his throat and gazes upward to its owner.

Rick squeezes the boy's thigh and takes the glass of champagne that's offered to him. He sips it even though it tastes like literal piss. Morty leans back on the window, hoping he'd take away his hand. But also wishing he'd move it higher.

"Hey." Tiny Rick looks over at him and takes his right hip, pulling him closer and into his lap as the rest of the dates were. However all the dates were girls in boys laps. Morty glares down at him with a burning face.

"Who made you the boy?"

Rick smirks and squeezes his ass. "You'll find out why later." 
That did it. Morty moves off his lap, repeating the fact that he was done. 
"Aw, Morty, cmon."

"Nope." Morty waves him off and sits back down in the black leather seat. He stays there and ignores Tiny Rick the whole rest of the way to the dance.

They pull up to the school and get out one at a time. Morty adjusts his clothes and fixes himself.

"Cmon, Morty." Rick says and wraps his arm around his back, resting his hand on his side. The blue haired boy guides him to the entrance and pays for their way in. Morty would've objected to all this if he had only been paying attention. The school was done up: Lights and streamers strung around the beams and ceiling, posters plastered on every wall, and a picture booth out in the courtyard. This was stupid. It was way too much in Morty's opinion.

Now he was being walked into the schools cafeteria where some of the popular kids waited and talked. What they were waiting for was unsure. Someone had once asked them what they were doing and they just replied with "waiting." They asked "for what?" And they answered "just waiting." Somehow they knew when to leave the long lunch tables and go into the gymnasium to actually dance.

Tiny Rick headed over to the cool kids they came with, instantly chatting. Morty didn't pay attention. His mind was everywhere else tonight. A few minutes later he found himself along with the guys' dates. All the girls gossiped and one blonde finally spoke up.

"Hey um, why aren't you with the boys?"

A beautiful chestnut colored girl piped up to her friend.
"He's with Tiny Rick."

The blonde makes an "oh" sound to show understanding. Morty glares.

"N-No? T-Tiny Rick is with me."

The colored girl glances over at the boys. "Well that's funny cause he's seems to be the one leading." The bluenette high fives the taller boys.

"Excuse me." Morty narrows his eyes, glaring daggers at his grandfather. He stalks over to him and grabs his arm. "Excuse us." He states loudly and pulls the protesting teen out to the hallway where they could privately talk.

"Hey! What are you doing? I was!-"

Morty cuts him off. 
"W-What am I doing?? What are you you doing?! W-Who made you the boy of this?!"

"Morty, come on. I can't help it I'm more ...seme."

"Seme?"

"Yeah, I dunno, some weeaboo bitch said it earlier."

"Weeaboo?"

"Doesn't matter. What matters is I'm more of a topper. A pitcher. More manly."

"Manly?! I'm as much man as you, Tiny Rick! There's a reason you're name is Tiny!"

"Look, kid, just cause I got a new body and name doesn't mean anything. They part that counts isn't tiny and I can top you easily, just as regular Rick."

"And th-thats were you're wrong, Rick. You're in my field now, you're on my turf and the newer generation knows more than the last two! Because of information I know I top you!"

"Oh yeah? Well just cause you know things doesn't mean you can do them and use them in a necessary event. You can't truly apply them to your life. Is this about that note you wrote? You really think because I'm in a smaller body, you can top me just like that? I'm still Rick, Morty." 
Morty stops, eyes filling up with panic as his stomach drops.

"W-what note?" He breathes out in a whisper.

"You know what note I'm talking, Morty. But hey, if you really think you can top me, let the best man win. You got all night to make me give in and beg, so do your worst Morty." He hisses out, letting that acid drip off his tongue and into Morty's heart. He grabs the brunettes shoulder and pins him against the wall. He kisses him on it, letting the bet be known and for them to prepare to do their worst.