School Dance

The Rickest Rick

The sky is black, little white stars looking down on the two boys. Morty stares up at them, finding it slightly scary that other people and planets were truly looking down at them. However, he also didn't feel so alone. The brunette looks over to the bluenette and sighs. They just did it in the principal's office and were now walking home. It was so awkward. The atmosphere was so thick the two could barely breathe, like they both forgot how to. They reached the house and the time between exiting the double doors of the High School and entering the wooden door of the Smith house seemed to vanish and skip around in their memories.

They both parted and went to their individual rooms. Rick started stomping, entering the garage and slammed the door hard, making Morty wince. Its silent for a moment as Tiny Rick looks to his old body just floating there in the tank of goo. The tension builds and he randomly starts wrecking things, pushing the shelf down to break and leak experiments and solutions. He puts his arm down on one side of a table and rakes it across fast, making jars and test tubes fly and shatter on the concrete floor and walls. Liquids gather in a pool of anger and shame just as his heart. All his senses were fading in blind rage. White hot pain emerges from his vocal chords as he lets a scream rise from his throat and pollute the air as a deadly gas. He grabs his swivel chair and brings his foot down in the spine, breaking it. He grabs an extra terrestrial, colorful rock off the large table and goes to throw it on the ground and shatter it to miniscule pieces. He looks up to the door, a pair of wide brown eyes staring at him. Tiny Rick pants heavily, chest rising and collapsing. He slowly lowers the rock down from over his head and drops it to the floor, it still fully intact minus a few chips. Tears stream down his pale face.

"Why do you love me more than him?" He asks, pointing to the older Rick in the tank.

"Rick!" Morty exclaims, stepping down and into the garage. Tiny Rick backs up some, getting defensive.

"Rick, I could never love T-Tiny Rick more. He's just a clone, y-you're the original, the Rickest Rick, how could I love anything other than that?" Morty asks, cupping his cheek. Tiny Rick moves his face away from his touch, his face burning red like the tears were acid. Morty smirks.

"...I could never love anyone more."

"-then why would you make a move on this Rick and not that one?!" He spits, blue eyes searching in Morty's brown ones.

"Because i-it was easier than..." Morty gulps and kisses him spontaneously. 
"See that? I can do that." He grabs his ass, making Tiny Rick move back, hitting the table.

"Watch it!" He barks.

"See? I can do that easier. You're not so big or powerful. I feel more in control."

Tiny Rick frowns. "Is that suppose to make me feel better?!"

"Yes. Cause I love you anyway. Just cause you're in a smaller body doesn't mean I like it more. If I got older, had my o-own clone, would you love big Morty more?"

"Don't say big Morty." He says, mind going other places.

"Well would you?"

"...no." He admits, looking away. Morty just breathes out a small chuckle and pulls him near, crushing their lips together. Tiny Rick moves into him, taking that affection straight to the core. The brunette breaks it, making the bluenette whine. The scientist moves forward to catch his lips again and stops when his assistant licks his lips, ruining the sweet mood with his saliva.

"Uhg!" He groans and wipes his face on his sleeve. Morty chuckles.

"Now come on, it's about time I get that Rick back." Morty says and takes out his phone. He enters his password and goes to his music.

"W-what are you doing?" Tiny Rick asks.

"I noticed you cringing at the music earlier tonight."

"Y-yeah cause they sucked. So what?" The shorter boy spits, crossing his arms.

"Are you sure? A-Are you sure it wasn't the teenage angst?" He asks and grabs Tiny Rick's hands. He pins him against the table and clicks the play button on his phone screen with his pinkie. The guitar strumming grabs his attention.

"Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night settles in as quickly as it goes
The memories of shadows, ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home"

"Stop!" Tiny Rick spits, aggressively jerking in his arms. Morty tightens his grip and lowers himself in him, keeping him there on the table.

"And it's almost like
Your heaven's trying everything
Your heaven's trying everything
To keep me out"

"Stop it! Let me up, you lil shit!"

"Rick, j-just calm down and listen to it."

"Fuck you!"

"Shh, shh" Morty whispers, petting his hair. When the hand leaves the other's writ and moves to his hair, Rick's shoots up and grabs his brown hair, pulling it hard.

"All the places I've been and things I've seen
A million stories that made up a million shattered dreams
The faces of people I'll never see again
And I can't seem to find my way home"

Tiny Rick squeezes his eyes shut tight. His grip doesn't loosen up, only tightening and making the young boy whimper. He clenches his teeth at his memories of being in the ship. He was doing so much, being with family yet feeling empty inside. It mixes with his teenage angst of hating himself and needing love and acceptance from everyone. His built up tears fall and he just listens to the song. The next isn't any better, in fact it makes him truly break down.

"Paint yourself a picture
Of what you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might
Feel an ounce of your pain

Come into focus
Step out of the shadows
It's a losing battle
There's no need to be ashamed

'Cause they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart

Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not your skin"

Tiny Rick lowers his head and whispers. "I....I wanna be Rick again."

About a week passes by and Morty sits in his Science classroom, taking notes. He smiles and sighs as he doodles pictures of the Rickest Rick. 
"....I'm such a g-gerontophile" he whispers, contently.