[ heeyyyy it's sideshowmorty again. im here just to speed up the fanfic a bit with my crappy writing! enjoy!! ]
As you walk back to go find out what Rick's 'surprise' was, you start to feel disappointed. Rick's surprise was probably an excuse to get you and Morty back so he could treat you like shit again. He seemed to enjoy it.
You look over to Morty, who is just casually walking beside you. He catches your stare, and isn't sure why you aren't saying anything, so he just grabs your hand and keeps strolling along.
You hesitate before saying, "What do you think the surprise is?".
"I-I-I don't know.. W-What about you?"
"Nothing,"
"What?"
"I think the surprise is nothing," you say, this time being more specific.
"You're probably right," Morty nods. "Y-y-you know, I-I was actually wanting to hang out with just y-y-you instead of going back to the hotel."
You blush slightly, and cling onto his arm.
[ Ayyyyyeeee, it's TinyRick1 again, lol ]
As you approach the resort, Morty holds the door for you, smiling goofily. You give a silly grin and pat him on the head.
"Such a gentleman," you whisper teasingly.
Morty smiles and jumps to his feet, following you through the crowded lobby to the elevators. He races up past you and stops abruptly at the elevator door. He makes a silly face and waits as the door opens.
A bunch of people pour out, flooding out in the lobby. You and Morty push your way through and ride to the top.
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Morty walks through the foyer, his shoes making soft thuds against the hardwood floor. He looks around, observing the wet bar, searching for Rick. As he's not there, Morty searches further, creeping around the room. You walk further into penthouse, looking to your left at Rick's room.
You look around, pursing your lips in confusion.
"He said he was here," Morty's voice splits the silence.
You hum in question, thinking Rick would be at the bar.
"Maybe he went downstairs. . . ?" You suggest, looking around some more.
Morty glances at you and nods.
"Y-yeah," he sighs.
Morty slowly walks to the door, and you hear the lock click. You give Morty a suspicious look as he shrugs and stands away from the door.
"W-well, here he is," Morty mutters as the door swings open quickly, which would've hit Morty if he hadn't moved, to reveal a drunk Rick.
As usual, you think inwardly at Rick's usual drunk state.
"Soooooo. . . Wh-wh-where you been?" Morty queries nonchalantly. "And what's this 'surprise?'"
