The Diary

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       While I sat in my room, thinking about everything that had happened in the last few months, rapid footsteps ascended the stairs. Without warning, my door was quickly forced open before slamming shut again.

       "What the he-" Quickly, Summer shushed me, Morty sitting in the desk chair and dicking around with his phone. "Grampa Rick, mom and dad are home. We wanna surprise them." Excitement was evident in her voice, her eyes sparkling. I rolled my own, turning to face the wall and whispering, "Whatever."

       "Dad?" Light knocks sounded throughout the room before I heard it open, "Dad? Are you okay? You've been locked up in here since Morty left."

       "Yea," I grumbled, wishing the dumb fucks would just spring out already, "I'm perfectly eugh fine. Always have been, always eugh always will be." I sat up, "Actually, eugh I'm gonna head to the bar." I sat up and grabbed my portal gun, hearing sudden shouts ring through my room as I hopped through another dimensional doorway. Finally some peace and quiet.

      "Yo, Abir, hit eugh me up with something st-strong. He's back." I took a seat at the bar. Abir was my favorite bartender. I had no idea what species he was, but he had a thick accent and was great when listening to me tell him my issues with Morty. His bug-like eyes went wide before he reached up and grabbed a bottle, setting it down in front of me. My eyed widened, "A-Are you sure?" I wrapped my fingers around the bottle, excited.

         "Anything for a partner. Besides, we got a new shipment coming in tomorrow. Go ahead and chug, the other customers can wait." Abir waved me off, moving to tend to another customer.

        I sat and drowned my sorrows, the bottom of the bottle quickly becoming my best friend. I hastily slammed a few bills down, not even bothering to count yet knowing it was way too much, before the familiar feeling from traveling through a portal enveloped my body.

        I popped into the garage, throwing the glass bottle against the wall and finding solace in the shards it created. "Rough trip?" I whipped around to find Morty fucking with the damn butter robot, tossing it from hand to hand.

       "Yea, like eugh like y-you c- eugh care enough to listen to eugh to that sob story." I huffed, walking over and snatching the robot away. Morty replied coolly, not even the slightest bit fazed by my actions, "Maybe I do. Maybe you just don't care enough to tell me."

       "This eugh This isn't a fucking eugh game, Mo-Morty. Now get outta eugh m-my garage. Go message y-your boy-toy or-or-or eugh or something." Morty shrugged, whipping out his phone and leaving.

       A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I plopped into the all too familiar desk chair, laying my head in my arms. The door opened slightly. "I'm not eugh hungry, I'm not eugh answering eugh questions, I don't have advice about boys, and I don't want to see Morty." The last part was unnecessary but true.

       The door shut again and light footsteps carried across the garage. Something was set near my head and I glanced up to see Summer, a worried expression on her face. She had placed a glass of water near me, condensation falling from the sides.

        "Grampa, I know you probably don't wanna talk about it, but Morty told me, a while ago, about what had happened before he left. For the longest time, he was upset about it because he was afraid you'd never want to see him again. He said you stopped showing up, you never once popped up out of the blue to say 'we're going on an adventure, Morty'," she tried to lower the pitch of her voice, giggling slightly. "But, in all seriousness, I see what he's doing, grampa. He's really hurt, honest. He just wants you to think he's bigger than that, he's better. I don't know what all you did, but I do know that mom saw you acting funny ever since. She doesn't know what he did, but she doesn't know what's wrong, either. So, you know, don't let Morty get to you. He-" she paused, looking down, "he still likes you. You hurt him, but he still likes you. He doesn't even like Daemon. He's just a cover. I don't know what you think of Morty, and the whole thought of you and him getting jiggy with it is kind of disturbing, but I'm not one to judge. Love whoever and all that. But don't let him get to you."

       Summer walked out of the garage after moving the glass of water closer to me. When she'd closed the door, I stared at a drop of water racing down the side of the glass before chugging it. Snow had begun falling outside, a blizzard rolling in tonight.

        Something told me that meant more than just a winter storm was coming.