The Diary

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       "Come eugh with me." Standing from the kitchen table, I fired a portal. Summer quickly shoved her phone away before jumping through it with me. "Alright, you eugh lovebirds, come out." I knocked lighter on the front door to 132's house that I'd ever done before. Of course they were confused when they opened the door.

       "137? What made you all polite? Oh," Rick had answered the door, "you brought our granddaughter." He motioned for us to walk in, his Morty in the background hopping into a pair of pants. "Y-You always co-come at a ba-bad time, 137." He didn't bother throwing a shirt on, hickies and bite marks still covering his small body. Summer gaped, throwing her hand over her mouth before giggling, "That's really cute." Morty smiled up at her, "I-I'm gl-glad one of you thi-thinks so."

       "Don't eugh ge-get all cranky with me. I'm already eugh being attacked by my-my own Morty." I watched as both 132s expressions fell. Rick gave me a concerned look, "What's wrong this time?"

       "'This time'? Grampa, how often do you come here?" Summer was absolutely lost. "Too often." I answered at the same time as this Rick, scowling for a moment. "These eugh two are the-the worlds gayest eugh therapists. I had to sleep on-on eugh the porch at one point, all I heard were some unwelcomed sounds all night." I watched this Morty's face go red before he hid behind Rick, wrapping his arms around his back. "Th-That wa-was unnecessary." His voice was muffled, obviously from having his face buried in somebody's spine. "Yea, eugh so was you screaming 'oh Rick' in eugh your squeaky voice all night. Really unner- eugh unnerving for all of us."

       "Maybe if you'd just give in, you wouldn't be so jealous, 137." Rick gave me a snarky look and I wanted to badly to kick the shit out of him. "Don't eugh even," I snarled. "I-I-I'm the only eugh only guy around here with any common sense. It-It's eugh wrong, and you know it. You ha- eugh had to fight just to run away and live here. You-You're still on the run, eugh technically. I can't see how that's a good base for a relationship." I folded my arms over my chest, watching as both their expressions fell.

       "It's true, we are still on the run. But we're making it work because we're happy just with being around one another. Some dimensions have more understanding people, others are unlucky. We're making this work. I don't know why you keep lying to yourself." This Rick spun and picked up his Morty, sitting on the couch and pulling him into his lap as if to prove something.

       "I'm eugh not lying to myself. I-I'll just get a non-defective replacement. My eugh my Morty's got himself a little eugh boy toy, anyway." There was an edge to my voice that surprised even me when I'd mentioned Daemon. Summer sat next to the couple, "You guys are so cute together."

       Morty giggled, burying his face in 132's neck like a child. Summer squealed and kicked her feet, "Ship. I ship so hard!" I rolled my eyes while Rick looked at me again.

       "That right there was proof enough that you're lying to yourself. You just need to show him you love him back. Really, you don't even need to be in a relationship. Just tell him so you can get your Morty back. You always did say you had the Mortiest Morty, that you could never replace the kid." He gave a knowing look. "I- eugh It's not that easy..."

       I scowled. He's right and I know it. Damn it, I know it! But I can't...

       I can't do that. It's just wrong. Besides, the kid's probably pissed at me still. 

       But... maybe?

       "Son of eugh a bitch, you guys, fucking fine. There's no eugh way in hell that kid'll ever believe me." I sighed, "I hate to eugh admit you're right, but you're not wrong." Three excited pairs of eyes stared at me, goofy ass grins on all of their faces. "Jesus, could you not?!" I waved my hands, making them all flinch and stop staring at me.