Don't Come Back For Me

It's Called a Crush for a Reason.

       Harsh whispers tore you from your blissful dreams of world domination. Your eyes eased open and you saw Summer conversing with Morty as they motioned towards you. Something moved behind you and you carefully looked back.

       How the hell did I wind up laying my head on Rick's thigh?

       Behind you, yet beneath you, Rick sat on the couch, snoring lightly as his head leaned back, one arm flung over the back of the couch while the other lightly held his flask on the arm of the couch. His chest rose and fell slowly, drool creeping from the corner of his mouth. You turned back to find Summer and Morty now staring directly at you, curiosity burning in their irises.

       You sat up slowly, mouthing 'what the hell?' to the duo before looking back at Rick. You slowly stood, not wanting to wake him, and directed the two to follow you to the kitchen. "Alright, I'm a pretty weird guy, myself, but what the actual hell?" You whispered harshly, talking to Summer. "I literally passed out alone, he was in the damn shower."

       They both looked at you confused. "I threw more glitter on him when you left. Pretty sure it's still there, pretty sure he's pissed, and pretty sure I don't give a fuck." You snickered, "But, really, WTH, boi?" You enunciated every letter, putting more emphasis on the 'h'.

       "W-We thought you, u-uh, you gu-guys did s-something." Morty turned bright red, the look in his eyes reading more jealousy than embarrassment. You hastily shook your head, waving your hands in front of you, "NONONONONONONO..... NO. No, nothing happened. I literally fell asleep, and woke up to this."

       Morty seemed extremely relieved by this explanation, relaxing almost instantly as you watched him exhale. "O-O-Ok, it's just th-that, um, y-you we-were on his l-lap and st-stuff." Morty rubbed the back of his neck and you noticed the blush creeping up. You smiled sheepishly, "Nah, it's all good. He's my, er, boss, I guess. Nothing more." You waved absentmindedly, looking to the floor.

       Rick moved past, having apparently awoken now, and grunted as he walked to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of grape juice, surprising you as he poured himself a glass. "No spike?" You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest. Rick rolled his eyes, giving you a flat look and downing the juice. He ran his fingers through his hair, glitter falling freely as he placed the now empty glass in the sink. Summer giggled while Morty kept his eyes glued to you.

       "Something up?" You asked nonchalantly. Morty's eyes widened before he look away. "S-Sorry, n-n-no. Just, u-um, zoned out, I-I guess." He was blushing like mad. From behind Morty, you could see Rick eyeing him suspiciously, his eyes narrowed as he practically glared. "S-So, (Y/N), do you, u-um, like 21 Pi-Pilots?" Morty asked out of the blue. You nodded, "Yea, they're one of my favorite bands!" Grinning, you stated, "My favorite quote is from Friend Please. You know, 'Friend, please, remove your hands from over your eyes. I know you want to leave, but, friend, please, don't take your life away from me.' It's always been one of my favorites, even though it's completely upsetting." Absentmindedly, you ran a hand through your hair, taking in Morty's reaction to this simple motion.

       Oh my God, he's practically drooling. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

       Frantically, you relaxed yourself, clearing your throat and pressing your hands into your pockets. "R-Really? Th-That's o-one of the mo-most played songs I ha-have!" As if to prove a point, Morty pulled his phone out, opening a music app. It definitely was the most played song in his history. When Morty had shown you, he leaned uncomfortably close, his eyes staring down at your lips. You had quickly stood upright, watching Morty quickly put his phone away.