Don't Come Back For Me

Kicking Ass and Taking Names.

        It had been roughly two weeks since that encounter. The duo had come back several times, each time being chased away by you. Last time, about two days ago, you held a broom above your head and screamed nonsensical madness at them until they ran away, leaving you to fall into a fit of laughter and drop the broom on your head.

        Rick never asked about your discussion with Morty that day, so you assumed it was safe to say he hadn't heard, or he simply thought nothing of it.

       Now, you sat in your apartment, wondering if they would ever show up there instead of at Rick's place. It was hot as hell and you were wandering around in your boxers, "You know, I really hope they don't show up today. It's just too damn hot for that." You sat on the couch, a beer in your hand. You set the bottom on your chest as you slouched on the couch, watching tv. You had your only fan facing you, your legs open to allow the breeze to go up your boxers as well.

Just go with it, don't question the fanning of the dingly bits.

       With a sigh, you felt condensation run off the side of the can and trail down your body before you lifted the can to your lips and took a long drink, relishing in the feel of the cool liquid running down your dry throat. There wasn't really anything too interesting today, so you were watching Spongebob, laughing at the dumb jokes being made. Heavy knocks rang through your small front room, telling you that there was a visitor.

        "Come in, ignore the attire, and don't complain." You shouted, turning back to watch tv. The knob turned and you looked to see who it was. "No portal? Nice."

       Rick wandered in, followed by Morty, and walked over towards you. "No eugh portal. Morty wanted to walk, not realizing we were on the eugh highest level of hell today." Morty rubbed his neck sheepishly, sweating slightly. He was in a tank top and shorts, so the heat wouldn't bother him too awfully bad. Rick was in his normal attire, not even the slightest bit worn out. "I swear to god, you're not human. I'd be sweating my ass off if I was in that. And," you motioned to your attire, "don't expect this to change unless we're going anywhere. It's too damn hot for me to care anymore. Besides," dramatically, you ran a hand through your hair, "I look good." You laughed, "There's drinks in the fridge. Help yourselves."

       Morty wandered through your apartment, hurrying towards the fridge. Rick walked over and sat on the couch by you, looking you over once. You sat up, setting your drink on the end table and adjusting yourself. The fan still blew up your boxers slightly, something you were thankful for as you continued to watch Spongebob try to deliver chocolate and run from the crazy dude. As commercials ran on, you threw your head back and groaned, "It's too damn hoooot."

       "Well, th-that's why we-we're here, yo-you know. We w-were gonna go get slushies and g-go to an arc-arcade." Morty wandered in, a soda in his hand. You had to double check, making sure he hadn't gotten into your alcohol as the red design threw you off momentarily. "Are y'all serious? 'Cause, really, I'm not moving unless you are." You grabbed your drink and downed the rest of it, pressing the empty, cold can against the back of your neck.

       "Yep. We're eugh going as soon as you get dressed."

      "Hot diggety dog," you shot up from the couch, "BRB, gonna get my happy ass into some shorts." You wandered away, quickly slipping into some tan shorts. They stopped about mid-thigh, cooler than most of your shorts. You grabbed a light blue tank top and your lab coat, throwing them into a knapsack. Your wallet was shoved into one back pocket, your phone in another, and you walked out, the knapsack on your back as you slipped into your socks and shoes. You ran around, shutting off the few lights you had on, and switched the tv off. "Let's go alrea-daaay." You sang out, standing in front of them.