You slump over on the couch, missing Morty dearly. You give a great sigh as you flip through the channels. Finding nothing, you slam the remote against the couch aside your abode.
You recall the previous day's events. How Morty had called, his voice lowered to a quiet whimper. How he had told you that his parents were making him break up with you. How you had merely cried yourself to sleep the night prior. How depressed you were and how you much you still are. How rebellious you wanted to be, though you felt you already were being a total asshole. How horrible thoughts ran ramped through your mind. How you told yourself what you had repeated to yourself as Rick took you home.
They can't stop us. We can do whatever we want.
Even if that meant disobeying your own parent's words. You think of how you can't stand the thought without Morty. It already killed you to be without him for a couple days. How you thought you had found your soulmate and yet, you were being separated once more. How he was at your fingertips, yet you were no longer allowed to be with him.
You feel the familiar sting of tears in your eyes and you wipe them away. You stare at the tv, trying to forget everything.
Then you remember your parents. You think of how you'll have to butter them up to make the punishment mild. How you'll have to convince them that it was just a sick joke.
Tears now stream down your face.
They're not going to stop anything. I'll see him at school.
You pull your knees into your chest, shutting your eyes tightly and shedding the surplus of tears. You cup your hands over your face, trying to stop. You hold back a sob and try to convince yourself that it wasn't a big deal at all and you had no idea why you're crying. You can't though. You feel like it is a big deal, even though it wasn't because this was only putting restraints on you seeing Morty at his house. And later yours. You'd worry about that later, though.
"Stupid, stupid! Quit crying, you baby! Why are you crying? This is stupid! You'll see him again," you tell yourself, whispering quietly.
Even though it was true, you couldn't stop the tears. It's because you know you'd be doing something wrong. Not that the way you and Morty express your love, which was actually sexual assault, was bad enough. You'd have to keep it a secret and see him limitedly. You open your eyes, seeing a commercial about pizza.
Damnit, I want pizza now.
You give a small laugh. Though it's usually used to express awkwardness or joy, it was out of despair this time. You think it's so dumb how quickly your mind had changed the topic. You think of how unimportant the matter seems to your conscious to switch from the shit you're dealing with to pizza.
Maybe Morty's just a phase. Maybe I'll forget about this.
You pause, looking back at your own thoughts. You hope it was, though you yearned for Morty.
Perhaps not.
