Rick Sanchez x Reader - [Rick and Morty Fanfic] DISCONTINUED

Chapter 6

A/N: Hello my lovely readers, before I begin this chapter I just want to say a few things.
1- Thanks so much to everyone who reads this weird little book, and thank you for all the votes (Wuut, 200? Already? :o)
2- I'm sorry I haven't updated a lot recently, I have no good excuse ;-;

and, 3- I'm thinking of entering this book in the #wattys2017, but I need feedback first. Do you guys think I should? It would certainly mean I'd need to up my updating-game.
(This chapter is just a bit of fun, Rick isn't in here so if you want to skip it you can .3.)
On with the story~

-o-

Time Skip [brought to you by, Stealy] the next morning:

Your POV

I awoke to a pain in my neck to realise that I was not in my room. 

It took me a moment before remembering that Morty had convinced me to sleep the night. He'd introduced me to his sister, Summer, and she let me sleep in her room.

I knew it'd be okay for me to stay, considering that my parents were out of town this weekend. They'd left me some provisions in my room in case I'd gotten hungry.

Summer was still fast asleep, but I decided to get myself up and head downstairs.

I passed a couple rooms on my way down, they all seemed very quiet, so either they were still asleep or already in the living room.

I got downstairs and there was a man with weird brown hair wearing a green and brown shirt.

Ah, this must be Jerry, Morty's father.

I tried to avoid him seeing me, in case he told Beth, she'd surely tell my parents.

However, I failed at being a stealthy ninja.

"Hey. Are you a friend of Summer's?" he asked.

I laughed nervously and wandered over to him. I patted his back and pulled a bubble-gun out of my pocket (of course Jerry wouldn't know it was just a bubble-gun) and I held it to his side.

"If you know what's good for you, you won't go telling anyone you saw me here." I said with an innocent grin.

Jerry began to sweat, and he chuckled nervously, "O-of course."

I put the gun back in my pocket and grabbed a croissant and began munching on it before sitting on the lounge and putting my feet up.

Morty soon wandered into the room, "H-hey (Y/N)."

"Yo' Morty." I said, still feeling a little tired.

"U-uh hey Dad."

"Morty, is this one of your friends?" Jerry asked, slightly ticked off.

"Y-yeah, if y-you could n-not t-tell Mum, that'd be g-great." Morty said, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

"And why would I-" he began, but I lifted my gun and pointed it at the ceiling while I continued eating the scrumptious food, "Alright fine, but if you don't want her finding out, you should leave soon."

I let out a sigh, "Fine."

I got up and headed back in the kitchen, grabbing another croissant, then made my way to the front door. 

"See you at school Morty." I waved without looking back as I left the house and scampered back home and up into my room through the window.