One Shots: Rick/Morty X OC

Bully! Morty X Bullied! Bandit: I Hate you I Love you

(Morty's POV)

I watch Bandit walk down the hall to her first class. She is carrying a bunch of text books and folders and papers. I walk over quickly and trip her, making her fall to the floor, she props herself up with her hands and gathers her stuff. I watch from above, watching, smiling. She is so vulnerable...

"Hey, nerd. What class do you have first?" I already know the answer but I ask to seem like I care.

"Mat-"

"Don't care. Move out of my sight, ugly piece of garbage." I dare not cuss at her but I'll use other words to get across my point. I grab up her folder and run to Math, she is yelling after me to give it back but I'm faster than she ever will be.

I take my seat in the very back and hide the folder in my desk. Bandit runs in, she has a scowl on her face as she glares at me and comes over. I lean back in my seat and put my hands behind my head.

"Where is it?" She growls. She is cute when she's angry.

"I don't know what you mean." I shrug with a smug smirk across my lips. She makes me feel so powerful, so strong, everyone else even my family makes me weak but her-oh she is something special.

"My folder, you fucking jerk!" She yells in my face, her face is red. I smile and grab the folder and dodge around her when she makes a grab. I run out of class and into the boy's bathroom, I check the folder and see that it's just homework not anything too important like her poems or her art work. I quickly throw it into a toilet and I hear her enter. She comes as I flush it down all the way. She yells at me. I look at her with a smile and I'm laughing but when I see her face...

She's crying

A realization hits me as Bandit is pounding on my chest weakly as she sobs slightly and hiccoughs.

I'm hurting the person I love.

"MORTY WHY?! WHY DO YOU ONLY BULLY ME?! What did I ever do to you, huh?" She I wiping at her eyes with her sleeve, trying not to seem weak as she steps away from me. I'm speechless, mouth agape like an idiot as I stare at her.

"What did I do to make you hate me?! Is it just because I'm a girl? Is it because you just don't like me?!" She is so angry, she is so desperate to know why. Why DO I bully her? And she is right. It's only ever her that I bully everyday. Spending all my time with her, made me happy. I liked seeing her follow after me when ever I steal her things. I liked hearing her voice when she is talking to me in anyway. I like seeing her in her most vulnerable, it made me feel special to her. To be the only person she showed me any of the emotion and tendencies to. To be the only person to ever have her full attention, for days on end. I'm always here bugging her, acting like I hate her, because I love her. I love Bandit. I can tell I do because I don't think about sex or anything like that, which is what I usually do to people I have crushes on but she isn't a crush. What I want from her is more innocent. It's more like I want time with her. Time is the most important thing in life, it's limited. Very limited to humans and we make a big deal about how time is money or how people waste each other's time. It's silly. It's funny.

I watch as Bandit slid her back against the wall and sits on the floor, head in her hands crying. She is sobbing loudly, not caring to hide how much I have hurt her. And my heart just hurts. Why. Why do I hurt the only person that has ever meant anything to me?

I kneel down in front of her. I take her hand and she is too weak too sad to fight back as I put her wet hand open against my cheek. I keep my hand over her hand as she suddenly quiets and looks up at me with puffy and tired eyes. She stares at my face. She stares right through me with those beautiful night sky dark blue eyes. She seems to see me clearer by my action. I think she can tell...

That I don't hate her

I love her.

"Morty..." she mumbles.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I can't help but want to call her that for the rest of my life and I know I'm only 17 but I want to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful creature in front of me.

"Why do you hate me?" She wants me to say it. She knows the answer but she wants me to say it. I can tell. I sigh and then inhale, just like how I used to do when I was getting ready to get something off my chest. My stutter seemed to come back at that moment.

"I-I-I-I don't hate you, B-B-Bandit. I l-l-l-l-love you...I always h-have." My stutter that I thought I got rid of, the one that outcastes me from everyone else but she just stares at me.

"If this is another joke, I will never talk to you again." She withdraws her hand and stands with a small sniffle. I stand quickly too and she is turning and I'm grabbing her wrist. I turn her on her heal and hold the back of her neck.

I feel her soft lips on mine

Am I blushing?

Just like old times but this time I won't take it a step further because all I want to know now is how she feels. What she thinks of me. I look into her eyes and her mouth is slightly agape.

"Morty I..." she hesitates. I have my hands on her and I can't seem to understand why I'm blushing so hard and she is too.

"Tell me. What do you think of me? Do you love me too?" I'm so impatient. I want to run my hand through her hair. I want to hear her heart. I want to hear her voice tell me. Tell me she loves me too. Tell me that she feels the same.

"I-I...I love you! I loved you ever since I first saw you and I always had hoped that maybe it was like the 6th grade concept. That when a boy hates you, they actually love you! I knew! I just...it seemed to take you a while." She gave a sad smile and was soon hugging me. Could she hear how fast my heart was beating for her?

"Thank you for forgiving me, I never meant to really hurt you. All I wanted was to sp-sp-spend time with you." I mumbled into her hair. She smelled so nice. She was so soft.

"Heh you're stutter is cute." My heart seemed to explode and I kissed the top of her forehead as we stood there. I heard the toilet start clogging with the papers. I sighed and pulled her out of the bathroom outside into the empty halls, we seemed to have skipped first period.

"Hey, Bandit, I want to go out sometime. Like a date maybe?" I asked with a smile her way. She nodded.

"Sure. Where and when?" She asked.

"My house after school." I smiled. She nodded with confirmation and we walked hand in hand to our next class because the bell had just rung.