Burn in Hell | C137cest AU

Thanksgiving Hang Out - Chapter 27

       Morty woke promptly at nine, realizing he'd slept in a bit late and forgot to set his alarm, though he was thankful he woke naturally at such a time. He showered quickly, though his routine still felt strange to him. He realized - or rather assumed - he was the type of person to shave when he'd walked into his bathroom the first time he was home and found the razor and shaving cream. He decided he wanted to try and be that person still, hoping something like that would jog his memory, and had been shaving like he assumed he had normally done. Sure, it was still awkward, but he felt complete when he did it.

       When his clock told him it was nearing eleven thirty, after a cold-cereal breakfast he had no chance of burning in any way, Morty went around his room and dug in his closet, wondering what he was supposed to wear. He would text Rick, but he felt that was too awkward. He didn't want to ask and feel stupid, but at the same time he didn't want to be different. Over dressed, under dressed. They were both bad, in his opinion. Embarrassing; not fun.

       With a groan of frustration, Morty checked the time again, deciding that, should Rick be on the road, it would be best if Morty texted one of the others. So the brunet pulled up Gary's contact, sending a quick message. He was surprised by the response time; almost immediate.

Morty(:)
Not to seem stupid or anything, but what should I wear???

(:)Gary
You aren't stupid lol
Whatever you'd be comfy in. We just have nice shirts and jeans.

        Morty huffed, setting his phone down. He didn't know how nice 'nice' was, but he didn't have time. It was quarter to twelve and there was already a car in his driveway, from what Morty could see through his window, so he quickly pulled on some jeans and a yellow polo, adjusting the collar and stepping into his black converse almost immediately before he heard his new doorbell go off. 

       "I-It's open," Morty called, thankful Rick heard him as he went through his kitchen and cleaned up the breakfast mess he had neglected earlier. "S-Sorry," he apologized as Rick stepped in and shut the door behind him. "I-I'll be ready in j-just a second. Just g-gotta grab something." Morty walked off after Rick gave a reassuring response, glad the man wasn't upset with him, and grabbed his wallet, phone, and key from his nightstand, flicking his lamp off before he wandered back into his front room.

       It was odd, really. Rick almost looked like he belonged in the living room, standing in front of the couch with a longing, borderline apologetic, expression. Morty shrugged that thought off, grabbing his black jacket from the hook near the door. After an awkward dance of who's walking out first, Morty allowed Rick to pass, shutting and locking his door behind him. Morty felt at home again when he crawled into the silver convertible, like he'd been there before, and shuddered slightly. He'd felt creeped out by all of this for a while now.

       Morty smiled to himself when he realized Rick was a crazy driver, giggling softly when the man sped through the streets like he was on a schedule. Which Morty supposed he may be on, being that he was apparently responsible for a dinner for four, with Morty the Anti-Boyardee to help. Seriously, Morty didn't know if he should tell him he manages to burn spaghetti noodles just to be certain he knew of his poor abilities.

       "I d-didn't peg you a-a-as somebo-body who listened to BO-OTDF," Morty stated as they crossed the bridge, laughing slightly as Rick leapt through the lanes. "Well, somebody I used to know left their disc, and I found I was sorta fond of their music." Morty chuckled, mouthing along to 'Cruel Pornography' as they continued on their way, smiling the two times he caught Rick stealing a peek at him with a crooked smirk.