can't kill love - rick and morty x reader

5. strawberry icecream

pov : (y/n)

before i knew it i was in the front seat of rick's spaceship, morty in the back.

"it's the bessstttt ice cream you will ever have, (y/n)." morty said excitedly. "i can't wait for you to try it, r-right rick?"

rick glared at morty through the car mirror. "yeah, uh sure...whatever." rick said as he couldn't care less.

he took a few sips from his silver flask. why does he drink so much? i mean all this alcohol must be for a reason? right?

we arrived at this alien dimension. i hopped out the spaceship, along with morty's and followed by rick.

"you need to try the strawberry ice cream here." morty said in awe as we entered the alien ice cream parlour. "it tastes wayyy better than normal strawberry ice cream."

normally i'd be psyched but i wasn't really feeling it. just empty.

pov : morty

"uhh, 3 co-cones with strawberry ice cream." rick slurred with no expression.

the alien cashier nodded, left for a few seconds and came back with 3 cones. "thanks." i smiled.

we all walked outside and sat on a bench not far from the ice cream parlour.

(y/n) tried the ice cream and nodded her head. "woah, dude. this is amazing." (y/n) said with a smile on her face.

i don't know man but something has been kinda off with her today. her smiles seemed... fake.

pov : (y/n)

rick and morty had completely finished their cones and i haven't even got to the cone yet. it does taste amazing i'm not gonna lie, but really what's the point.

"well?" morty said.

"morty...i'm not really that hungry to be honest." i lied once again. "why don't you finish it?"

"are you sure?" morty said.

"go nuts." i said as he took the melted ice cream cone from my hand. i could see rick glance at my quickly in the corner of my eye.

"uhhhh, i'm bored. let's go home now." rick said.

"fine, lets go." morty stood up and gestured me to come.

in the spaceship i saw morty eating my ice cream happily in the reflection of the window.

the weight overwhelmed me. it was one of those days. i've had to put up with depression most of my life. i've never really found a good coping mechanism. i let out a sigh.

pov : rick

(y/n) sighed.

i looked at her in the corner of my eye. i wonder what she was thinking about.

who cares anyway? i need to kill her soon. she means nothing to me.

and she should mean nothing to morty.