Tales of Rick Sanchez (Rick x reader Oneshots)

Too Good At Goodbyes

(1755 words)

Your POV

Kicking rocks I walked down the street as I sighed. I was on my way over to the Smith's. To tell them that I wasn't going to be coming around anymore. Shaking my head I tried to get the thoughts from my mind as I knew they were going to be disappointed with me. Something most people already were. Walking up to the door I took a breath as I walked in and called out for them.

"Morty?"

Nothing.

"Summer!"

Nothing

"Jerry, Beth!"

Nothing.

"Rick!"

Crash.

Going over to where the noise came from I stopped as I reached the garage door before I bit my lip and opened it. Opening the door I notice that Rick was sweeping some glass that was on the floor as he cursed. "Goddamn, motherfucking bullshit." he said as I leaned on the door waiting for him to notice that I was standing there.

I watched as he picked up the dustpan and threw away the broken glass before spraying what I had assumed was a base liquid on the PH scale that would neutralize whatever was in the flask when he dropped it. He stood up and sighed as he leaned on the counter and looked at me. "Shouldn't you be in school?" he asked as he sipped his flask.

"Since when do you support people going to school?" I asked as I hopped onto the dryer and sat there. He gave a small chuckle before he nodded. "Good point, what's up?" he asked as he sat at his counter and started to work on something with his back towards me. "I uh, was hoping that we could talk, well I talk and you more of listen." I said. Looking at the cement floor of the garage I could feel his eyes on me as he turned around. I stayed like that until he rolled over on his wheeled chair and picked up my chin so I would make eye contact with him.

"What is it baby?" he asked as he sat in front of me. I sighed gently as I looked at him before looking away again. "I don't think I should come around to hang out anymore." i said before he crossed his arms and looked at me. "Really? Is this something your dad told you to do? I know that he hates me but Jesus, this is low." he said as he looked at me. I shook my head. "No, this is all me. I just don't think it would be good for me to come over here anymore, I guess" i said as I braced myself for the yelling. He stood as he kicked his chair back under the table and shook his head.

"You guess? You're telling me that you don't want to come over here anymore because you guess you don't?" he said as I sighed gently. We sat in silence before I hopped off the dryer and made my way to the door. "Tell the rest that I won't be coming around anymore, you can tell them that I died if it'll make you be less pissed off at me." Opening the door I stepped through and closed it gently. Once it was closed I heard him say something on the other side.

"I could never be pissed at you"

Biting my lip as I felt the tears start to fall I made my way to the door and left quickly. Walking down the street I walked slower than usual so I could calm down before I got home. I didn't really have a good reason to tell Rick and the rest of them to forget me. Maybe it was better this way, everyone I know leaves me and I get hurt. So maybe if I left first I wouldn't get hurt right? Right?

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You must think that I'm stupid
You must think that I'm a fool You must think that I'm new to this But I have seen this all before

I'm never gonna let you close to me
Even though you mean the most to me 'Cause every time I open up, it hurts So I'm never gonna get too close to you Even when I mean the most to you In case you go and leave me in the dirt
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