Rick Sanchez one-shots

Do you care?

(Lmao I guess I'll start with angst, I've been thinking about this one a bit. FLUFF AT END)

Damn you Rick. Here I am dressed up and sitting on my ass waiting for you in this restaurant. What did I expect he always does this so he can go on some adventure.

I turn my head to look outside before grabbing my purse and leaving. What could be so damn important for him to ditch me. I slowly pull up to the outside of the Smith's house.

As I enter I see Jerry watching tv and Summer on her phone. I look to Jerry, "Where is rick?" I ask. He looks at me and respond with, "Out". I growl and sit on the couch waiting till Rick gets back.

Summer realizes what's happening around her and puts her phone down. She smiles, "Are you hungry?" I don't look away from the tv as I say, "No, since Rick stood me up I figured I should just eat". Summer smiles apologetically at me.

My body tenses as I hear the garage door slam and turn to see Morty in front of Rick walking in. The young boy walks into the living room and sits on the floor. Rick grabs a beer from the kitchen and sits next to me on the couch with a small 'hey'.

I stand and turn to him, "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, RICK!?" I yell. He quickly looks at me along with everyone in the room. "I SAT WAITING FOR YOU FOR 2 HOURS. BUT I GUESS YOUR ADVENTURES MATTER MORE, RIGHT?" Rick drinks more leading me to grab his drink. He becomes furious, "The world doesn't revolve around you, princess" he hisses.

Grabbing my bag from my previous position, I say "Fuck you, do you even care about me cause if not then why am I here!" He stands and walks away and tells me, "The doors next to you." Tears stream down my face and I cry out, "It's over, I won't bother you anymore."

As I walk to the door I hear Morty mumble something to himself such as, "Ah jeeze".

NEXT DAY

Exiting my house I look across the street to the open garage and sigh. He is gone I realize and run inside to grab a bag. I head over and knock on the door. Summer opens it and let's me in, "What's up?" She ask. I tell her I've come to grab a few things I left.

The first place I enter is the garage and head to the table as I see my shoes under it. My hand makes contact a loud cough interrupts me.
Looking over my shoulder I see Rick glaring, "Your shit is in a box by the garage door". I grab my shoes and throw them in the box by the door. I pick it up by it's handles, "Ya know, I love you but it doesn't seem you feel the same anymore."

He continues to stare at me and laughs, "Love isn't real." I turn to Rick and smile as tears threaten to fall, "Maybe you're right, but I love you. I really do, Rick." I wipe my eyes and look around, "It all started in here, from the second we kissed. I sure as hell am gonna miss it and the times we had outside of here."

My footsteps can be heard walking and then stop. I stop in front of Rick, "I'm going to miss you the most. I think I always will, cause your my everything. I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you." With that I start to walk away hoping he will call my name. Wishi-PRAYING he would say anything.

Nothing.

I cross the street and enter my house dropping my box inside. My feet drag as I go to my room. Laying on my back I feel as if my heart has been ripped out of my chest. Closing my eyes I drift asleep.

A bright light floods my vision and I turn on my other side. My eyesight returns shortly after as I look around. I need to get his things out of here.

My feet hit the floor and I grab Ricks blue shirt and some pants putting it in a pile. I start separating our things and turn around. Under my bed I see a flesh curtains shirt. Grasping it I smile and put it in the pile. I put his stuff in a bag and make sure there is nothing else.

My front door shuts behind me as I look ahead. Just drop it off and go. The garage door opens as I arrive and I freeze. The bag becomes heavy as I see Rick across from me. My feet shuffle across as I enter. I drop the bag next to him, "What is it?" He looks tired his eyes show it. Turning my head to the bag I say, "Your things are in it." Turning to leave he grabs my arm. I don't try to make him let go and make a small 'What are you doing'.

Rick let's go and his gaze focuses on the floor. He sighs and runs his hands down his face, "Don't go." I step towards him. He mumbles something I don't hear. "What did you say?" I ask and he grunts, "I said, I love you".

My hands shake as he continues to talk, "I don't show emotion well, and I don't always show you how much I love you. But I don't want to let you go, I can't sleep or eat. So please, I'm a piece of shit and I love you." My arms fly around his next and my face becomes buried in the crook of his neck. He grips me tight and keeps repeating those 3 words as we hold one another.

                       "I love you."