An "Unexplainable" Force (Rick Sanchez X Reader)

Chapter Three

"Breakfast's ready!" Dad shouts from downstairs. "If you don't get your arse down here in the next two minutes then I'm eating your plate of food!"

"No you're fucking not!" I shout in return as I run down the stairs, still doing up the zip on my black jeans. "Those are my pancakes bitch!"

I reach the dining room table and grab a seat, sitting down I take a sip of my glass of (favourite juice). Dad walks in from the kitchen and places a plate with a stack of pancakes on it in front of my on the table. He hands me a second plate of bacon with a half empty bottle of maple syrup. I put the bacon on the pancakes and then cover them with maple syrup. (Sorry if you don't like pancakes with bacon and maple syrup on them, it's one of my favourite breakfast foods).

"So," dad speaks up after he's finished his cup of coffee, "what are you doing today?"

"Well, I'm going round Rick's house and then we're going to the venue for the concert and I'm helping them set up." I say leaving out the extra details dad wouldn't believe me on like BirdPerson, Squanchy and having the concert nowhere near here. "After that I'm staying for the concert and then going to the after party."

"Let me guess, you're going to get 'shitfaced'?"

With a mouthful of food I reply, "Well, we'll have to see. Might hit a few joints too, see where the night takes me."

"Okay. Just be careful please. I don't want to have to call the police because some douchebag did something to my daughter."

"Dad, chill, I'll be fine."

After a short few minutes, I finish my breakfast and head back upstairs and to my room. Once there, I grab my small backpack and place what I think I'll need for tonight in it. That includes: two blunts, a flask of whiskey, a hairbrush, my dark red lipstick incase I need to top up the colour, my camera so I can take photos for the guys, my phone and some band-aids.

I hurry downstairs and wave goodbye to dad. "I'll text you later!" I reassure him. "I'm going to Rick's now, I love you!"

"I love you too. Have fun sweetheart!" Dad replies and I leave the house.

After my ten minute walk, I reach Rick's house and I ring the doorbell. Rick answers the door half dressed, wearing only a pair of black skinny jeans and pink socks. I step inside the house and shove Rick by his shoulder playfully.

"Go put a shirt on or something." I tease him.

"Why? Not enjoying the view?" He teases back.

"No. No I'm not. I'm having a can of 7Up and I expect you to be ready by the time the can is fully consumed."

Disappearing upstairs, Rick goes to put on a top and accessorise his outfit.