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Morty's bored out of his mind.
It was dinner time, and where his family would usually be sitting around the table pretending to actually care about each other, was everyone in the living room talking and watching interdimensional TV. His sister friends had come over, a few recognizable ones being Trisha, Nancy, and for some reason Jessica even though her and his sister weren't really friends. Usually, Morty would have been ecstatic that Jessica was currently in his house, but Morty had made a few self-discoveries recently.
He figured out he was bisexual while hanging out with a certain eye-patch wearing boy. While they hadn't put a label on it, they had cuddled and flirted with each other on multiple occasions which was the most serious two-sided relationship he's ever had. He had never had this much attraction to someone before, sure he thought Jessica was pretty, but Eve—the nickname that Evan said could only be used by Morty—was striking. While he knows that sounds narcissistic, considering they were the same person, but the evil version of him hadn't looked like a Morty for a while.
He had bulked up since leaving the curve, which Morty found very pleasing when he would hold him. His face had a different face shape than him, which Morty didn't really understand, but he sure did think he was becoming. He was taller and much stronger than Morty as well, which made it easier for Eve to throw him over his shoulder and see him at eye level when sitting on his lap. Morty loves Eve, for the first time in his life he was absolutely sure that he loves someone. The best part was that he was pretty sure Eve loved him back. The first time someone had ever loved him back. It made Morty all giddy on the inside, like his insides were bubbles and Eve was blowing them.
A hand was waved in his face, "Mor-orty?" In his blissed-out state he hadn't realized Rick had been trying to talk to him.
“S–sorry Rick, w-what was the question?” Morty stammered out. Rick looked annoyed that he had to repeat himself again.
“The new episode of Ball Fondlers Mort-belch-ty, Ball Fondlers!” Rick scoffed out with a belch. Morty looked at him with disgust when he asked, his mind gone sour leaving his sweet thoughts.
“R-Rick I don’t really want to watch Ball Fondl-”
“It’s, like, so cool you guys have channels from other dimensions, like so cool,” Jessica purred out while dragging the word ‘so’. Jessica had been talking to him a lot more recently, which he guesses is because she and Brad had broken up. Younger Morty would have jumped the slickness in her voice, but it just made him feel icky. Along with that she had leaned in next to him and was now touching his arm much to Morty’s dismay.
“Oh—I uhh—yeah sure is su-super cool, heh.” Morty hated how much he stuttered while saying that, it made it sound like he was flustered. He made sure to scoot a little away from her for good measure. She gave him a puzzled look, and he tried his best to look away from her, he didn’t even want to be in this position anyways.
She moved closer to him more than before and started touching his shoulder, clearly trying to get his attention. He had to move again, not wanting to give her the wrong way. He had bumped into Rick because of how far he had moved. Rick gave him a look of confusion, he had been chasing Jessica since as long he’s known the kid. Morty had understood that at least, why wouldn’t he want to sit close to his crush. Still Rick put his arm behind the kid on the back of the couch so Jessica wouldn’t want to get closer.
Rick had a few ideas why Morty wouldn't want to sit next to Jessica. It could be because he finally saw the pattern of her only coming to him when a breakup would happen, or he just didn’t like her anymore. The first is more likely than the other but he doesn’t think either are the case. He thinks this has something to do with that eye-patch wearing boy his grandson had been hanging out with more. Rick knew Morty thought he was being inconspicuous with Evan, but he had seen how close they sat next to each other. He had also seen the two cuddling together on the couch asleep, so there was definitely something happening between the two.
Rick was not fond of the boy dating his grandson, he had killed so many Rick’s and Morty’s, but he did see where he was coming from. He was trying to do his best after hearing about the stories of other Rick’s and how they treated their Morty’s. He did feel bad for Evan, just not bad enough for him to be okay with him being very close with his grandson. But he was sweet to Morty, only smiling around him and getting him gifts from outside the curve. He just didn’t want his grandson to leave him for the curve or hurt him enough for him to turn into an ‘Evil Morty’, though he would probably deserve too.
Morty didn’t want to be in this position even more now. Being close to Rick made him look like he was cowering to others which he didn’t want. Jessica trying to string him along, continuing trying to talk and touch him. His sister and her friends making fun of him every so often, being very loud and boring him. His parents not doing anything, probably passive aggressively talking to each other. Space Beth was there but she wasn’t talking to anyone, just staring at the TV.
He felt uncomfortable and out of place in his own home. He often did. No one really understood him, most thought he was dumb. Even his family did, except for Rick. He saw what was in him and did use it to both their advantage. He was the last standing Prime out there, at least to his knowledge. Rick would say he was too smart for his own good, even for a Prime. He would always ruffle his hair after he would say it too. His parents would never touch him, never hug him, never a kiss on the forehead. Nothing. Morty guessed why that’s why he was so touch starved.
Morty didn’t want to think about that right now. He had much better stuff to think about. Like how he was still bored. Like how he could be doing much better stuff. Like working on pottery in the underground sub-basement. It was one of his passions.
While Morty was thinking about all the different things he could be doing that were better and different ideas for pottery, he heard a portal opening sound. It snapped him out of his thoughts, half expecting Rick to get up into it but the portal was yellow. A sudden rush of elation flooded him as he saw Evan step out the swirl of different yellows.
The boy looked over the crowd of people with his single eye showing, noticing that everyone was looking at him. A few people that he recognized as summer’s friends looked at him in awe, probably because they had only ever seen a green portal with a Rick coming out of it. Beth and Jerry looked at him in a confused state, probably wondering who he was. Space Beth—as he had learned to call her—stared with a hard glare, not enjoying the intruder. Rick looked at him with outraged eyes, both of them not liking each other very much. And then there was Morty, his Morty. He looked thrilled with his sudden appearance, and that’s all Evan needed.
“Wh-what are you doing here, brat?” Rick exclaimed—belching while saying brat—unceremoniously, clearly not exactly overjoyed with Evan currently being in his house.
“Well clearly not for you,” Evan hummed just trying to get a rise out of Rick. Rick grumbled, showing that it was working.
“Eve!” Morty got up and quickly made his way to Evan to hug him around the neck, “What brings you here!” Evan returned the hug immediately, snaking his arms around his waist.
Evan pulled back slightly, “I found something I think you would like while out on an excursion.” He rested one of his hands on Morty’s hip, the other was on the small of his back. Evan took his hand off of his hip, keeping the other in place, and grabbed something out of one of the many pockets and holsters on his pants and belt. It was a medium size jar with some type of alien language on the front.
“I know that you prefer painting your pottery pieces, but I found this glaze in a Synthvalian market outside the curve and thought of you.” Morty took the jar from Evans' hands and opened it. The inside was full of swirls of different colors, speckles of bright, and shadows of dark. It reminded Morty of seeing a galaxy form for the first time.
“It’s–This is beautiful,” Morty gasped without any fanfare, mouth agape.
“That’s why I thought of you,” Evan said matter-of-factly. Morty looked away shyly at the comment. Both of them in their own world, not caring about the astounded looks from others in the room. Morty perked up at the thought of something.
“Wait here, I have something to give you too,” He spewed out as he rushed up the stairs.