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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 1 year

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Morty was frustrated. He really wanted to write that assignment, he needed a good grade to avoid failing, but his computer had different ideas. The screen was vibrating, it was literally dying in front of his eyes.

"C-come on, s-sweetheart," he mumbled. "D-d-d-don't do this t-to me."

He sighed, when the screen turned black, biting back the scream that wanted to escape from his throat. That was the moment when he gave his thanks for his grandpa, who, for all intents and purposes, taught him how to fix machines. Morty knew it wasn't Rick's goal, but one could only spend a few months with the smartest man in the universe before learning about everything Rick was doing.

"O-okay. I can d-do it. I'll be g-gentle, y-you won't even f-feel me there. H-hopefully."

The computer was silent, and Morty could feel its judgment. It was kind of a relief, Morty was doing his best under the pressure of Rick's judgemental stare.

"F-first time f-for y-y-you? D-don't worry, it's mine too! M-maybe w-we should just s-start with small? J-just opening you u-up a little for m-me. J-just to l-l-look at you."

He swallowed. He could do it. He actually understood what could have been the problem (there was a contact issue). "Ah, y-you are so good f-for me. I k-knew you c-could do it. W-we could do it! W-we are a great p-pair, you and I!"

"A-alright, I'm a-already there. I'm- Oh! R-right there!"

He shifted in his seat, changing position as his legs were falling asleep. He swung them a bit to get blood into them, but he swung it too much, hitting the desk leg, bruising his toes. "O-o-oh fuck! O-ow, that- fuck!"

Before he could finish his screaming, his door burst open, hitting the wall with a bang.

"Mo-urp-ty!" Rick growled, as Morty turned around, just to see Rick in the doorway, his gun in his hand, glaring around the room.

"R-Rick! I-i-it's not the best time f-for a n-new adventure!" Morty pouted, hoping his extra cute look would soften his grandfather. He practiced it extra hard - his teachers were all melting at the sight.

But his granddad was always made of harder stuff; Rick just continued to glare, his eyes taking in every corner in the room.

"Y-yo-urp-u yelled," he accused, narrowing his eyes suspiciously, looking Morty over from head to toe and back. It was scorching, and it did something to Morty's inside. It felt like Rick was undressing him with his eyes, looking underneath his clothes, searching for something only he knew what.

He blushed, letting out a fake laugh he said, "O-o-oh, t-that… I-I-I just stubbed m-my toe."

Rick frowned at him, once again glancing around the room. "Hn. A-are you alone?"

"Y-y-yes! W-why? I-I was just writing a-an assignment," Morty smiled awkwardly.

Rick glared again, as if he thought Morty was lying, then left the room without an additional word, not even bothering to close the door.

"Uh… G-good talk?" Morty mumbled, sitting back to his table, but it didn't leave his mind. Rick's eyes… his behavior…

Was he-

Was he jealous?!

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philsdesktopcomputer · 7 years

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Early morning starbucks

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Dan's pov

Lately I've been having trouble sleeping. My nights consist not of peaceful slumber, but of tired thrashing. My eyes burn and for some reason I am unable keep them closed for more than an hour at a time.

I know the looks of my ceiling like the back of my own hand. I've memorized the way shadows move across it as the dark night hours transform into early morning light.

No matter how hard I try. I just can't fall asleep.

Insomnia. That's what the doctor called it. I am an diagnosed insomniac.

3:37 is the number that flashes on my cheep alarm clock, an item that is virtually useless considering I use my phone alarm. I sigh and pull the covers from my body, twisting on the mattress till I am standing. Through my tired haze I'm able to stumble down the stairs and warm up a glass of milk.

I have tried everything. Sleeping pills and cold medicine alike practically knock me out for days at a time- so I try to only take them when I am desperate and I don't have anything that I need to do. But I have class tomorrow and I'm trying really hard to keep my grades up.

I pour the white liquid into a mug and pop it into the microwave. One minute later I sit cross legged on the couch, some random tv show playing quietly. I sip at the warm liquid and try to convince my mind that it wants to sleep.

No such luck.

I'm still blankly staring at the tv one hour later.

After a long internal debate, I decide to make a quick trip to Starbucks. There's no way I'm going to sleep now and I have class in 5ish hours.. might as well attempt to un-zombiefy myself.

Besides I am an adult and there's no one here right now to tell me no.

I smile to myself and grab my absent roommates car keys. He's staying at his girlfriend's house right now and he'll never know.

•*•*•*•

The second I step into the small street corner coffee shop my nose fills with the strong scent of coffee. The Starbucks is empty, take away the attractive slightly older guy sitting at the counter typing something on his computer.

"Um... hello can I order?" I ask shyly once I reach the counter.

The man's head snaps up and my breath instantly leaves my body when his blue eyes catch mine. Beautiful. A shade of blue that prods at the soul, mesmerizes you and pulls you into its depth. If I were in some cliche teen movie about kissing in the rain and crap, I would probably compare their blue to that of the ocean. The way they seemingly move in waves and stir with emotion. Dang.

"Yeah go ahead, sorry, I don't get that many customers at 4 am."

I blink a couple of times, bringing myself back to reality. No, Dan, you cannot just fantasize about some random guys eyes. He's likely not even gay. Besides it's not like he'd be attracted to you of he where. I smile and pretend that I wasn't just admiring his beauty, and then mentally beating myself up for doing so.

I place my order, a simple caramel coffee, and with a smile he prepares it. "So, if you don't mind, may I ask what you're doing in Starbucks at 4am?" Great. He's chatty. Not that I'm complaining, his voice is lovely. A type of voice that a school girl would probably fawn over. "I just have trouble sleeping, and was board." He finishes my coffee and hands it to me, "You could't sleep so you decided to get coffee?" I roll my eyes and take a sip of the coffee. "Don't judge my life choices."

He laughs, lightly, and I decide that this will not be the last time I visit this small, 24 hour Starbucks.

.*.*.*.*.

A mere two days later I find myself stepping into the small, warm coffee shop.

I also find myself hoping that blue eyes'll be there.

And sure enough he is.

"Hey- dan was it?"

"Yeah t-that's my name" I stutter awkwardly. Great going Dan.

He giggles and proceeds to take my order, which happens to be the same thing that I ordered a couple days ago.

"So," he playfully says as he hands over the warm drink, "couldn't sleep again?" I laugh and pull out my wallet , quickly passing him the money, lightning shooting across my skin when our fingers brush.

"Yeah... I can' sleep well most nights."

"Oh," my breath hitches as we make eye contact "Well you can always come and hang out with me here. Wait that sounded really creepy... what i was meant was, like y-you could like hang out and get and coffee and stuff and like-"

"No it's okay..." My eyes travel briefly to his name tag his name tag "Phil. I know what you meant." We share a laugh and continue to talk.

With every sentence we exchange I can physically feel ("pheel" for all you die hard phannies out there) a crush on him growing. A small spark igniting in my chest every time he laughs, every time our eyes meet.

"You're brother really did that?!"

"Yeah I know!"

We've been talking for an hour when i finally realize what time it is, a glance down at my phone screen displaying a bright 5. "Hey sorry to cut you short, but I'm suppose to meet my friend for some sort of workout thing she's doing to try to get me healthy, in like twenty minutes." I nervously say, my intense fear of sounding rude making it come out stuttered and way faster than I meant.

He laughs, light shining in his eyes, and suddenly I just want to protect him. He has such a beautiful smile...

I shake off these feelings as a walk out of the coffee shop, trying as hard as i can to suppress the light curving of my lips.

.*.*.*.*.

"You're most definitely in love!" Louise exclaims the second I finish telling her about Phil and our conversation. We're jogging down a relatively deserted sidewalk, her in fancy athletic wear- she does this every other morning- and me in sweatpants and an old tee shirt- this is the first time I've exercised in literal years. "What!" I say back instantly, "That's not possible! I just met him!"

Louise rolls her eyes and speeds up her jogging speed. I scoff and attempt to catch up, failing miserably.

"Loouuiisse, waait" I whine when I can't seem to match her pace.

She laughs and slows slightly to jog next to me again.

We jog the next 10 minutes back to my apartment in silence. The air filled with only the sounds of our heavy breathing and feet hitting the cement.

When we finally reach my home, I go to unlock my door, glancing over my shoulder to say bye.

Right as I'm closing the door Louise yells something that i almost don't catch through the crack.

"You're in love Daniel don't deny it!"

I roll my eyes and finish closing the door. I love her, but sometimes she can be stubborn.

.*.*.*.*.

The next time i see Phil is a week later. I had been assigned a very large essay and spent all my time working on that. I had been missing Phil, for some reason, considering the fact that I've talked to him about two whole times.

I mentally roll my eyes at myself and push open the the glass doors, instantly being hit with the heavy and comforting scent of coffee.

My heart stops when I realize Phil isn't, infact, siting behind the counter.

I blink and shake my head out of the crushing wave of disappointment.

Walking up to the counter I smile shakily at the woman sitting there.

"Hello sir, what can I get for you?"

"Uhh... I'll have a caramel coffee please."

Her face lights up in a smile "AHHH! You must be Dan!"

Confusion sets in on my features. "H-how do you know my name??"

She laughs, and turns to start my coffee. I stand in the suspension shes left me in for over a minute.

She turns, handing me the warm cardboard cup. "Phil talks about you all the time," My confused stare must've shown off more than i thought it would, as she continues, "The day he met you he called me and literally talked my ear off, it happened again that time you two actually had a conversation. He's head over heels and won't shut up about it."

"I-I.. Uhh," I stutter out, "Well, uh, you can tell him i, uh, like him as well," I blush and look down at my coffee. When she doesn't respond i look up to see her looking at something over my shoulder. I turn to see Phil, eyes wide, much like a deer caught in head lights. I sputter, as he's close enough to have most definitely have heard me.

"Ummm hi," I cautiously raise my hand in an awkward wave, his sunshine of smile ghosts over his lips in reply.

His blue eyes roam the empty dinning area, almost in search of something to say. Finally after an eternity of waiting he makes eye contact again. "Dan, uh, can I uh talk to you outside, please?"

I lightly set my drink on the counter and nod my head, following him out through the doors into the early morning light. "You're not a murderer, right?" I joke, he laughs in reply and turns to look at me, "No, I don't wan't to murder you I just want to kiss you."

"W-What?" It's then that I notice how close we actually are, only a few inches of space between our two bodies. "I- Uh, can I kiss you, Dan?"

I feel the corners of my lips pull upwards, our eyes lock and we seem to subconsciously step closer together, both the space and our eyes closing slowly.

"No,"

His eyes shoot open in panic , and he goes to pull away, but I grab his arms, laughter bubbling out of my throat. "I'm sorry i must've read this all wrong oh my god i am..." I cut him off by pressing my lips to his, my hands spread on hid chest, and his cautiously touching my waist.

We break away a mere seconds later, Phil staring at me with a baffled look, "But i thought you said.."

" I was kidding you dufus."

"Oh,"

The sun rises and the street busies but we don't notice as we're to busy kissing and distracting each other with sweet words.

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