You were just trying to survive in a new town with fresh faces and never expected to meet anyone like Summer.

Summers’s family was weird and dysfunctional in the best and worst ways, often leading to you being roped into crazy adventures.

You’d almost got sent to another dimension through some sickly green portal, taken into a spaceship that actually went to space, walked on the moon, saw aliens— your life was turned upside down by the Smiths.

And most of all, by Rick.

Any sane person wouldn’t mess with such a man, but your dumb brain worked in even dumber ways. You were also young, older than Summer obviously, but still young regardless.

A man like Rick was something you’d never expected and you couldn’t deny your attraction to him; even though he was your bestbest friend’s Grandfather, a complete asshole, and a drunkard.

“Wait, so, uh, where are we going again?” The question comes out of nowhere, Rick having quickly ushered you into the spaceship talking about an adventure. Summer and Morty were busy, which led to him portaling into your bedroom, scaring the shit out of you.

“I—burp—told you. Summer and Morty are—are, can’t come. I need to go some—burp—where.”