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The day was hot, with a light muck of humidity in the air that dragged at your lungs as you rode your skateboard down the sidewalk. It was like any other July in your opinion. Linkin Park was blasting in your eardrums, making you oblivious to most of your surroundings. Currently, you were on your way home from your "Usual Smoke Session" which mostly was you just going down to the drain field and smoking whatever burnt hash you found in the ashtray in your mother's room.
With a much clearer mind, you approach the door of your home, twisting the handle you swing the door open without care. Tilting your head to pop out your earbuds while kicking your board into your hand as you cleared the entrance room into the kitchen. "I'm Home!" you shout to the dead-silent house. Dropping the bag you had lugged over your shoulder and the chipped and beat-up skateboard on top in the corner of the kitchen. Jerry enters the kitchen. "Heey, I thought I heard you shout, where have you been?" he says. Upon seeing you. "Out, met with a friend." you lied to your father as you made yourself a bowl of Lucky Charms. "Not a boy... right?" Jerry asked with a squint in his eye. It made you smile for a moment but you swiftly answered your father. "No dad, no boys.." I finished pouring the milk into my bowl. "See you later, Cram School Work." you grabbed your bowl and retreated up the stairs. "Future Doctor!' Jerry shouted joyously at you.
Your room was dark like normal, you kept the blinds shut always. With the swiftest motion, you slid into your rolley chair positioned in front of your computer. Shoveling a spoonful of cereal into your mouth you opened your browser. There was a list of recently searched texts when hovering over the search bar.
[How to build plasma extruder]
[How to build Potral Gun]
[How to harness Quantum Tunneling]
[How to link brainwaves to external machine, no wires, no bluetooth.]
Every Search rendered itself hopeless, why would you be looking this up on a public search engine when you have a super mastermind living your your garage? Because there's no way in hell you're asking someone who can barely look you in the eye, let alone ever speak to you, for help. Not only that but you've heard enough of what he's like from Summer and Morty and you don't want to get wrapped up in anything; Stupid or Dangerous alike. You've been studying for about an hour now everything that you could possibly think would lead you down a rabbit hole of information that'll deem itself more useful.
A knock came at your door, and the bowl of cereal empty sat on the edge of your desk. "It's unlocked," you mentioned to the person on the other side of the door. The creak of the door could be heard but you never removed your eyes from your computer screen. "h-hey.." a timid voice could be heard at the edge of the door frame. "Hey." I briefly move my eyes to address the young boy standing at the door, that young boy being your younger brother Morty. "Can I ask a favor? Aah, jeez.. this is embarrassing ." Morty mumbled the last bit of his sentence to himself. "Sure, but you'll owe me." I say, exiting the tabs on my computer I swivel the chair to face Morty. "aww! What happened to doing kind things for your siblings?" he whined to you but you could see through his facade. "funny story, yeah I don't function like that." I chuckled at him. "Fine, Can you help me get a date with Jessica? since you two are friends," he asked in defeat. I sucked some air in, my face contorting in thought. "I mean, I can but like even if I get you a date you'll still have to impress her yourself," I said, a finger resting on my chin. "I've already got that covered! just need the date!" Morty had a gleam of excitement in his eyes when he saw you debating taking up his favor. "Fine, deal. I'll get you the date but you're on call for my favor." I said as I pulled my phone out. "Deal!" Morty does an air fist pump before running off to god knows where.
Morty Left the goddamn door open again, lifting my lazy self from the chair I walk to the door with my face buried in my phone. I just sent Jessica a text to meet me tomorrow at Kreamie'z Custard. With my face still fully engulfed in my phone, I reach for the handle and promptly shut the door only to feel something stop it from closing. "huh?" I look from my phone to see what's stopping the door from shutting. Seeing a foot wedge itself between the door and the wall. "You kids and your damn phones, I was standing right here.." a husky and slurred voice chimes from behind the door.
'The fuck could this idiot need?' I thought to myself.
"Sorry Grandpa Rick, is there something you need?" I look up to the tall lanky man towering before me. "Explain this.." He was short and to the point, shoving a report card that I had discarded from the week prior. "You hid this well, by the way," he added with a sarcastic tone. There was no surprise in your face just a mild amount of annoyance. "What about it?" I asked. he rubbed his temples for a moment with a quick gruff sigh. "I'm not *brrp* doing this.. your mother is demanding I tutor you until these grades get up." he crumbled up the report card once more and threw it behind him. "Thanks, But no thanks." I went to shut the door in his face just for it to be blocked by his foot once more. "I *brrp* don't want to do this as much as you do sweetheart, last thing I want to do is *brrp* babysit someone who can barely get above a D." he continued, this agitated you further, this was only going to get in the way of not only your personal life but your research. "We start tomorrow after dinner.." with a belch "No bullshit about it either, makes it worse for both of us; trust me." Rick removed his foot from the door and was gone in a green flash out of your view. The door was shut with haste.
Great now your mother is trying to ruin your life, if she was going to be as distant as she was she could keep to her damn self. She is worse than Rick when it comes to being neglectful but Rick has a reason, he's been absent your whole life. Your mother on the other hand gave literal birth to you and she can't even bat an eye in your direction. You know deep down she sees you as nothing but a mistake of the night. Sometimes you question why she even decided to have you in the first place. 'It's not like I hate my life' you tell yourself almost constantly but you've never left the state of anhedonia. The only time you feel good is when a substance is fueling your body or when creating things in your room. Thankfully people are so removed from you; you've been able to make a lot nothing useful but robots and lots of trojan viruses.
Groaning loudly you threw yourself in bed, you're even more excited to see Jessica tomorrow so that you can talk to her about what you think you should do to get Rick off your dick as quickly as possible. Jessica was always there to listen to your woes even if sometimes she didn't understand what you were talking about.