You move in a brand new house across from the Smiths. Their son, Morty Smith, goes to the same school you will! You become friends, but will your friendship end up being something more? Or will it cost you both, big time? You're a badass nerd that t...
Morty and I got to the mall after I gave those bitchessomethingtochewon. I can believe that Jessica is friends with those skinny ass crack whores. I just wish I didn't hate Jessica so much, she seems alright. As long as she doesn't do anything with Morty. Like take him away or something crazy like that.
Y/N's POV
I can't believe what those girls were saying. They, they didn't like me, because I was with Morty. Serves them right. I'm not obbsessed, how would you feel if you had your crush at your finger tips? Then, someone broke the distance from your finger tips from him or her and made it even further, putting themselves in between that gap that once was small. That's why I'm so "protective."
Morty and I get to the mall, so many options!
Then I found the perfect dress. I rush Morty into a store with a kind elderly lady working up front.
"That's gorgeous." Morty stares at it in awe.
"I know!" I want to try it on.
I grab the dress and Morty waits for you outside the dressing room.
This dress is perfect.
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I come back out with it on. I feel pretty, passion, pride.
"You.. you..you..you...you..you..you.." Morty kept repeating it.
"Do I look bad?" I raise an eyebrow and do a little spin.
"You...you...you...you...you...you..you." "Morty was staring at me, still not even listening.
"You look a-amazing!" He finally got out.
"Not just amazing, you look really h-hot!" I blushes.
"Y-you think so?" I asked him in doubt.
"I'd never lie to you." He looks at the price tag.
"Why doesn't it have a price?" He asked me.
"It doesn't?" I ask, grabbing the price tag myself.
"I'll be right back okay? I'mma go change back." I kiss him then leave.
He'll be my first kiss, I swear.
I come out of the fitting room with my regular clothes back on.
"D-did you have to change?" He asked me.
"Why?"
"I liked y-you in that dress." He points to it in my hand.
"You'll see me in it soon, plus, dresses aren't the only thing I can rock, may I remind you, you gush all over me in anything I wear." I roll my eyes, hoping this was true and not some tease.
"T-true." He mumbled.
He, he thinks I look hot in everything? I was just kidding! He, he likes me in anything....
"But I like you're p-personality more than you're pretty face." He says.
I was turning such a mad red. I can believe this! AHHHHHHHH (Processes to internally scream.)
"Y/N, Y/N!!" He waves his hand in front of mine.
"You think I'm pretty!" I teased.
"Y-yes." He stuttered.
"Come here you!" I give him a big bear hug and drown him in kisses.
"Y/N w-we are in public." He whispered laughing.
"And I care because?" I proceed to give him a few more kisses then let go.
He turns such a bright red, you can't even tell it was Morty's Face.
"I hate y-you." He gives me a single kiss. "I hate you more." I grab his hand.
We get to the woman running the front.
"Hello beautiful!" She says. "Hello to you too gorgeous." I wink. "My, my aren't you such a charmer.?" She smiles. "You're lucky to have such a sweet girl like her." She says to Morty. "Indeed I a-am." Morty replys.
"You youngster going to a dance?" She sweetly asked.
"Yes Ma'am." Morty said. "You taking this lovely lady with you as your date?" She asked. "As a matter of f-fact, I am, happily am." Morty smiled.
"Then it's free." She said. "W-what is what free?" I ask her.
"You heard me, the dress is free." She smiled.
"Not that many people come into my store like the way I see you two, you've been nice to me, even if I'm old, and you both seem like you would do anything for each other." She grabs the tag on the dress and rips it off.
"Free." She hand me the dress. "I can't take this from you." I told her. "Thing of it as, a gift, from one wise sweet woman to another." She winks.
"T-thank you, so much!" I climb over the countertop and hug her tight.
"Have fun with..." She points to Morty. "Morty." He says. "Y/N" I say pointing to myself.
"Have fun with Morty, Y/N. Morty, be kind to Y/N, consider her as a gift from heaven, an angel in disguise." She hugs back.
"T-thank you.." Morty says. "Helen, but you guys can call me Grammy."
"T-thank you G-grammy!" I climb over the countertop and join Y/N in hugging her.
"Of course sweetie." She hugged us both tight.
"Now go! Get some makeup, shoes, a tuxedo!" She shouted.
"Yeah Grammy." We nodded and left.
Morty bought me some make up, I feel guilty for letting him buy stuff for me, but he insisted.
"NOO, Y/N, I told you, get whatever you want!" He whined.
"B-but..."
"No buts, only buys." He scolded.
"Fine. But just know that I hate this." I smile.
"Yeah, I hate this too, you're not buying anything, I'm getting bored." He chuckled.
"Fine! Then I'll leave your ass here!" I pull out my portal gun, I took it with me, I'm not leaving with it.
"I'm joking." He cried.
"Yeah, yeah." I pinch his cheek soft.
"I hate you." I told him "Not as much as I hate you. Y-you disgust me!" He laughed.
"Some friend you are." I punch his shoulder.
"Just s-shut up and give me your hand." He took my hand.
"Ooo, clingy!" I said.
"YOU ALWAYS SAY IM CLINGY!" He shouted.
"BECAUSE YOU ARE!" I shout back, laughing my ass off.
People smile at us, knowing we were just kids, and its human nature to argue, or jokingly argue.
We bought Morty a comfortable casual suit, and matching shoes for his suit and for my dress.
