I sighed heavily, sitting in front of Summer and Morty. We were seated in their living room, me sitting in Jerry's chair while they perched on the floor in front of me.

       "You guys, there's no easy way to say this," I explained. It was really hard for me to look at them right now, to see their reactions. "I just want you to support me in any decision I make, in anything I'm a part of or anything I do or have done, you know?" I glanced down at them cautiously, gaining nods in response.

        "Now, I know we've been over this before. You obviously aren't okay with it, but let's just get straight to the point. I have made my decision on whether or not I'm going to accept that position." I sat up straight in the chair, my hands folded together and my elbows on my knees. Summer stared worriedly, "What are you going to do?"

        "Guys, sometimes we make decisions that are hard on all of us. This is just as hard on me as it is on you, okay? I accepted the position. I'm leaving in two days." 

       Both Summer and Morty instantly looked hurt. The brunet looked almost ready to cry while his sister appeared as though unable to decide which emotion to express. "But.." Summer began, "why? Don't you see by now that we need you here?"

       "It's hard for me to explain, okay? I just... I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I think this will be good for all of us. I need to get away from everything, there's just... there are too many memories in my house alone, too much stuff I need to forget. It's just too much for me, really. I need to move on, need to get away from it all. I don't wanna be a hindrance on your lives anymore, don't want to bring you trouble. Plus, I'm pretty sure your grandfather hates me and it'd be better if I just leave." I finished with a mumble, staring at my hands. 

       "H-He does-doesn't hate you, (Y/N). You.. You go-gotta see that at some point. He just can't hate you, especially with you being the universally paired Rick and (Y/N) for our dimension. That ma-makes it harder on him especially. He t-t-told me, he said you're his, and you're the anomaly, that.. that h-he needed you to s-s-see how sorry he is for doing any of that to you. If you're leaving just because you think he hates you, then don't go. Because h-h-he doe-doesn't. He never could. If that's why you're leaving, (Y/N), please stay," Morty pleaded. "Please, we need you here."

       Summer nodded in agreement. "Yea, and mom loves that you help out around here. She always says you're such a sweetheart for helping out, making dinners and stuff when she's too tired to. And we just need you to stay around, (Y/N). We're trying really hard to show you how much we actually need you to stay here. You gotta understand."

       "Guys, I'm sorry. I really am, okay? But there's just nothing that can change my mind. I need to go do this, because this is my dream. Ever since I was a little girl, ever since I found out about science and how much fun it is to build something for your own personal amusement, ever since I was sent to Catholic school and was forced to hear all the religious lies easily explained by scientific theories that my nine year old brain could comprehend, I've wanted to educate others. I've wanted to be a part of an intellectual group. I never, not ever, thought I would have that opportunity, yet here I stand. I'm almost twenty, and I have the biggest opportunity right in front of me. I can become the President, the leader of this group. I really do appreciate you guys trying to make me stay, I really do. But I think I'm going to take this position. I need to get away from everything, to become who I want to see myself become. I already have so many problems I'm facing right now. And I promise you won't lose me forever. I'll stop by every once in a while, I promise. You're not losing me a hundred percent, and I'm sorry if it seems like that. But sometimes I just need to step away. I'm putting my foot down here, guys. I'm accepting that position. I know it probably hurts to hear, and it hurts me to say it, but I am. I want this in my life. One day you two are each going to be faced with the same dilemma, and you'll be forced to choose between what makes you happy, and what makes others happy. I wanna be happy again. I want to actually be happy again. When I first moved here, I was so damn happy. Now it's just.. dead. If I accept that position, maybe I'll find what makes me happy."

       Morty, at this point, was crying. Summer looked close to it, quickly sniffling before she spoke. "You were happy when you first moved here because that was when you started hanging out with grampa, and I know it. Whatever happened between you two is obviously bad for everybody. I don't know what you're hiding from us, but fine. If you want to go and make yourself happy, then fine. I accept that, but I don't think things will be the same. I know grampa hurt you, and you hurt him. He doesn't hate you, so, really, listen to Morty. If that's the reason you're leaving, then stop. Right now. Because you could walk into his garage and tell him you love him and he'd drop everything. But, if you wanna go to be happy for yourself, then go to be happy. That's what we wanna see, too." Summer began crying as well, wiping at her eyes to no avail.

       "You guys," I leaned further from the chair, "I'm sorry. Really. I don't want you to cry over this. And that's not the only reason I'm leaving. It really isn't. There are bigger issues here that I can't tell any of you. I just need to get out of this area, at the very least. Maybe I'll set something up, and visit every day. Stop by for late night games and the like, you know? I promise it'll all turn out good in the end. And, Summer, thanks for that, but I really don't think that's how it works. Not for him, at least." I stood up and wandered over to the two, pulling each into a teary hug. 

       "I promise," I made my way through their living room, "he's not the reason I'm leaving, but he's the cause of another reason. I'll stop by again, before I leave. We'll hang out for the next two days." I walked from their house, down the small concrete path, and past the open garage. I made my way across the street and into my own house, gathering things up. "Maybe I'll keep the house, somehow, as a sort of storage thing, maybe."

        I walked around, throwing what I would need for my new life into the few suitcases I owned. Jason, when I'd spoken to him, said somebody would come by to grab everything. I was thankful for that, at the very least.

       About an hour into my packing, I heard light, timid knocks on my door. 

       "Rick?" I opened the door, finding the mad scientist himself standing before me. "Uh, hey," he mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "They told me you were leaving soon," he explained.

       "Yea. I am." I stepped away from the door and Rick wandered in, peering around. "So you're already packing up, huh?"

       I shrugged, "I guess. I might keep the house, use it for vacations and stuff, storage mostly." I grabbed the photo frame, the only evidence of my parent's existence, and stared. "Still look like pretty shitty parents to you?" I held the photo up. Rick furrowed his brow before he made an 'oh' face. "Yea," he chuckled softly.

      "Any reason you came over?" I questioned. "Just wanted to see urp if the rumors were true. They weren't very convincing until the water works started up," Rick fessed up. I sighed again, plopping down onto the couch. 

        "I told them I wanna be happy again, I wanna do something for me. I'm almost twenty, and this is probably the biggest opportunity I'm ever gonna get. They sat there, trying to tell me not to leave for so many reasons. I don't get it. I really don't." I groaned in frustration and folded my arms over my middle. "Have you talked to BP recently?" I questioned.

       "All the time." Rick shrugged, drinking from his flask. "He hasn't said anything funny, right? 'Cause I told him I'd kick his ass if he told you, or anybody else."

      Rick chuckled, "Secrets aren't his strong suit." I shrugged, standing again, "I know that. Obviously you haven't made a run for the hills, which means he hasn't said anything." I went about, packing things up some more. 

       It was fairly quiet for five minutes, at the most, while I went around, picking things up. I grabbed the bracelet Rick had given me, going to set it on the entertainment center, and wound up watching it fall. "I don't wanna pick it uuup," I complained. I managed to grab it, feeling light headed when I stood tall again. 

       "Ar- Have you been doin' eugh alright? You've been kinda weird, ever since that, uh, d- urp doctors appointment or whatever." Rick questioned, wandering over to me curiously. I nodded, leaning against the entertainment center for a moment. "Yea, just really light headed." I pushed myself back into a standing position with a sigh before wandering to my kitchen. I grabbed a pack of fruit snacks and sat at the table, remembering how I'd peeled the orange out of spite, from boredom. It had taken a while for me to get around to cleaning that up, and there was a slight stain on the table from the citric acid messing with it for so long. 

       Rick wandered into the kitchen, looking around curiously with his flask still in his hand. "Do you want eugh any help or anythin'?" He questioned. I shook my head, finishing the fruit snacks and standing. "No, but thanks anyway. I'm just gonna take a nap." I wandered into the living room and sat on the couch, flipping the channel to CN and placing the remote near my phone on the nightstand. 

       "Are you sick or something? You urp you're always sleeping, and too tired to do anything anymore." Rick stood in front of me as I laid down on the couch. "No," I mumbled. "I'm just getting lazy, I suppose. Thanks for tryin', though, I guess." I added with a light chuckle. 

       "I'm gonna get back, then. Those two are probably gonna want you to urp stop by often before you leave." Rick headed to the door and I waved, yawning heavily. "Ok. Maybe later. Nap time." Rick shut the door with a light laugh while I happily took a long-needed nap.