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Random little goofy fanfic

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Rick tapped his foot impatiently. Fiddleford was taking FOREVER to 'make sure his house was safe.' Who the hell would even WANT to break in little Fiddlenerd's house?! All it had was dozens and dozens of robot blueprints.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP, W-WON'T YOU!?" His voice echoed loudly throughout the huge mansion.

"LET ME FINISH MAKIN' SURE IT'S SAFE! BE PATIENT YOU OLD BABOON!"

"YOU'RE OLDER THAN- THAN ME YOU FUCKHEAD!" Rick grumbled, looking around the place. He didn't know how Fiddleford got this big house; all he knew was that Fiddleford had money now. He was actually SOFISTICATED. Well, kind of.

Fiddleford walked up to the windows in the front closing them and walking right past Rick as he did. He was wearing a floral button-up and some grey shorts. Rick, on the other hand, had changed outfits for once. He had on a hoodie (which was previously Stan's) along with some sweatpants. It wasn't much, but Rick didn't have much of a closet to pick from.

"Come o-on Fiddlenerd." Fidds grumbled. "That's not mah name, stop callin' me it!" Rick chuckled. "Mhm. Once you tell your p-precious ass boyfriend to lay off me."

Fiddleford mumbled something under his breath, grabbing keys off of a table and walking out the HUGE gate doors. Inside the worn-down van, the old hill-billy climbed into the driver seat. "God.. Why did we have- have to leave so goddamn e-early.." The sun just barely peeked off of the landscape. The sky was still incredible an inky black, though the parts around the peek-a-boo playing sun with dazzled with yellows, orange, and a bit of pink. The old van made a *vr..vroOM VROOM* noise, as Fidds had just started it up. "Buckle up, buckaroo. It's gonna be some hours before we get there."

They were heading to the docks over near the ocean since Ford and Stanley were finally gonna come back! Rick had not kissed Lee or fucked with Ford in so long is was almost starting to drive him insane. Sure, he had done other things, but not quite as satisfactory as hearing Ford yell angry threats and curses at him as he fucked his twin. Got a difference than just getting yelled at. It's the purpose that matters.

Rick snored softly, curling into the blanket a bit more. It was nearing the end of may, but they were in Oregon, so it was still as cold as hell.

Rick jerked awake, sitting up on the bench seat that was partially hidden from the driver's seat. "How much- How much longer we got?" Fiddleford jumped at the sound of Rick's voice.

"We're about halfway through.. At our next stop we should switch. I'm tired of drivin' this beat up thing!" Rick yawned, stretching. "Right.." Rick climbed up into the passenger seat, looking up at the sun, which was now complete above the landscape, shining brightly across the land.

Rick took a second to appreciate the job did on this old van. It didn't run very good anymore, but he had painted the inside a mint-leafy green color. There was a few figures upon the dashboard, dancing and waving from the sun. He had also painted the dashboard a nice light grey with a few patches of the green. Along with that, there was flowers and plants painted all along it. It was.. Quite nice to look at.

The van screeched to a stop, and Rick looked out the window to see an old hotel. They popped inside, grabbed some food from the buffet and went to the bathroom. Rick opened the glass door, walking back outside.

"Ey Fiddlenerd.. Are you nervous to-to see Ford?" Fiddleford sighed, walking up to the van. "A bit.. Before we left, my hunny and I.. Kinda had a fight?" He opened the van door, hopping into the backseat bench. "I'm gonna take a nap. Wake me up when we're close."

They had been driving through dense woods for the most part, but soon, the heavily dense woods opened up into a beach, A road running a bit away from it. "FI-UUUGHHHH-DDS!" he yelled. Fiddleford jerked awake.

"Gosh, whaddya want now?!" Rick pointed out the window to see an almost endless beach. There was parking lot a bit away from the dock, so Rick swiftly pulled into a spot, practically jumping out of the van. He started walking over to the dock, A tired Fiddleford following. Rick ran up to the dock, although no one was there yet. He shrugged, sitting down on the old wooden planks that they called a dock. Fiddleford sat down next to him, his arms crossed.

They waited.. And waited… and waited.. But no boat ever showed up.

Rick looked around to see another dock about a mile away with… the Stan O' War! "Fiddlenerd, comon! I ssssee them!" Fiddleford looked over to where Rick was, almost instantly standing up and running as fast as he could.

Rick did the same, running all the way over to the other dock. He huffed and panted, but when he arrived, Stan went over, hugging him tightly. Rick hugged him back, heaving himself off the ground and wrapping his stick legs around Stan's middle. Rick looked over to see Ford and Fiddlenerd hugging tightly. Ford's face seemed to be red, but his attention was focused back onto Stan when he started kissing Rick's cheeks and neck. Rick grabbed Stan's chin, pushing him into his own face to kiss him. No words were exchanged from Stan to Rick during this, surprisingly. Fiddlenerd and Stanford though? They talked WAY too much for their own good. Rick and Stan kissed for a long time, Rick grabbing onto his partner a bit tighter. Once he backed off, he laid his head onto Stan's shoulder. "I will never admit too saying this.. But.. I really- I really did miss you, Lee." It felt good saying Stan's old nickname again. The shorter man smiled back. "Sappy asshat." He mumbled, digging his head into Rick's chest. Nothing mattered anymore. They were together, and nothing could stop them.