Being as quiet as they could, the teenaged turtles snuck up to the surface in the middle of the night. They were heading to Central Park to play. When they arrived, they began to play tag. They had been playing for 15 minutes when they heard a scream. Immediately, they hid in an oak tree and waited. When four girls, two blondes with blue eyes, a brunette with brown eyes, and a redhead with brown eyes ran by, chased by six guys, they jumped down and defeated the guys. The four girls stopped and stared at their saviors.
"Y-you're turtles," one of the blondes stammered. The young turtles started to leave but the tallest blonde called out, "Wait! Thank you for saving us. W-were you playing before?" They nodded.
"We were playing tag," the turtle in blue said. "If you're not afraid, you can play with us if you want."
The redhead looked at them in confusion. "Why would we be afraid of you, especially when you saved us?" she asked.
"Well, we aren't exactly what you would call normal," the red turtle said, "I mean, we are giant, talking turtles. Doesn't that freak you out a bit?"
"No," the redhead said, "You could be a freaking pink Martian, and I wouldn't care."
"So, you're ok playing with us?" the orange-banded turtle asked cautiously, but it was obvious he was trying to contain his enthusiasm.
"Of course!" said the smallest blonde, jumping up and down, "And guess what?"
"What?" The turtles asked.
She tapped the one in orange and said, "YOU'RE IT!" and took off with everyone.
". . . . ."
"HEY!" he yelled, and ran after them. They played, laughed and chased each other around for an hour before heading to their own homes. But they kept meeting at the park every three days, until one day the had to move away. They said goodbye and left, but not before promising they would meet again.
FIVE YEARS LATER:
THE TURTLES POV:
The turtles had never forgotten the girls, always wondering if they were safe and when they would see them again. They were able to go up to the surface now for daily patrols, but they always felt that something was missing. . . .
THE GIRLS POV:
They were excited because they were finally returning to New York City. They couldn't wait to see the turtles, who had been on the girls' minds every day, waiting for the day they could see them again, and hoping they were ok. They never found out the turtles' names but already felt a special connection with them. . . .