Author's Note: Okay, some of you may be thinking, 'Why is she writing this? Shouldn't she be working on her stories?' Well, I must say that the outstanding writing of DaydreamXFile in her one-shot The Gentle has inspired me to write a cutesy one-shot also!
Summary: Melina is nervous on how to tell Raphael she loves him.
Raphael is my best friend. At least, he's supposed to be. I don't know what's happened to him and I, we used to do everything together. Actually, I shouldn't say that I don't know because I know very well what happened between him and me:
I fell in love with him.
Crazy, right? Falling in love with your best friend, nevertheless a mutant ninja turtle? No matter how insane or warped it may seem, my hopeless heart found a way.
So as of now I sit here and pretend to be hugely engrossed in my book, while Raphael lounges lazily and flips through the channels on the television. His red bandanna tails hang carelessly over the back of the lumpy brown couch as he frowns at the abundance of unappealing shows. Thus, he clicks the channel button on the remote even harder, annoying the living daylights out of me.
"Stop that." I commanded from behind the typed pages of my book. The channel flipping stops.
It's ridiculous how his and I's relationship has gotten. Now the only few sentences we speak to each other are things like, "Could you pass the salt?" or "Hi." Or even "Stop that." We never talk anymore! The fact that we never talk is driving me insane, but I know that if I talk to him, I won't make the jokes I used to with him and then he'll wonder what's up with me and then he might figure it out! The very mere thought of that scenario pumps my heart rate up through the roof and I have to meditate deeply for a couple of hours just to get it back to normal.
"What's da matter wit' ya, Melina? Ya seem kinda… Distant." He questioned, his intense eyes gazing into my frightened ones.
"Yer afraid?" He whispered incredulously, reading my expression like the book in my hands.
"No." I replied quickly, knowing that was never going to be believable. His nonexistent eyebrow cocked and he tilted his head toward me, as if to say "You can tell me."
Tell him Melina. Tell him that-
"I love you." I blurted out, unable to control my nervous voice anymore. Now even more frightened than ever, I began to ramble.
"I mean, I really really like you. I'm not sure if it's love because I've never felt this way and I don't like those sappy romance novels and you don't either, which is another thing we have in common because you see I think this is love because I feel something in my chest whenever you look at me and it feels similar to something like my heart is dancing the Can Can and when you say something, it can be anything it doesn't have to be directed at me, I feel like I'm on the top of the world and I want to believe that you feel this same way but there's no way of knowing cause I mean, I'm Melina and you're Raph and there's no way for me to get inside your head unless I suddenly get Nicole's powers or something or you tell me, and I-"
"Melina, stop." Raphael commands me by placing his large green hand over my trembling pale one. His chocolate eyes dance with amusement and affection. He grasps my other hand with both of his and moves forward to tell me his secret:
"I love you too."