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I watch April as she applies her makeup. She looks at the mirror with 100% concentration as she uses the small pencil to create a thin, black wing. Her bright green eyes are wide and shinning. She's wearing a long black dress and her chocolate brown hair has been curled. A few strands have been pinned tot he back of her head with a a silver butterfly pin.
She looks beautiful. But of course, she always has.
I watch her in daze. How could someone so beautiful be single? Does she like someone who possibly doesn't like her back? If that's the case, then the lucky man who has won her heart is a complete asshole. Anyone who doesn't recognize her beauty deserves a beat down.
Her appearance isn't the only thing that is beautiful. Her personality is, too.
She's so kind. She always has a smile on her face. She forces a smile onto my face.
And I think it's kind of scary actually, to find someone who so effortlessly can make you smile, even when you have as much anger as I do. Even when you try your absolute hardest to fight that smile.
"What are you doin' down here?" I ask her rudely. I couldn't stand the silence between us, so I broke it. And, me being bad at being nice, broke it with a rude question.
April jumps from being startled. "Oh my god! Raphael! You scared the hell outta me!" She takes a second to reassemble herself and I try my hardest to hold back a smirk. "Um, the pipes broke at my apartment building and Leonardo said I could come down here." Oh so now Leo's talkin' to her?
"So, what's up with ball gown, Cinderella?" I ask her, referring to the dress.
"I'm going to a business dinner. It's not for another hour and a half but I didn't know how long it'd take me to get ready." April explains. I nod in understanding. "So.. What do you think?" She spins in a circle.
Her dress has to sleeves and it dips down in the back. Her curls fly as she twirls. Her eyes shine.
She stops again, looking up at me with her magnificent smile.
I think you look beautiful, I want to say. You're going to make a man very happy one day, I want to say. I wish I was that man, I want to say. Will you be mine, I want to say.
I love you, I want to say.
"Not bad." I say. I hold back my feelings towards her.
She tilts her head to the right, looking up at me with a half smile. Her look explains that she is trying to figure something out. That she is trying to read me. I put on a strait face, eager to keep my emotions to myself.
"Do you wanna go hang out?" The question startles me and I take a step back.
"Where at?" Obviously I can't go anywhere, considering the fact that I'm a mutant turtle.
"On the roof tops. Just for a little while until I have to go to the dinner-party." April looks up at me with a wanting for fun.
"Fine. Let's go." I swear, if anyone else would've asked me, I would've turned them down in a snap. But I can't do that to April.
She grabs her small hand bag and then..
My hand.
She laces her fingers with mine and drags me through the tunnels of the sewer.
My heart races as we walk together, my head swarming with millions of questions.
Why is she holding me hand? Why did she ask me to come to the roof tops with her? What are we going to do? Does she have something planned? Does she like me? Does she love me? Do I warm her heart like she warms mine?
No. She doesn't like me. I'm a monster. I'm hideous.
Why would she like me when she could have Vern? Or Mikey?
Answer: She wouldn't.
I look down at her. Her eyes are focused on the path ahead. I bite my tooth pick, trying to hold back the words my mouth begs to say.
I love you, April.
We approach a manhole cover and she lets go of my hand, pushing the cover out of its hole. We both climb up the ladder, her in front of me.
She gives me her hand, offering to help me up. I take it without a moment of hesitation.
My grip on her hand is firm, even after I am up on my feet.
My free hand wanders up to April's cheek, caressing it.
I curse myself for my actions. Now she's gonna think I'm weird. And she's gonna wanna leave.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
But she doesn't.
She leans her face into my hand. She looks up at me with wide, unreadable, green eyes. I look right back down at her.
She's beautiful.
She's stunning.
Her voice is alluring.
Her eyes are shining.
I want her to be mine.
I love her.
We are only inches apart.
Our faces are only a short distance apart from each other. My body is bent, here is strait. She stands on the tips of her toes. She rests her arms around my neck. I slip mind down to her thin, skinny waist. And suddenly, her eyes are readable.
They show love.
Does she love me?
Is it possible?
"April.." I begin quietly.
"Shut up and kiss me, Raphael." I smirk down at her and her smart mouth.
"Can do."
I lean into her, my large lips meeting her small ones.
Beautiful.
Our lips move swiftly against each other.
Indescribable.
She tastes as good as she smells.
I won't ever let go.
I lift her up with my strong arms. I hold her bridal style in my arms. Her lips never leave mine.
"Who's back there!" A voice shouts from the other side of the alleyway.
I immediately put April down and we both slip into the shadows. I place a finger to my lips. She rolls her eyes at me.
I smirk.
The silhouette moves, leaving us alone again.
Me and April both look at each other, letting out a laugh.
"Come on, we should go to the rooftops. We'll have more privacy there." April points out.
We scale the fire escape's, leading up to the roof.
April gets to the top first, looking out at the city around us. She stands, on the opposite side of the building. Her back is turned to me.
I smile at her.
I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist from behind.
"So what do you wanna do?" I ask her.
The city around us is beautiful. The street lights are on. The buildings are lit up.
And I'm with April.
"I think I have an idea." She slips out of my grasp and reaches for her small hand bag, which lays on the floor of the cement roof. I watch as she takes out her phone.
"We gonna play bandy crush?" I ask sarcastically.
April chuckles. "No. We're going to dance."
"Dance?" I ask in disbelief.
A song comes on.
The Only Exception. By Paramore.
April approaches me. She places my hands on her waist, hers at my neck.
We move in simple circles, our eyes never leaving each other.
Me and April dance for hours. The same song playing, over and over again. Her eyes melting me, over and over again.
Me Loving her.
Over and over again.
So what do you think? Should I keep it a one shot or turn it into a story? Please let me know in the reviews!