(A/N): I have to ask that you excuse any mistakes in this fic. I was extremely tired when I wrote it. So please PM me about any mistakes you see and I'll fix it. I at least skimmed over it, I wanted to wait to post this, but I worked hard on it (I hope that believable while reading this) Please review!
Disclaimer: TMNT is not mine, but all OC are property of yours truly. ;-)
"Trinity! Trinity don't do this!" A eighteen year old girl with long, blonde hair was trying her best to keep up with her best friend as she stormed down the sidewalk, carelessly pushing past people and ignoring their complaints as she made her way to the pizza shop at the corner. Finally the blonde girl caught up with her and grabbed her arm, pulling her into a nearby ally and shoving her against the wall.
"Would, you please just stop being so stubborn for a second and listen to me!" She yelled breathlessly, and sternly. Her blue-green eyes glared at her friend through her wireframe glasses, as she struggled to keep her from storming off again, which she was doing a surprisingly good job off given how exhausted and petite she was.
Trinity rolls her dark green eyes and stares down at her friend Lana, who was giving her a look that resembled the one her mother used to give her when she snuck sweets before dinnertime as a child. It was taking everything she had not to shove her off at that very moment.
"Okay," Lana started out in a cautious voice. "I know you're upset right now but-
"Upset? Upset?! Lana, I just found out that my boss fired me, and for no reason what so ever!"
Lana snorted and said, "No reason whatsoever? He fired you because you cursed out a customer for under-paying you!" Lana shot back.
Trinity opened her mouth to speak in her defense, but no words same out. She opened again only to sputter and find it closed again. "Ugh! The man only gave me a $11.25, his pizza cost $12.50"
"I know Trinity but you know the number one rule in the fast food business. "The customer is always right, even when he's not!"" Lana stated.
"Well, that is a very stupid rule! Now let me go, I need to talk to Tony!" Trinity said as she finally shoved the blonde girl off. She stormed out of the ally way and marched down the street to the corner where the well-known pizzeria, Tony's, had stood for the past ten years. She took a deep breath and yanked the door open, causing the bells on the top of the frame to sway. She stepped into the eatery, and her eyes scanned to red and white room for her former boss.
She saw sever walk past her and grabbed him by the collar causing to drop the tray of water he was carrying to a nearby table. "Where's Tony?" She demanded ignoring the puddle of water that had spilled onto her yellow flats, as well as the wide-eyed she was getting the customers, who had ceased their previous conversations and turned all of their attention to her. At that very moment, Lana had just entered the restaurant and upon seeing the situation, was obviously confused as to whether or not she should get involved.
"Trinity?" Said the server. He was a young man with spiky brown hair that looked it had never seen a comb in its entire life, and a face in need of proactive. "Trinity what the hell are you doing here? You know you got fired." He said giving her a look of annoyance.
Trinity narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth tightly as she spoke. "Where. Is. Tony."
The sever opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, a voice with a native New York accent said, or rather yelled form the other side of the room, "Trinity, leave my employees alone and get the hell outta my restaurant."
Shooting a glare at the man, Trinity released the sever who stuck out his tongue and gave her a one-finger salute behind her back.
"Tony, you know how much I need this job, how am I supposed to pay for my classes and my apartment?" Trinity shot back, as she stepped closer to him.
"Look, if you care about this job so much, than maybe you should try being a more charming person, instead of going insane anytime something doesn't go your way!" The man named Tony shot back. By now, everyone in the restaurant, customers, chefs, cashiers, and severs were all watching the exchange between the man and young woman. Some with amusement, others with shock.
Trinity sighed and said, "Look if you just give me one more chance I'll-
"Trinity, I've given you too many chances already, I'm done putting up with your attitude, now you have until the count of ten to get the fuck outta my restaurant, before I call the cops and they haul you ass off to the slammer!"
"Tony you gotta be kidding me! That's not-
"One."
"Look, I need another-
"Two." Tony said cutting her off. He was making his way over to the phone that was on the wall in the back of the pizzeria.
"Three."
Lana stepped over to Trinity and placed a hand on her arm. "Trinity, I think you should just go." She said in a low voice. She gave her a friend a look of sympathy and squeezed her on the arm.
"Four."
Trinity's jaw tightened and she nodded, before raising her hands in surrender. "Okay, I'll leave." She said in a voice extremely calm, but at the same time, it was extremely furious. She jerked her arm away from Lana's and began to walk away.
"You didn't pay me enough anyways." She hissed before shoving the door open again and storming outside. From inside, Tony placed his hands on his hips and shook his head, as he made his way back into the kitchen. Lana was about to go after her friend but she stopped when Tony said, "Go after her, and you can join her on the un-employment line." He said sternly. Without another word, Lana put her apron on and awkwardly walked up to a family of four, a mom, a dad and two young twin boys who were exchanging, shocked glances.
Lana swallowed and cleared her throat, getting their attention. "So," She said in a nervous voice with a forced smile. "Can I take your order?"
Trinity stormed home furiously that night. She walked past people, bumping into them, causing them to drop their bags, but as she had done earlier that night she kept going, ignoring the words of anger they shouted after her. As she was opening the door that led to the lobby of her apartment building, she thought she saw a dark, shadowy figure move on the roof of the building next to her apartment. Immediately looking up, she studied the rooftops but saw nothing. "Must be my eyes playing tricks on me." She said as she entered the lobby and headed for the elevator. She stepped inside and punched in the number for her floor.
Trinity all but kicked her door open when she entered her apartment. She roughly, tossed her keys into the bowl that sat on top the small wooden table by the front door. She kicked her of her shoes, and padded across the wooden floor and into the kitchen, where she opened the refrigerator and grabbed the first can of liquid she saw, a Bud Light can. True, she was only 18 and you had to at least 21 to legally drink alcohol, but according to her, nothing's illegal until you get caught.
Popping the lid open, and taking a large swig of the drink, she made her way into her room to change to change clothes. She took of her blue jeans and her "Bazinga!" shirt, and replaced them with a pair of dark blue sweat pants and a yellow tweety bird tank top, she lid her feet into her fluffy white slippers and grabbed a scrunchie off her dresser.
She looked in the mirror at the reflection of her tired face as she tied up her half dark brown/half light brown, arm pit length hair into a ponytail. There were bags forming under her eyes on her dark brown skin. She hadn't been really surprised to see them. She had really been pushing her limit lately. Dealing with rude customers at Tony's, practicing her Dance routines for hours on end until her feet began to blister, and now that she longer had a job, she would have to deal with the long, process of finding a new one. Add the fact that her bills were piling up, and her car had been acting up lately to list of her troubles, and she could honestly say that she was very impressed with herself, for not just giving up on trying to make her life easier all together and instead, just spend all of her time curled up in bed all day until her landlord evicted her.
She slapped both of her hands on her face dragged them down miserably. Though she wouldn't admit to anyone in neither, this lifetime; nor the next, she had really screwed up with her job at Tony's. Did she have to make such a big deal over a customer under-paying her? No. Did she have to argue with him for nearly five minutes over $1.25? No. Did she have to threaten to beat him like a piñata? Not necessarily, no. But avoiding unnecessary arguments with people, hadn't always been her strong point.
"You just can't do anything right these days, can you Trinity?" She said to herself. She walked over to her bed and plopped down on the dark green spread. She grabbed her laptop from the nightstand and opened it, so that it revealed her Facebook page. Not a minute after she logged on, she heard the familiar ping meaning that she'd gotten a new message, she didn't really feel like talking to anyone, but opened the message and read it anyways. It read:
Leonardo Hamato
Hey, how's life treating you?
Trinity smiled. It was from Leonardo Hamato, a mysterious young man she'd been chatting online with for about a year now. He was one of the very people on the face of the earth, who she trusted with her secrets as much as she did, Lana. Overtime the relationship between the two had slowly grown from a simple online friendship, to a bond she had with very few other people. He was a pretty easy person to talk to…whoever he was. He seemed very disciplined, supportive, and noble. Traits you don't find in many men. But what really stood out to her was that he seemed very serious. Sure he would make a joke every now and then, but other than that; the conversations they had were always about what was going on in their lives rather than TV shows, movies or music. She didn't mind this much, although she wished that he would loosen up sometimes, but at the same time she respected and admired his seriousness and would always enjoy the conversations she had.
Still smiling as she typed, she replied:
Trinity Love
As of this moment, it's kicking my ass. :-'( I got fired today.
There was a short pause as Trinity waited for a response from Leo, during which she decided she was hungry. She went into the kitchen and opened the pantry. She grabbed a pack of Oreos and a jar of peanut butter. She returned to her room and opened both items, she took a Oreo cookie and dipped in the peanut butter before taking a bite. A habit, she'd picked up from an old boyfriend back in her hometown in Tallahassee. As she munched on her snack she read the message that Leonardo had sent her in her absence.
Leonardo Hamato
Lemme guess, it was because of the under-paying guy wasn't it? Lol, I swear you over react to things. You remind me of my brother.
Narrowing her eyes, and furrowing her brow her hands, which were sticky from the peanut butter, flew across the keys leaving smears and stains on each one she touched.
Trinity Love
DON'T LAUGH AT ME YOU ASSHOLE! I'M JOBLESS I COULD BE ON THE STREET AT ANY MINUTE! :-P
She crossed her arms and glared at the screen as she waited the response that came two seconds later.
Leonardo Hamato
Okay, okay I'm sorry. *waves white flag* But seriously, what are you gonna do? You don't know anyone who could get a job?
Smiling at his reply, and her victory Trinity responded.
Trinity Love
Nope. No one. And my bills are piling up, FAST. I'm so screwed
Trinity dipped another Oreo into the jar of peanut butter and took another bite, with a pouty look on her face. She must've looked pretty pathetic right now. She thought to herself. Sitting alone in her bedroom, talk to someone online she barely knew, while feasting Oreo's, peanut butter, and a can of beer she wasn't legally allowed to drink all while being broke and jobless. If someone watching her wasn't pitying her, they were surely laughing hysterically.
Another ping sounded. She looked at the screen and read the message.
Leonardo Hamato
Okay….what if I told you I might be able to help you out here?
Upon reading this, Trinity's jaw dropped, but she closed back just in time to stop the disgusting mixture of Oreos and peanut butter from falling into her lap. She swallowed and chased it down with another swig of beer before burping loudly.
"I really disgust myself sometimes." She mumbled to herself. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as they typed a response that said:
Trinity Love
OMG?! Really? Please, tell me I'll do anything!
She sat back and anxiously waited for Leonardo's response, practically shaking with happiness,
Leonardo Hamato
Okay, you that antique shop, 2nd Time Around?
Trinity raised her eyebrows when she read the message. She had seen the antique shop before. In fact, she passed it a few times on her way to work. She had never really been interested enough to stop by and purchase anything though. She sent a response saying:
Trinity Love
Yeah, I've passed by it a few times. Why?
About a minute later, Leonardo replied:
Leonardo Hamato
Okay, so I'm very close friends with the woman who owns it. Business has been picking up lately but she needs an extra hand around the shop. I'm sure I could talk her into letting you work there. She kind of owes me one.
You interested?
Trinity's eyes grew wide and she gasped. Her fingers barely touched the keys as they flew across them.
Trinity Love
No DUH?! I'm interested!
The reply came within, a minute after she sent hers and it read:
Leonardo Hamato
Okay but there's ONE condition. You HAVE to behave. She's really sweet but, believe me when I tell you that she has her limits.
Rolling her eyes, and grinning Trinity typed:
Trinity Love
Psssh, little ol' me? Misbehave? Why that's simply preposterous.
She ate another peanut butter covered Oreo as she awaited the response. There was another ping and she laughed as she read the message.
Leonardo Hamato
Yeah right, I'm pretty sure they have you as a synonym in the thesaurus for the word trouble maker. Haha.
But, I'm serious. She's a good family friend and I don't want her pulling her hair out because of you.
Smiling and still laughing as she typed, Trinity said:
Trinity Love
Alright, I'll behave. I promise. ;-)
As always a response came seconds later saying:
Leonardo Hamato
Great, I'll talk to her tonight and you can drop by tomorrow afternoon.
Trinity felt a warm feeling inside of her. It was strange how someone you had never seen before could be so generous. "That reminds me." She said as she typed a response.
Trinity Love:
Thanks Leo…this REALLY means a lot to me. You have no idea how much you're helping out. Maybe I'll get to see you when I get there. We could have lunch that day or something.
This time the response was delayed. Trinity sighed and her shoulders slumped. Another strange thing about Leonardo, as if it wasn't strange enough that she had never seen him before, anytime she bought is up, it would suddenly take longer for him to respond and he would always either make up an excuse about having to leave, or he would completely ignore the subject, Like now for instance. His response read:
Leonardo Hamato
Hey anything to help out a friend ;-) I gotta go, it's getting pretty late and I need to go and talk with April, before she gets tired and goes to bed. Sweet dreams!
And before Trinity was able to respond he signed off. Trinity rolled her eyes and sighed. "Well it was worth a try." She mumbled. She shut her laptop down and placed it back on her nightstand. She returned the cookies and peanut butter to the pantry, and brushed her teeth before going to bed. She climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering why Leo always avoided the subject of them meeting in person as she did every time she tried to him talk about it. It just didn't make any sense. But finally, her eyelids grew heavy and deciding that was no point in dwelling on the subject any longer, she allowed herself to drift off into a deep sleep.
