My first one-shot. Hope you like it. It's kinda weird. Tell me if you want a sequel or something. So yeah... enjoy!
Mikey's POV
I don't want to grow up. That's the bottom line. I will stay as immature as much and as long I can. I don't want to have to worry about things, I just want to have fun. Honestly, I'm scared to grow up. I'm scared about the future and what it might bring. I hate it when I worry and when I'm just alone with nothing to do because my mind wanders. It wanders a lot and inn very different ways. Sometimes, I don't like the way it wanders. It gets annoying. It gets me thinking about stuff that I don't want to think about. Like the future. And growing up. It makes me think about death. And when all my brothers are gone and I'm the only one left. Or if I'll be the first to go. It could be now, or tomorrow, or any time. I could just bbe on patrol with my brothers and slip, missing the next building. Something so simple could change everything. Would my brothers miss me? Would there be a change? Would they even notice (besides that it'd be a lot quieter)? I have it when my mind wanders. I hate thinking about the future, aka, the unknown. I don't like thinking about any of my brothers dying either. Maybe one of Donnie's experiments go wrong. Maybe Raph pushes himself to far. Maybe Leo jumps off a freakin' building. Like I said, anything can happen. Any time. Any place. How would the team function without each other? Don's brain. Raph's muscle. Leo's leadership. What do I give the team? Stamina? Speed? Agility? Awesomeness? Yeah, awesomeness. That's my part. I'm the awesome part of the team.
"Mikey?" Leo asked, breaking my out of my wandering mind, "We're not even to the second roof."
"Coming." I said with a smile, "I'm so awesome." I muttered, leaping across the alley.
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