Set after Target: April O'neil.
I do not own TMNT.
When Donatello was upset, he drifted away to the solace of his projects. He adored technology. Technology wasn't fragile. It didn't have feelings you could hurt. And it definitely didn't go out and find some stupid, hockey loving boyfriend. Donnie realized that he had been pushing down on the A key, so now his word program was cluttered with about fifty of the same letter. Donnie deleted it. Sometimes, Donnie wished he could simply delete his feelings.
There was the sound of footsteps. "Hi." It was April. Her voice sounded nervous. Donnie opened up a program. It didn't really matter what, as long as it gave him an excuse not to look at her. "Hello," Donnie said dully. April tapped the table top with her fingers. " So...Any progress with the retro mutagan?" Donnie hit a random key on the keyboard. "Not really. It's kind of hard to test it." April winced. "Yeah. I...I guess it would be." There was a suffocating silence. Suddenly, April looked up. "Why are you mad? Is it because I left? I'm sorry, I was just so angry, and-" Donnie sighed. "I'm not mad at you, April." April walked up behind him. "Donnie, you're playing a video game just so you don't have to look at me. You lost, by the way." Donnie looked at the screen. Oh. April crossed her arms. "Listen. I have no idea why you're upset with me, But you're my friend and I don't want to fight over something silly." Donnie looked up at her. Suddenly, Michelangelo stuck his head through the doorway. "April? Your phone is ringing." April glanced at the doorway. "What? It is? I'd better get that. Can we talk later, Donnie?" Donnie nodded. April raced out of the room. Donnie stared at the screen of his laptop, watching the words "GAME OVER" flash in front of his eyes.