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CHAPTER 2
I look at the sleeping figure of April O'Neil in my arms. My strong, large body is mostly covered in the thick comforter of her bed. Why am I here? How did I get here? Why in the hell would I let myself sleep with her? She deserves better than me. Yet, she skipped her Business Dinner so she could dance with me in the rain.
So, what does that mean? Does she like me? How? She could have Vern or any other guy in this city. Hell, she could have Mikey! But she chooses me.
Wait, did she? She clearly didn't say that she chose me over the others. Maybe she only invited me to the rooftops as a time passer before her Dinner Party. And the only reason she didn't end up going is because she lost track of time. The only reason she kissed me was because my hands were on her. She must've seen the wanting in my ugly, green eyes. It was a pity kiss. She only slept with me because she felt bad that I was in love with her and she didn't feel the same way back.
Pity this. Pity that. Fucking pity my ass.
How could she do that to me? She showered me in kisses all night because she felt bad about my stupid turtle form. Well I ain't stickin' around so she can fake her emotions. I'm leavin'.
I unwrap my arms from around her body and stand up. I watch her for only a few more seconds. Her breaths are shallow and small. Her thin strapped tank top hugs her tightly, showing off her beautiful body. Every curve and edge is clearly noticeable. Her left arm hangs over the end of the bed, while her right arm rests underneath her pillow. She looks so peaceful. So young. So beautiful. So innocent.
"Shut up. Don't forget what she did to you." I mutter quietly to myself.
I turn to the small table that sits next to where I had been laying. My twin Sai lay there harmlessly. I grab them and slip into my belt. I walk across the room towards April's balcony. I unlock the glass door just as I hear a knock at the door.
My eyes shoot to April, how's eyes flutter open at the sudden noise. She slowly sits up, not noticing me. I stealthily open the glass door and slip outside, leaving the door open a crack.
I press my shell against the brick wall beside the see-through doors. I peer at April through the gigantic windows and see her looking at the empty place next to her, clearly wondering where I am. Her head jerks up, though, when the visitor pounds on the door again. I watch as April stands up quickly and grabs her yellow silk robe, scurrying off towards the door.
I can no longer see April, but I can hear her. I listen intently as April opens the door and let's the unexpected guest in.
"Where were you last night?!" Vern's voice asks angrily. I let out a sigh of annoyance. Right when I thought the morning couldn't get any worse, the city's most annoying cameraman had to show up!
"I was out with a friend and lost track of time. The meeting sounded pretty boring anyway, Vern." April answers calmly.
"One of those turtles? Come on, April. They're mutants. Freaks! You need to stop hanging around them. You're already loosing your humanity." I scowl at Vern's statement.
"Well that makes two of us." April replies bitterly. I smirk.
Vern heaves an exaggerated sigh. "Which one was it? Michelangelo? Leonardo? Please be Donatello?" I roll my eyes. Don and Vern have a couple things in common. One, they're both nerds with no chance in ever finding a girlfriend. And two, they both are great with electronics.
"Raphael." April answers. I imagine that her arms are crossed and that her emerald eyes are glued to her co-worker with annoyance.
"Raphael, course." "Hey! There's nothing wrong with Raphael!" April exclaims on my defense. I look strait ahead in complete shock. Nothing wrong? Tch.
"I beg to differ!" Vern argues. "Well then get out of my apartment!" April yells, kicking him out. A few more angry statements are exchanged, but I block them out.
April.. April just kicked Vern out of her apartment because he was claiming me to be horrible. I am literally beyond shocked.
The apartment door is slammed shut, bringing me out of my thought.
"Raphael? I know you're here somewhere! Vern's gone, it's safe to come out." April calls out gently. Come out, stay here, come out, stay here.. Which should I choose?
Stay here.
My feet force me out of hiding. I open the glass door and walk back into the apartment. April's arms are folded neatly across her chest as she studies me. I close the door and look down at her. "What you said true?" April only nods. I look down at my large feet. "Mind answering a couple questions, then?" I ask, looking up at her. As an answer, April once again nods and motions for me to follow her into the kitchen. I watch as she prepares two cups of coffee, me standing awkwardly in the doorway.
April sets our mugs down on the table and sits down. I sit next to her.
The table is made of dark brown wood and the chairs are high. There's a bouquet of orange and yellow flowers in the center, which Mikey had given April as a gift. Small rocks sit neatly at the bottom of the flower filled vase.
"What happened last night?" I ask, getting right to the point.
April smirks at me. "We kissed and danced in the rain until midnight and the came back here and went to bed." Shit I was hoping it was all a dream.
"Why did you let me sleep with you?" April looks down at the freshly brewed coffee she has cupped between her hands.
"Because I like you." I look at her in shock. Her face is bright red as she looks me in the eyes. I gulp. Did she seriously just say that she likes me?
"Why me? Why me when you could have Mikey or Vern?" I ask with confusion.
April grins at me. I frown. "Because Mikey isn't serious enough and Vern is too serious. But you... you're exactly what I've always dreamed of when I was a kid." She admits. I snort in disagreement.
"And what's that?"
"Someone daring, wild, fearless. Someone who would rush to protect me no matter what. Someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind. And that's you." April answers simply. I look down at my own coffee. Steam rises slowly out of the heated drink that longs to be drank. I push it forward a bit, finding the thought of food unsettling.
I finally look up, locking eyes with April. Her eyes are filled with a beautiful desire of love and happiness. She.. wants me. For me.
I don't say anything. I only stare at her. I'm too shocked to even think correctly. Let alone speak.
"Raph, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle to you last night. I just couldn't stop thinking about you all day and I kissed you. It was stupid and foolish and I'm regretting it so much right now." April explains helplessly. She looks as if she wants to say more, but I it her off with my own mouth.
Our lips move smoothly against each other, just as they had last night. April doesn't kiss back for a short moment. She just sits there in complete shock. But then I move my hands to her. My right arm wraps securely around her waist, while the other cups the back of her head. My fingers tangle themselves in her luscious Burnett locks.
After she is wrapped perfectly in my arms, she misses me back. Her lips move against mine quick and greedily. Her hands wrap themselves around the tails of my mask.
This is a dream. Must be. I've never been lucky enough to kiss a girl, especially one this beautiful and amazing as April. Why hasn't she pulled away yet? Am I really what she wants? Am I really as amazing as she claims? Most likely not to everyone else, but most certainly to her.
We both pull apart only for air. My heart races and my eyes glue themselves to the wonderful woman in front of me. Her face carries a smile so perfect that I want to put in a case and admire it as a trophy. How is it humanly possible for someone to make you melt just under there glance?
All my life I've recited the same words over and over again, every time I was mad.
It hurts that I can't be what everyone wants, or what anyone needs.
And it hurts that I can't be what I want, what I need.
Because I'm not enough.
I won't ever be enough.
And it hurts, it hurts so damn bad.
But.. now I'm having second thoughts. I mean, maybe, just maybe, I am good enough. At least for April. And if I'm not.. then I'll change myself until I am good enough. I want to be perfect. For her.
For us.
