Chapter 2
All the way back home, Donnie had to listen to his little brother bounce around, telling him about his dance sole, his first tonight. But their main leader of the Capulet's, Tybalt, told him that he got way into his own dance and lagged a few minuets when they danced together. Of course, Mikey got his own brand of punishment from his brother. Donnie wouldn't stop talking about the teen up front when he danced in front of, who he later realized was their childhood friend, Leo.
Mikey smile and accursed him of having a crush, which Donnie blushed, quickly denying that and stating how he knew where his loyalties lie.
But, Mikey also had an encounter of his own that he wasn't telling.
It was after the Capulet's were named winners and the dancers walked off stage. The crews and fans stuck around fore more battles, and to talk, except for of course, the bitter rivals. Since Mikey and Donnie were new, they couldn't tell who was and wasn't a Montague. Mikey was separated from his friends. Donnie and Metalhead were talking to some younger kids, while April, another Capulet dancer, was with some other friends.
Raph's crew was sulking in the corner furthest away from the Capulet's, which gave Raph the perfect timing for him to make a move. He knew that Mikey was with the Capulet gang, but he was a childhood friend and just talking couldn't hurt, right?
"Hey," Raph said lamely. He found the shorter teen away from the majority, in a corner.
"Oh, hi," Mikey smiled, despite Raph's lame entrance and embarrassment.
"That was… those were some awesome moves."
"Oh, thanks! It was actually my first time dancing."
"Really? I never would've guess with those moves."
"Yeah," Mikey giggled, "Do you dance?"
"Yeah, yeah I do… I just uh, I pulled a muscles couple nights ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Ah, don't be, it's not your fault."
"I'm Michelangelo, you can call me Mikey," the freckled teen smiled.
"Rapheal," the larger teen gave him a small smirk.
"Raph… Your last name wouldn't happen to be Hamoto would it?"
"What if it was?" Rapheal tried not to widen his smirk.
"It is you! Oh my God, hi!" Mikey bounced up and hugged him. Which caught Raph off guard but the freckled teen pulled back fast enough.
"You've gotten…big," Mikey gulped, his face heating up. They talked for hours, catching up while the other crews and fans socialized and watched other battles. They talked about everything and anything, clicking on nearly everything like they use too. And it didn't help that the red loving teen looks and tiny smirk made Mikey a little weak in the knees. It was funny how different their personalities were yet they balanced each other out so well, even when they were younger.
What happened later during that long conversation, had Mikey frown a little.
Mikey sighed quietly at the memory, hoping to see more of Raph again, well he probably would considering he gave him his number despite the crew he was in. He and Donnie entered their house. A brightly colored and filled home. Their care taker who was like a father but was also like an uncle or god father, Leatherhead. A large man with a bald head that was tanned due to his days out in the sun. Which was also how he earned the nickname 'Leatherhead' because Mikey thought that's what his scalp looked like.
"Hey LH!" Mikey smiled as his cat, IC kitty 'mrewed' and rubbed against his legs.
"Hello young ones," Leatherhead smiled, "how did your first dance battle go?"
"It was awesome! Donnie's fallin' in love too~"
"I-I am not!" Donatello blushed.
"Sure, sure," Mikey smiled down at his kitten. They went on to tell Leatherhead about how they saw their childhood friends, the Hamoto brothers.
As Mikey got ready for bed he sighed, staring at his phone, particularly the name that light up. He was debating weather or not to send him a text, but he knew that they shouldn't be talking or trying to get along. But he smiled at what Raph said after he discovered that he was a Montague.
"You're a Montague?" Mikey's blue eyes widened, if that was possible. He backed away with an upset look.
"Mikey wait," Raph gently grasped his small wrist, "I know it's been years since we've seen each other, and I know Imma Montague… but I still can't help but feel that there's… something, something about you."
Mikey flashed him a small smiled before stepping closer to listen.
"Why don't we talk more later?" Raph blushed after realizing that he was still holding onto Mikey's wrist. Michelangelo's smile returned as he agreed to met up with Raph this weekend. They exchanged numbers then went their separate ways.
But now, Mikey was sitting in school, it was only Wednesday and Mikey didn't have the patience to wait the rest of the week. Sure, they've been texting whenever they weren't in school or with their crew. Mikey couldn't wait until Saturday! Which, to say the least, Raph was on the same wavelength that night. Which is probably Mikey wasn't too surprised but definitely excited when he saw Raph throwing pebbles at his window late into the night.
"Raph, what'er you doing?" Mikey asked, smiling.
"Well, 'M not a patient guy, and if I remember correctly, neither are you," Raph flashed a smirk. Mikey told him to stay there while he sneaked down the side door. Mikey couldn't help but greet him with a hug. They then started talking while they walked down the street. The only thing that let them see the blacked out night and matching road where the street lights spread out on the road.
As they walked, Raph and Mikey talked just like they did at the dance arena. They almost forgot that were in rival crews, almost.
"Oh, and April, she's a great dancer-" the rest of Mikey's words stopped in his throat as he looked at the ground sadly. Raph shared a similar look with his head lowered, still looking at Mikey from the tops of his eyes.
"Hey, it's ok," Raph said.
"How?" the orange loving teen whispered.
"Ya got me," Raph shrugged a shoulder. Seeing Mikey with that frown, he whispered, 'Hey,' then curled a knuckle under his chin, lifting his face up so that electric green eyes and baby blue eyes were locked together.
"I know we haven't seen each other for years, but we can figure out a way."
"Maybe try to talk to our crews about the fights?" Mikey asked hopefully.
"Make 'em see how stupid their being?" Raph smirked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Raph," Michelangelo breathed as they came closer, feeling their shallow breaths on each others faces, their eye hooded.
"Mike… I've uh," Raph pulled away clearing his throat, "I ain't a poetic guy but um… your always on my mind and I wanted to ask ya," Mikey would've been annoyed that the larger teen backed away from the drum roll of a kiss, if he wasn't trying to ask Mikey what he's been dying to hear.
"Raph, shut up and kiss me," Mikey smirked, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck to bring him closer. At first Rapheal was shocked but after feeling the fire from Mikey's lips, he smirked and pulled the freckled teen up for more. Rapheal was practically lifting Michelangelo off the ground with his arms wrapped protectively around Mikey's waist. The orange loving teen giggled in his chest as he stabilized himself by coiling his arms around Raph's neck.
Pulling away, Raph smirked up at Mikey who was smiling so wide his eyes were closed with another giggle. When Mikey opened his eyes again, his mouth settled into a content grin, they then leaned into each other, touching their foreheads together.
Sorry it's so chopped up and jumbled. I realized that this is actually more like West Side Story…which is also based off of Romeo and Juliet.
Anyway, I'm thinking about changing the name, what do you think, yes or no?
