I was up early, before Leo even. At least I think, but I was just sitting in my room, reading. Silent morning is great for concentrating. Mikey's steady, even breathing sometimes makes me fall asleep. Then when I wake up, Mikey's grinning face scares me out of my skin. I turned the pages softly, so I wouldn't wake him.

"Again?" I heard Leo say. I looked up, he was staring at the sleeping Michelangelo.

"The storm scared him."

"Are you still afraid of them?"

"Nah, Romania has them a lot."

"Hm. Mikey was never scared of them before." Leo teased.

"Oh don't you start!" I exclaimed. He just laughed and left for his morning exercise. I resumed my reading.

Later, my stomach started growling, so I rose to get food. I stepped carefully around Mikey, but something made me trip. I fell on top of him. His eyes flew open just as I rolled over him.

"What happened?" He asked, somewhat groggily.

"I was hungry, so I got up. I tripped and fell on you." I said, pushing myself up. I leaned back on my heels.

"Are you sure you tripped?" He asked with a cocky grin. I pushed his shoulder.

"Since when did you become a pervert? And since when did you get such nice muscles?" I asked, pinching his biceps.

"Since you left." He answered, poking my stomach. My weak spot. I doubled over and started laughing. I started flapping my hand, trying to slap his hand away.

"Do you want food or not?" I asked. His eyes widened, and he ran to the kitchen. I stood up and walked to join. In the kitchen we noticed Raph was up

"Good morning Raphael." I greeted him cheerfully. He grumbled something I couldn't make out. Then he saw Mikey with me and his eyebrows rose.

"The storm scared him." I told him before he said anything.

"No it didn't!" Mikey defended. Then my eyebrows rose.

"Then why did you sleep with her?" Raph asked, leaning back on the counter. Mikey's head emerged from the fridge, instantly it reddened. Raph smiled and grabbed his coffee and left to watch TV. I kept smirking at him while he devoured his food.

"Hey guys." Donatello yawned, sitting down at the table to look at some papers he had left there. I poured him some orange juice. He took it and slipped it wordlessly. Mornings were usually slow here, but after Raph had his coffee, Don had his calculations, Mikey had his food, and Leo has his exercise, this family is ready to fight. Me? I'm both a morning person and a night. I love the hustle of the morning and the stillness of the night. Finally, Leo returned.

"Hey look!" Raph exclaimed, and leaned forward to the TV. He was watching the news; they were talking about some big CEO named Max Winters and how he mysteriously disappeared. All the turtles were grinning.

"OK you guys, spill." I said, relaxing into the couch. One by one they told me everything.

"Sounds like you guys had fun while I was out at college. Why didn't you include any of that in your letters?" I asked, looking at Don. He was the one who'd look over the letters to make sure they were "punctual".

"We didn't want to distract you or worry you." Leo shrugged. I nodded and leaned my head back. Everyone was quiet for awhile, then Mikey went,

"OK, I'm bored."

Raph looked at me and opened his mouth to say something, but I slapped his shoulder instead. A second later, his arms were on either side of me. My eyes were wide and I wondered what he was going to do. Unfortunately I found out the hard way. The next second, Raphael's lips were on mine. It was very like him. Strong and in control, passionate yet there was hidden softness. Never mind how good a kisser he was, I pushed him off. Everyone was still standing there shocked. I didn't look at Michelangelo. Instead, I did what my parents taught me to do long ago. I kicked my leg up and hit the male weak spot. He doubled over, and I ran to my room.

I looked up as my door opened. Mikey, who else? I wordlessly looked away. He wordlessly grabbed a chair and sat down and stared at me.

"You don't like him, do you?" He asked.

"Mikes, I spent my whole life without a single crush or a boyfriend. What would make now any different?" I retorted. It seemed to shut him up.

I didn't know he was next to me until he whispered in my ear. Guess it's a ninja thing.

"You've spent your life shielding yourself from crushes and love. Maybe it's time you bring those walls down."

Then when I swiveled my head to see him, he was gone. Another ninja thing. I curled myself up and returned to sleep. But did it come? Of course not.

I woke up hours later. When I rolled over to look at the time it was 5:30. The others should be eating dinner by now. Sure enough, they were. There was food at my seat, but I wasn't hungry. That scared me. I walked in and grabbed my plate. All eyes were on me. I placed it in the fridge for later.

"Not hungry?" Don asked me, surprised. I nodded and sat on the couch. For some odd reason lately, I've been so tired! Suddenly I felt someone's eyes on me. I looked over at the table. Mikey was staring at me, but quickly stared at his plate when he saw me looking at him. I groaned inwardly.

"You see Michelangelo," I started. All of the turtles heads snapped up. "THIS is why I never wanted a boyfriend. The awkwardness, the stares, and the DRAMA. I hate it all." I said. Mikey's face was beet red, and all the others were shocked. It seemed Raph was angry. I stood up and brushed myself off.

"Like I said, if I've spent my whole life without a boyfriend or crush, what would make now any different?" I repeated. Michelangelo stood up fast; he was pissed. I flinched.

"And yet you're not a virgin." He snapped. All the turtles jaws gaped as they stared at me. My eyes widened and my heart rate sped up considerably. Adrenaline pumped through my body and I started shaking.

"You…" I stammered shakily. Mikey pursed his lips. "You said you'd never tell!" I exclaimed, clenching my fists. Mikey shrugged.

"You promised and you said you were on your honor!" I continued.

"It's not like we had emotion then!" He exclaimed.

"Wait, so you two did it? You fucked each other?" Raph asked in disbelief. I sighed and hung my head. My face burned and surprisingly, I felt tears. I lifted my head. Mikey's eyes softened a little when he saw my tears.

"Charlotte…" He whispered. I shook my head and walked to my room. I slammed my door and threw myself onto my bed. I didn't wonder or stop myself. This time I let myself cry. Maybe Michelangelo was right. It was time to bring my walls down.