April's phone woke her up with a jolt. She was tempted to let it ring and stay wrapped up in her bed sheets, but her better judgment told her it could be important. As she reached for her phone, she quickly glanced at the clock. From the blurriness of her vision she could make out 2:45. April focused on her cell screen and saw the bedazzled photo of Donnie she had made so many years ago. She answered just before it stopped ringing. "H-hello?" April said groggily. "Hey." There was silence on the other line for a bit, and then Donatello continued, "Can I come see you?" April was confused, "Don, it's almost three in the morning. Can it wait?" Donatello must have breathed hard into the mic, because all April heard was white noise. "I'm… kind of already here." April rolled over to see Donatello at her window. He meekly waved, "Can I come in? It's freezing out here." April jumped up and unlatched her window.
Within seconds of his entrance into her room, she reprimanded him, "Why couldn't this wait till morning? Did you have to travel in the cold for this?" His features were soft and his eyes screamed a vulnerability she hadn't seen in years. Something was wrong…or different. She wasn't sure which. April sat on her bed and Donnie followed suit. "Okay," she began, "What's up?" Donnie began wringing his hands and looked away from her. "April, what happened to us?" April was shocked by the topic. "Um…" She tried to answer, "I have no idea." He started to stare at her, his eyes piercing her soul, "Something happened. We didn't use to fight like this. It's like every other word I say fires you up and vice versa. I'm not angry with you. I don't want to be angry with you. I just want to go back to the way things were. With you talking to me and me… being happy with that." April's expression was pained, "Oh Donnie, I'm so sorry." She threw her arms around his neck. He was stunned by the sudden closeness. They hadn't been this intimate in years. Donnie wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his face in her loose red hair. April rested her head in the crook of Donnie's neck. They stayed like this for a long time, perhaps making up for the coldness that had been between them for ages.
April was the one to break away first, as Donnie reluctantly retracted his arms. Her cheeks were flushed and she grabbed the back of her neck, "So I think this means we're okay." Donnie chuckled softly, "I assumed so." As they gazed into each other's eyes, Donnie reached out and ran one green digit through her disheveled hair. The gesture only lasted for a millisecond. April recoiled and stood up involuntarily. Donatello had messed up. They were finally okay, but he had to take it too far. "Don—" She tried to explain, but Donatello stopped her. "Don't. Just…don't. It's fine. I need to leave anyway." He got up and walked over to her windowsill. "Donnie, we're okay, right?" She blurted out. April couldn't let him leave on such harsh terms. He stopped and replied before disappearing out her window, "Yeah. We're okay." And with that, he was gone. April was left in her room by herself, so she crawled back into her bed.
