"You should start writing the data in your diary", Donatello suggests.

Friday, 6/25/2010
"And the location you're in, for example. You could even write about your feelings or the weather or something", the purple-clad turtle goes on.

In my room, somewhere in Germany / sunny weather / 14:17 p.m. / TIRED / listening to: Lena Meyer-Landrut - Sattelite

"Wait a second", I mumble tiredly and stop typing what I'm told. Slowly (which is the fastest I can offer in my condition) I rise my head until my blue eyes meet his chocolate brown. Donnie cocks his head to the side. "Yes?"

"What-" I could swear there's a slight beep when my brain finally starts working. Confused, I shake my head. "What," I restart, "are you doing here?"

"Oh, nothing, really", is the answer. Donnie really tries to sound innocent- he even gives me Mikey's famous puppy-eyes - but somehow, there's a feeling in my guts which tells me it's far from nothing. I snort, rise one eyeridge and wait for him to correct his statement.
He doesn't, and we end up staring at each other for several moments before I finally give up and look away. I just can't stand looking at them for too long. It's too amazing, and my heart always starts to beat faster whenever I catch a glimpse of green from the corner of my eye. I really can't remember when or why exactly they started to visit me from time to time, but I don't really care.

"Coffee?" I ask defeated. His brown eyes lighten up- of course they do. "How long've you been up yesterday?" I sigh as we walk down the stairs towards the kitchen. Donnie just shrugs, so it's likely he didn't sleep at all. With yet another sigh, I enter the kitchen, the light green turtle on my heels.

"Whom are you talking to?" my mum asks curiously which makes me freeze on the spot. I totally forgot she was cooking. "Uh!" I make before I realize she can't see the giant mutant turtle next to me. It reliefs me, but on the other hand I really start to worry if I'm totally nuts now. "No one. I just trained for my referate on monday", I answer. "Can I, uh, have a coffee?"

Wrong question. Everyone in my family knows I hate that stuff. Mum eyes me curiously while she puts the lasagna into the oven. "Coffee? You?" She tries to look past me to see if there's someone else. "Is Jessica here?" (Jessica is my best friend and practically a family member. And she loves coffee.) I retreat a step and shake my head. "Nevermind" I press and run back upstairs.

"No coffee", Donnie sighs and sounds deeply depressed. I put a hand on his shoulder and my heart beats faster. The feeling.. I will never forget this, no matter how old I get. "Sorry", I say.

We talk for a while and I finally get him to admit that he fled from morning exercises. A quick math tells me that in NY it has to be about 4 am, no wonders he's so tired. I hope Splinter won't come over, because I seriously have no idea how to handle him. So I pat his arm reassuringly before leaning back in my chair. "Ya know ya gotta go back somewhen?" I ask him quietly. He shakes his head immediately. "Who says that?"

I have to admit, this panicks me. I mean, cool, a turtle as a pet (I have two already living in our pond). Cool, a guest for a day. But a green guest only I can see for forever? Thank you, but no, thank you.
If it were Leo, okay. But Donnie...

I'm not able to finish my train of thoughts because the window opens and all of a sudden the room is filled with green figures.

"Time to go home, Dude", Mikey laughs and keeps squirming Don's hands in a firm grip.
"Yeah, ya gotta train, man", Raph joins in and kicks Donnie's feet from under him to carry him.
"Splinter's really worried, you know this?" Leo asks quietly.

Soon enough they carried a shouting and flinching Donatello out of the window and leave me there with my mouth hanging open. "Yes, hi, I'm also glad to see you" I finally comment sarcastically, but they're long gone.

"Pinguin, dinner's ready", my mum shouts from downstairs, and still shaking my head, I leave my room.