The songs in this chapter are as follows.
Adam Lambert- Running
Bob Marley- Every Little Thing
Eve- Let Me Blow Your Mind
Enjoy!
*Mikey P.O.V.*
~And I'm running running running running, RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING
from my heeeaaart!~
I sing in my head, while humming the beat to myself.
Although the song isn't really fitting anymore, I had stopped running a while ago. Now I'm just calmly jogging across New York Cities' rooftops.
It's actually been pretty nice. Raph stopped chasing me a lot sooner than I thought. And so far I've seen so sign of any sneaky attacks.
Everything is all good!
"Yeah cause every little thing. Yeah oh yeah. Is gonna be alrig-"
"Now why you gritting your teeth? Frustration baby you got to breathe. Take a lot more than you to get rid of me. You see I do what they can't do, I just do me. Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see. Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe!"
…..Huh? That wasn't me. I may be awesome, but I can't rap like that, or heck even sing that good!
Just don't tell Leo, I think he thinks that I sing great. But he's wrong. I don't actually sing good, Donnie and Raph can vouch for that. Leo must have something up his ear because he always tells me that my singing was great.
But this, this is beautiful!
I stop jogging abruptly and turn towards the noise. I've jogged pretty far from Aprils place by now. In fact it looks like I've passed an entire shopping district and landed myself back into another apartment area. It's still not one of the bad ones. It's not as nice as April's block, but I like it here. There isn't that much crime in this area. And as a bonus it's actually closer to the lair than April's place.
Not by much but still.
Oh oh! And the apartment buildings here are huge! We're talking twenty plus digits here bra!
Man, Raph and I race each other up these things all the time.
See its fun because I normally win.
"Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines. Love for my wordplay that's hard to find. Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind. All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine. Eyes bloodshot, stressing, chills up your spine. Huh, sick to your stomach wishing I wrote your rhymes!"
Oh man that singing! It's coming from the sidewalk. Whoever it is is just standing out in the open singing?
Sweet!
I hurry towards the very edge of the building where I can hear the song the clearest. Once I'm there I crouch down, leaning only my upper body forward with the help of just one leg and one arm, that way as little of me as possible can be seen by the people below on the lightened street.
It may be dark out. But it's still pretty early at night. Maybe ten o' clock at best, so there are plenty of people out and about. Normally we wouldn't even risk coming out of the sewers this early. But Gun Mania Five man!
Ah there's the culprit. Its… It's a girl! I mean I could've guessed that, by the tone and all. But it's still a discovery.
She's standing directly below a bright streetlight a little to the right of me. I'm pretty high up on this building, so I can't make out a lot of her. But, being a ninja turtle and all, I am honored with better than human vision and hearing!
Whoo!
So I can make out enough.
She's young, April's age maybe, and short. There's no way that she's taller than April. But she is much curvier than April, that's the truth.
…... I don't know a lot of other girls to compare her to.
She has tan skin. I mean really tan skin. I doubt she's entirely. Uhhhhh what was it again, cook-asian?
I dunno, all those human titles confuse me. But she's got something else in her.
She has soooo much hair! It puffs out and around her face. Oh wait, I think that's just because it's in two pigtails on the sides of her head. It's hard to tell, her hair is so puffy that there is no space between the hair and her head. Even with the pigtails.
But the hair is beautiful. It's all dark black and wavy. With just one streak of a light purple color hugging one side of her face.
The unique shade of purple matches her outfit. Or well at least her Jacket. It's a tiny purple jacket that only just makes it past her breasts, the material hugs against a shapely black T-shirt with a picture of a purple rose on it. She's wearing plain jeans below that. But they are good jeans that shape her body nicely. And they don't even look crazy tight!
April's cloths are tighter than hers.
Her face is round and a little baby looking, but her body more than makes up for that. I may not always be into curves. But dang this girls got some! And with a thin waist to boot.
She has way more boobs and butt than April!
Not that I really look at April!
I just, don't know a lot of girls.
I mean this girl isn't as cute as Renet or anything.
Renet, my angel. My sweet cherry blossom! How fate is our trage-
"Do you like that? You got to I know you. Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too. Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me. Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief. Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me."
Wow!
And I'm not the only one watching. She's surrounded by a group of like eight teenagers, probably her friends. And even a few late night passerby's on the street are stopping to listen. All the teenagers look just as sweetly dressed and awesome as her.
I lean back onto the roof. And with one last quick look around for trouble I settle myself flat onto my carapace as close to the edge of the roof as I dare. I relax my tight muscles, letting my body become a slug as I listen to her voice.
"And if I had to give you up, it's only been a year. Now, I got my foot through the door and I ain't going nowhere. It took awhile to get me in and I'm gonna take my time. Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now, let me blow your mind!"
I raise my arms and rest my head on my fat three fingered hands.
They really are fat.
The girl sang two more songs, the second one being so rowdy and fun that I almost got up and started dancing.
But I didn't.
Later later, I shall dance lots back at the lair.
Then she just stopped. After she stops I hear the small crowd of teenagers and a couple adults cheer and clap for her.
Good for her you know, she deserves that.
I lift my hands, accidently thumping the back of my head against the hard rooftop with my finger's swift removal. And clap for her as well.
I clap loud, with as much feeling and enthusiasm as I can.
But she can't hear me. It's just me here, still lying flat on my shell. Letting myself know that I enjoyed it.
I roll lazily over so that I can peek back over the building. And there she is. Still getting congratulated hugged by her many friends.
So many friends.
The teenagers start to move as one across the sidewalk again. While the passing adults just hurry on to wherever they were going. Curiously I watch the teens for a while. Until the group makes a suddenly sharp turn up the steps of the closest apartment building from where they had their little concert.
I maneuver myself onto my hands and knees and crawl closer to them. The group seems to be hugging and waving to each other.
I think they're saying goodbye.
Yup, just like I suspect all of the teenagers start disappearing into the front door to the apartment building.
All accept two. The girl with the kick shell voice, and a taller pretty looking girl with killer punk clothing and dyed black hair next to the rapper.
The two girls walk back down the steps and continue on. And I well uh, I follow them.
Like a turtle do!
Heh heh, ok so maybe not like that.
I don't know, I'm just curious. It's not like I can go back home yet. Raph is still out there… Somewhere.
I don't have to follow them long. Two building crosses later and they stop outside of a much larger, older looking apartment complex.
Oh by older I don't mean it's not as good. The style just looks older, and it's taller. That's all I mean. Like the design of the building is more old fashioned.
Donnie always likes buildings like this one.
Once again the two girls hug.
There's a lot of hugging going on down there.
Then they to split off as one girl enters the complex. Leaving just…
The voice girl.
The voice girl starts to walk away from the building before her friend has even made it through the front door. And then she abruptly turns into the apartment's alleyway and out of my sight.
Oh man not the alleyway! I saved enough girls from alleyways to know that you don't just waltz into alleyways! Especially when you have boobs!
I'm sorry to all you girls out there, I'm sorry. It's just the truth. Save a turtle some trouble would ya' and don't walk into alleyways!
I race towards the gap in the roof that would make up the alley that she entered. As I approach I skid to a stop so fast that I almost skid right off the frick fraggin roof! But like a ninja I stop that craziness from happening.
Once again I peer over the rooftop to spy-
I-I mean! Check on her.
It's much harder to see her since I'm so high up now, but I can make out the gist of what she is doing.
She's kneeled over, digging into her backpack with a lot of passion in front of the circular metal trash can that she probably just opened.
Oh, she just wants to throw something away.
All alone.
In this alley.
… You know girls really shouldn't be alone in alleys.
All kinds of things can pop out at you when you do that.
Rabid dogs, crazy cats, creepy people, mutant squirrels.
….Or maybe, mutant turtles.
Oh man I can feel it. I can feel the Leo in me and the Donnie telling me not to do it.
But I just push those parts of me away. They don't have to worry so much, and I don't have to think about it so much. There's no way a girl with this many friends.
Wouldn't want to be mine.
I jump off of the roof and scale down the building as fast as I'm able to without making any noise. I make it to the ground near the back of the alley in the darkest corner.
Right as I land the voice girl must have found whatever it is she was looking for because she rips out something green colored and square before she just tosses it into the trash without even standing up straight.
She gets up to leave.
Wait, wait! Don't leave! Not yet. I still want to talk. I will talk I will!
"Uh hello."
Voice girl freezes at my greeting. But on the bright side she didn't take off running. It must be because my voice sounds so young. I bet I sound like some little kid. If I was Raph right now then she'd be running for her life.
I know I would be.
"Don't be scared," I continue hopefully, "I just wanted to say that I really, really liked your singing. And I wasn't able to tell you before. So I just thought that I'd tell you that, because you were so awesome, just like a professional."
She's turns around studying the darkness. Probably wondering how I got here when the only other way to get into this alley is to hop the small barrier behind me that leads to a completely different street.
She stars right at me, finally pinpointing exactly were my voice was coming from.
"How old are you?" she asks me glaring accusingly at my shadowed form.
Yes I'm allowing her to see a shadow.
"Oh uh, sixteen. I'm sixteen," I say.
I knew I sounded like a little kid.
Her face doesn't become any softer with my answer. But she still isn't running. That's good at least. I'm innocent sounding enough to not scare her off like a gummy bear on Easter.
I eat gummy bears on Easter.
"What are you doing in my alley?" she says looking more suspicious than ever.
Oh man, how do I fix this?
"Sorry! Sorry, I'm not trying to be weird. I just don't have a choice. I'll leave after this really. I just wanted to let you know that your singing was great. Like a bazillion parrots, and it was cool so-"
I stop. I don't know what else to say. What can I say to convince her that I just want to be friends?
"Thank you," she tells me turning more of her body towards my shadowed self.
I feel my heart beat faster in delighted adrenaline. I can't believe this! Eat your guts out Leo and all you other mutants I call family! This is gonna work!
"Wh-what's your name? Mines Mikey, short for- You know what that doesn't matter. What's your name? It's probably something fantastic. But not as good as what I'd pick for you. I'd pick Tony by the way. Because your rapping has such a nice tone, get it?"
*snort*
…. Did she, did she just snort. Like a pig? She laughing and she's smiling!
Voice girl curls her lips in, trying to keep herself from smiling any more than she'd already allowed herself to. But she's not doing a very good job. She has dropped her backpack to the ground and is crossing her arms across her upper belly.
"Slow down there Mikey. Don't think that I've forgotten that you are some loser hiding out in my alley. You want to talk? Fine, but I'm not talking to someone I can't see," voice girl declares.
Ooooh man there is so much hope in me right now. But wait, wait Mikey. You need her to like you. It's an underhanded move. But when you have a personality like mine your vary survival depends on people liking you! The more someone likes you, the more mistakes they can tolerate.
It's basic math here!
I need her to like me. My family's very existence depends on her liking me! No pressure Mikey.
"I-I can't. I really want to. But if you see me then you won't want to be friends. I know you probably don't want to be friends anyways. But people don't like the way I look," I say in the most timid voice I can.
Underhanded I know. But I'm not really tricking her. I mean I sure do feel timid.
"What are you naked or something?" asks voice girl sounding a little harsher.
I stiffen at that. I had no idea that that's what it sounded like!
"NO!" I shout a little too loudly, "Uh, I mean no everything is covered it's just." I sigh in defeat. It looks like I'll just have to try the direct approach.
"Look I'll come out of the shadows. I won't come anywhere near you. But you have to promise to at least not freak out or anything. I'm nice really I swear on my cat's nine lives," I say, hoping the swear to ice cream kitty will help bring me luck.
Voice girl doesn't hesitate long. She doesn't take those usually two long boring minutes to think about it. She just says, "Ok, let's see just how ugly you are."
Jokes? I'm liking this already.
I step out of the shadows and into the light, both lights. The light from the almost full moon above, and the light from the street just outside of this alley.
The street that voice girl really only has to take two steps back to enter and be rid of me forever.
I know lighting very well.
Cause ninja.
So I know that she can see me, all of me. From the green of my skin, to the baldness of my head, to my shell, everything. I just hope she isn't mad that I lied to her about being naked. I guess I am naked.
Hope she doesn't notice.
She gasps, and her eyes widen. But she doesn't run. In fact she doesn't even uncross her arms. If anything she is crossing her arms tighter.
I swallow hard, feeling very nervous. "H-hello, I'm Mikey, and I'm a turtle. It's not a costume before you say anything. I'm just a turtle named Mikey."
Everyone likes something better when it has a name.
"What's your name?" I ask hopefully.
Voice girl uncrosses her arms and-
Actually takes a step more into the alley, and closer to me!
"Angel," she says with a giggle. I weird beautiful girly giggle. "My name is Angel Mikey. And I'd love to talk. But you stay were you are. Don't get closer. If you do that we can talk all night if you want. My parents won't care. My parents are cool like that. They'll just think I'm at Rachel's house."
… I swear my eyes have stars in them. Naw forget that they have planets, NO UNIVERSES!
I plop myself onto the ground to indicate my obedience towards her one rule.
She laughs at that, her laugh is loud, but controlled, as if she knows how just how to laugh to make it sound nice. "So you like my singing Mikey? What songs do you listen to? Oh please tell me you've heard of -"
Ooooh looks like I got myself a talker.
Score!
