And here is yet another chapter of "Beautiful Disaster". Hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own TMNT or any of the characters. I own the OCs and that's just about it.
I turned around to see myself in the mirror, only to scowl at what I saw. I had put on a dark blue, knee-length, halter-top dress. Just under my bust, placed exactly in the middle of the dress was a small silver decoration with a few small beads and sequins. I wore a pair of silver sandals with a small heel and silver hoop earrings to complete the outfit. I pulled my hair back into a tight bun, with a little silver clip to hold it in place. Michelangelo had suggested keeping the silver accents. The only makeup I wore was a little foundation, blush, and eye-shadow that was only a little darker than my natural skin tone. In all honestly, everything I had on complimented my features well and I'm sure whoever my date was would think I looked beautiful. I hated being dressed like that, though, because I was forced into it. I was about to reach for my tessen, when I realized I had nowhere to hide it on my person. A frown adorned my features when I figured out that Mikey had probably planned that. With a sigh, I opened my bedroom door and walked out into the main room of the lair.
"You look great, Amy," Donatello said with a smile upon seeing the disdainful look on my face.
"You had something to do with this. I just know it," I muttered, glaring at him. I turned to see Michelangelo on his shell cell and I could only wonder whom he was talking to. As soon as he saw me, he shoved a small silver purse in my hands and I slung it over one shoulder. Checking inside, I saw that he'd put my wallet in it.
"She's running a little late, but she's heading out the door right now, aren't you Amy?" Mikey asked with a smirk. It was then I knew he was talking to my date for the night. I growled under my breath and began walking towards the elevator to the garage top-side.
"Yes, Mikey. I'm going now!" I yelled, trying not to sound too harsh. I knew he was trying to do something nice for me, but it simply wasn't working.
"Huh? Yeah, go ahead and order for her. She'll be there soon."
As I waited for the elevator to bring me to the surface, I began thinking of ways I could escape for a few hours. My brothers were probably going to be patrolling the area, but maybe I could stay with April and Casey. Then again, the two of them were probably in on this as well. The door opened and I saw Raphael leaning against his shell-cycle, two helmets in his hands.
"No. Raph, not you too! I would have thought you, of all people, would be as averse to this as I am," I pleaded.
"Mike had a good idea for once," he answered with a shrug and tossed a helmet to me.
I caught it with ease and slipped it on as I mounted the motorcycle, wrapping my arms around my brother's chest. It was strange, not having to hold onto a shell for once. As we rode through the streets of Manhattan, I could only hope the helmet would mess up my appearance a little. After a short ride, we arrived at the restaurant and I reluctantly got off the motorcycle, handing my helmet to Raphael.
"You're not just going to leave me with some guy I've never met before, are you?" I asked, trying my last-ditch effort.
"Ya said yerself ya can beat any Foot ninja inta next week. Ya'll be fine," Raph answered before driving off. I frowned before putting on a brave face and walking into the restaurant.
"How may I help you?" the hostess asked with a peasant smile when she saw me.
"I'm meeting someone here, but, uh, I don't know who he is," I answered quietly. I hated when I didn't have the information I needed.
"Blind date?" the woman asked knowingly. I nodded. "Then I know where you're going. Follow me, Miss Splinterson, is it?"
I blinked a couple times in confusion before I realized what the meaning behind it was. I remembered Donatello using that name when we had traveled into the future. I figured Mikey had decided to use it for me as well, merely because we didn't have an official last name and Hamato would have been a little suspicious. After all, the Foot ninja were still lurking around somewhere. I simply nodded again and the woman led me to a table towards the back of the building. Already, I was beginning to feel a bit uneasy. Being in the back of the building only meant it would be harder to escape if anything went wrong. She brought me to my table and, when I saw who my date was, I wanted to scream. I managed to withhold my anger until after she left, though.
"You?!" I hissed, trying not to cause a commotion. The young man across the table from me was none other than Gage. He smirked at me and I glared harshly at him.
"Just how many brothers do you have? And you really shouldn't glare like that. It doesn't suit you," he said.
"Right, and you would know what does."
"You didn't answer my question, Amy."
"If you must know, I have four brothers. Secondly, I'd prefer if you would call me Amelia."
"Why do you dislike me so much?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you've been stalking me for the past month or so."
"Don't you think that's unfair judgment on your part?"
"Do I look like I care?"
"Amy—Amelia, please, just give me a chance."
"You're starting to sound like Don," I muttered.
"Is he the one you work with in that shop?"
"Yeah. Unfortunately."
"I'm really not a bad guy, as much as you don't want to believe that."
"And how can I be sure?" I asked. The expression on Gage's face almost looked hurt.
"I'm sorry you don't feel like you can trust anyone," he said and I frowned.
"And what makes you think I don't?"
"I offered you my help and you acted as if I was the one who attacked you." I glanced away, finding sudden interest in the color of the carpet. I didn't have a witty comeback for that one. Don had pointed out the same thing to me that day, and I knew I had been wrong.
"Whatever," I mumbled.
"Amelia," he whispered gently, resting a hand on mine. I jerked my head up to look at him. "One chance: that's all I'm asking for." I didn't know if it was because that was the millionth time I'd heard that request, or if it was just in the way he'd asked, but I finally sighed and nodded my head. I'd like to think it was to get everyone to shut up about the whole thing.
"Alright. One shot." Gage flashed me a smile.
"Thanks."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get used to it," I answered with a smirk, finally acting like my normal self again.
Okay, Sol, I know I said there'd be hilarity in this chapter, but I've decided to break the date up into two chapters, so that it doesn't seem a lot longer that the rest of my chapters (otherwise, it'd be twice as long). So, the funny part (and the part where I feel really, really bad for Amy) is next chapter.
Anyway, I hope everyone is enjoying this so far. Please R&R.