This story's full of Apritello stuff. You so want to read it.
Flowers
Donnie looked at the picture of April on his laptop, and sighed. He wished that he could do something romantic for her. In the movies, the guy always took the girl out to the movies, or maybe to a nice restaurant. He snorted, a lot of good that is, like he could go and do any of those things. He sighed once more, and banged his head down on the desk he was sitting at. Being a mutant turtle in love is hard. Well, maybe he could get her something. He could make her something, like a watch, or something. …No, that didn't seem very romantic. He found himself thinking about the guys in movies again. They would almost always bring their girls chocolates and flowers. Actually, he thought, That could work. It'd be hard, especially to get the chocolates, yah, you know what? Scratch the chocolates. I should be able to at least get April some flowers. But where would he get them? New York wasn't exactly known for its lush plant life. He might be able to find some in Central Park, but he didn't really want to go that far out of his way by himself, I mean, it's not like he would take his brothers with him. Maybe there was, like, a flower cart or something? Donnie let out a groan of exasperation. This was ridicules; he could build functioning phones, a car, the patrol buggies, and a submarine out of junk that was lying around, but he couldn't think of a way to get a few flowers for the girl he liked. After banging his head on the desk a few more times, he decided that he needed some air. Grabbing his bō staff on the way out of his lab, he told his brothers that he was going out.
"Oooh, are you going to visit April?" asked Mikey, and then added kissy noises. Donnie just clenched his fists, resisting the desire to slap his annoying little brother, and kept walking out of the lair.
Out on the rooftops above New York, Donnie felt like he could think more clearly. He sat on the edge of a building, dangling his feet off the side of the building and gazing up at the stars. If only I could find a way to get April those flowers. As he looked up into the night, he gasped as a white light streaked across the sky. No way, it couldn't be, it had to be a plane or something. Donnie was never one for superstitions; he was, after all, a turtle of science. Just thinking of wishing on a star made him feel silly. But, he argued with himself, what would it really hurt to try? "This is stupid" he said to himself, "But, yet I'm doing it. Fine" he closed his eyes, and under his breath said, "I wish that I could find April some flowers". As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt stupid. It was getting late (or early, depending on how you looked at it), so he made his way down the fire escape, and back towards the lair. When he dashed into an alley towards a manhole, he saw them. Three near-perfect flowers, sticking out between the cracks in the sidewalk. He stared at them, openmouthed in shock before, after checking that he was alone, running over to them and picking them off of the sidewalk. He ran his finger gently over the yellow petals of the flower, speechless. Then he grew excited. Yes, now I can give these to April. But he paled at the thought of giving these to April face-to-face, he wasn't sure if he would be able to do that without making a total fool of himself. Honestly, around her, he just couldn't seem to keep a straight face. He always ended up a blushing, stammering mess. He pondered the problem for a while, before getting idea where he wouldn't risk looking stupid in front of April. A piece of paper. That was what he needed. He rummaged around the alleys near-by before finding an almost spotless piece of paper. Grabbing a pencil out of his belt (a good ninja is always prepared, and in Donnie's opinion, so is a good scientist) erased the few words on one side of the paper, thought for a bit, then wrote his message. Satisfied, with what he had written, he grabbed the flowers and ran to April's house as fast as he could. Sneaking in the fire escape, Donnie scanned the room for a place where April would be sure to find the flowers. Ah, perfect. He thought as he spotted a nightstand right near where he was. He quickly went in, arranged the flowers and small "card" on the nightstand, and, grinning to himself, went back out the window.
Dear April,
I picked these flowers for you.
I know how much you like yellow,
and they were pretty like you,
so I thought that you would like them.
(I hope you like them)
With love- Donatello
Awww, Donnie's so cute. Until next chapter, and the next word.
