Author's Note: You guys are great! Have some more.

Rating: K

April sipped a little from the spoon.

"It's great, Mikey." She replaced the spoon and stepped aside, allowing the orange-banded turtle to resume his spot at the stove in the lair's kitchen. He stirred the soup lovingly, a happy smile in place.

"This is going to be one of the first things I debut at the restaurant," he said proudly. "It's going to be great! One week till we re-open," he beamed. April grinned in response and opened her mouth to reply, but a voice cut her off.

"MIKEY! MIKEYMIKEYMIKEYMIKEY!"

The curly-haired whirlwind blasted into the kitchen, darting past a surprised April and jumping into her boyfriend's arms. "Whoa," the turtle laughed. "Whatwhatwhat?"

Melanie giggled wildly, her arms tight around his neck. "I passed my Economics class! I got a B!"

"That's great, babe!" Mikey said, matching her excitement with ease. "Told ya' you could do it!" He peppered her with kisses before releasing her. Mel turned to April, practically bouncing with excitement.

"Can you believe it?" she squealed. "That was the last class I was really worried about. I might actually graduate college, April. First person in my family to do that, ever. Wouldn't that be awesome?"

April smiled. "It's definitely going to be awesome, Mel. You'll do it, for sure." The two friends embraced, Mel hanging around to chatter for a moment before she rushed off. Mikey turned back to his soup and began separating it into bowls for their various friends and family members, humming to himself as he did so. It was several minutes before he was done and everything was put away, but when he turned back to the counter, April was still standing in the kitchen.

She had her chin in her hand and her posture was somewhat slumped, a frown on her freckled features.

"What's wrong, sis?" he asked, blue eyes crinkling at the corners.

April's lips quirked a little. "Nothing," she said with a shrug. After a pause, she gave a small laugh. "I mean, I'm not sad. It's just..." she bit her lip. "Mel came to you."

"Huh?" Mikey put away the dish rags.

"She came to you," April repeated emphatically. "Mel always used to come to me first when she had good news. But she wanted you." At Mikey's understanding smile, April relaxed and straightened from the counter. "You're her person, now."

The young turtle smiled. "She'll always have a place for you, April. A place that isn't for anyone else in the whole world."

April looped an arm around his shoulders and was surprised that she had lift her toes a little. "Yeah," she agreed with a nod. "But you're her life. She really loves you." Gently knocking him in the head with her hands, she went on. "You'd better take good care of her, Mike."

"I will," he promised sincerely.