Donatello was thirsty. He decided to go and get some juice from the fridge. However as he exited his room, he heard Leonardo's voice, then Hope's. Oh, he thought, I wonder if they're talking about me? He couldn't quite hear, but he did hear his name. So they were talking about him. He listened harder, in hope he'd hear something worthwhile.
"Do you love him?" His brother asked. Donatello stifled a gasp, eager to hear Hope's reply, he stood motionless, all his ninja skills in full effect.
"No. He's just a distraction." Donatello couldn't believe his ears. Was that all she thought of him? A distraction? So he had been right all along, she didn't want him. How dare she? He'd had enough of obsessing over her. He needed a quick fix in order to get over her. And he knew just the thing.
He turned back and crept silently to his room where the sleeping April lay on a mattress next to his bed.
"April. Wake up."
"What is it Donnie?"
"That night you came into my room. Was I just a rebound? Were you just using me because your marriage broke down and you knew I'd be an easy target?" He demanded.
April was taken aback by his forwardness, but it forced her to think about why she really did it.
"Yes. I needed closeness and I knew how you felt about me." She admitted.
"Good." He replied, took a step in, pulled her face towards his and started passionately kissing her.
