A.N.: Here's some more y'all. =0)
Chapter 21: When he gets home.
"Hey, Raph. Where've you been?" Leonardo asked. "We've been looking for you."
"Yeah, dude," Michaelangelo piped up. "Wanted to know if you wanna go see a movie."
"Might as well," Raphael replied. "Got nothing better to do."
"Did Donnie take Lana to that party she was invited to?" Leonardo queried. "I know he promised to take her."
"No. I just did."
"You took her to the party?" Michaelangelo gasped. "Why?"
"Donnie never came back. He'd said he'd be no later than twelve thirty," Raphael told them, then lied. "I took her there at twelve forty- five and got her there by one."
He'd lied about what time he left because he knew Leonardo would have a fit if he knew that he'd sped with Lana on the back of his bike.
"That's not like Donnie," Michaelangelo thought aloud. "He always keeps his promises to Lana, no matter what."
"I wonder where he is," Leonardo wondered. "You don't think old Shred- head captured him, do you?"
"Knowing how much he means to Lana? Never," Raphael answered. "Old Shred-head may be mean, but not that mean. He'd be sure to catch Donnie last outta all of us just to keep Lana happy."
"You don't think it was one of our other enemies, do you?" Michaelangelo questioned. "I know the Rat King wouldn't 'cause he knows Lana. But the others don't know 'bout her relationship with Donnie. They could've easily captured him."
"Who knows," Raphael shrugged. "Now are we gonna see that movie or what?"
"Maybe we should stay here and see if he turns up," Leonardo suggested. "Besides, without him here, someone's gotta stay home in case Lana calls."
"Damn him!" Raphael muttered, then said, "Look. You guys go. I'll stay here and see if he comes back."
"Raph, doing something nice?" Michaelangelo gasped. "Whoa."
"Shove it Mikey," Raphael snapped. "I just wanna be here so I can pound him for not coming back when he was supposed to."
"Ah, I knew there was a Raph reason for him wanting to stay," Leonardo smiled. "C'mon Mikey. Let's go catch the movie."
"Besides," Raphael thought, as he watched his brothers leave. "I promised Lana I'd be the one picking her up. Unlike Donnie, I stay true to my word."
Chapter 22: After the party.
"Hey Raph!" Lana grinned running over to him.
"Hey Kid," Raphael replied. "How was the circus?"
"It was so cool," Lana gushed. "We saw trapeze artists, tight rope walkers, lions, tigers, poodles, and elephants!"
"What? No clowns?" Raphael teased.
"Yeah," she mumbled. "They were there."
"What's wrong then? Don't like clowns?"
"No," she said flatly. "And now they all know it too."
"Oh," Raphael responded, feeling kind of bad for teasing her. "So. Were there elephant rides?"
She brightened. "Yeppers!"
"You get to ride one?"
"Yep!" She beamed. "We all did. I was the only one who got to go with Jeff though."
"Why's that?" He queried, as he helped her onto the bike.
"He said he'd only go on one if I were the only person on the elephant with him."
"Uh-huh," Raphael nodded slightly. "I see."
He drove home, going slower than he had the last time. Once home he helped her off, then reminded her that the Chipmunk special was on in five minutes. She thanked him and hurried to the lair to watch her program.
Raphael entered the lair a few minutes later and went to the practice room to practice. He'd just started when he suddenly heard the T.V.
Watch out 'cause here we come. It's been awhile but we're back with style. Know that we'll have some fun. We'll bring you action and satisfaction. We're the Chipmunks. C-H-I-P-M-U-N-K. We're the Chipmunks. Guaranteed to brighten your day, when you feel like a louse. Give us a call wheel, give you a la. And will you feel like a song. Tune into action, sing right along. We're the Chipmunks. Coming and going forever you know. We're the Chipmunks. Alvin, Simon, Theodore. Doo, do. Doo do doo do. Do do. Doo do doo do.
He chuckled to himself. "Figures she'd turn it up full blast for the theme song."
He went on practicing for awhile. He practiced right up until Lana came in to say goodnight.
"Night Kid."
"Um.Raph?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's Donnie?"
"I dunno. Why? Ain't he back yet?"
She shook her head. "No."
Raphael shrugged. "Sorry. I don't know."
"If he comes back after I go to bed, can you remind him that he lied to me?"
"Sure Kid. Now go get some sleep."
"Night Raph."
"Night Lana."
He watched as she ran out of the room and heard her yell.
"Leo! You owe me a story!"
Raphael rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Crazy kid," he muttered.
Chapter 23: A couple days later.
Donatello walked into the lair whistling and in a wonderful mood. Little did he know that that good mood would soon be leaving him.
"Donnie!" Leonardo yelled. "Where the hell have you been?"
"I went to a scientists convention," Donatello told him. "Why?"
"You could've called, you know," Raphael snapped. "Jeez. Poor Lana's been worried sick, as has Master Splinter."
"Why would they worry?" Donatello asked. "I said I was going out."
"Yeah, and that you'd be back by twelve thirty to take Lana to the birthday party," Raphael rejoined angrily. "The poor kid almost missed the party 'cause of you."
"I was going to take her, but wound up talking to some scientist friends, who asked if I wanted to go to the convention with them," Donatello replied. "I would've called, but I forgot, and when I went to use my turtle com, it wouldn't work."
"Dude, you designed them, so you can easily fix them," Michaelangelo piped up. "You're the logical one."
"Donatello, you are back?" Splinter said surprised as he entered the den. "Where have you been?"
"At a convention," Donatello shrugged. "I don't see what the big deal is."
Lana came flying into the room then. "Donnie!"
She hugged him, then shoved him back forcefully.
"You lied!" She hissed.
"Lana, I can't remember everything," Donatello told her. "I just forgot."
"Thanks a hell of a lot!" She shouted. "I almost missed the circus 'cause of you!"
"Lana, watch your language," Donatello warned.
"Augh!" She growled, as she began to hit him repeatedly with a couch pillow.
"Whoa there Small Fry," Raphael said, pulling her away from Donatello. "Why don't you and Mikey go for a walk while Leo and I blast Donnie, okay?"
"But." She tried, but stopped when Raphael gave her a Look.
"C'mon Munchkin," Michaelangelo smiled. "Let's go exploring."
Lana sighed. "Alright."
Once the two of them had left Leonardo, Raphael, and Splinter began to blast Donatello for taking off and not letting anyone know where he was going.
Chapter 24: On the walk.
"Mikey?"
"Yeah, Lana?"
"Why'd Donnie lie?"
"I dunno Kiddo."
"He's not gonna get away with taking off and lying, is he?"
"I don't think so."
"Good. 'Cause he never lets me get away with it."
Michaelangelo chuckled. "You've a point there."
"Where are we going?"
"Wherever you want," Michaelangelo shrugged. "It don't matter to me."
"Mm." Lana thought. "Can we go to Central Park?"
"Well.I'm supposed to have my hat and trench coat if I go up top.." Michaelangelo trailed off. "I don't have it on me, and we can't go back just yet, so."
"We can't go," Lana finished. "Figures."
"Sorry. I'd take you, but you know the rules."
"I think we need new ones 'cause the ones we got stink."
Michaelangelo smiled. "Yeah, I guess they do kinda stink, don't they?"
Lana grinned at him suddenly. "You wanna see my secret spot that no one knows 'bout?"
"Not even Jeff."
"Duh! Mikey! Jeff don't know I live down here."
"Oh, yeah, right."
"C'mon. I'll show you. You can be the only one who knows where it is, in case of an emergency."
"Okay. Sure. Let's go."
Lana then dragged Michaelangelo throughout the sewers until she finally reached her secret spot.
"You swear to secrecy?" She asked seriously.
"Yep."
"Say it. I, Michaelangelo, solemnly swear not to tell a soul where Lana's secret hideout is."
"I, Michaelangelo."
Chapter 25: Meanwhile at the lair.
"Donatello, how could you break a promise to the child?" Splinter demanded. "I thought that you were the responsible one out of the four."
"I am responsible," Donatello replied. "Nobody's perfect, you know."
"He didn't say you were, Donatello," Raphael snapped. "That's Leo's department."
"Hey!" Leonardo exclaimed.
Raphael ignored him and continued. "You didn't have to see the look of worry and disappointment on her face. We did."
"Everyone gets like that at times," Donatello shrugged.
"How the hell can you not care 'bout the fact that you, of all people, hurt her?" Leonardo yelled. "She's not our responsibility! She's yours!"
"But."
"Your brothers are right, my son," Splinter spoke up. "We all love Lana, but she is your responsibility, and not anyone else's. We will always help you look after her, but you are the one she will need the most."
"Excuse me for helping an orphan!" Donatello shouted. "You were the one who told me to keep her, Sensei! She should be your responsibility, not mine!"
"What? You saying you don't love her?" Raphael retorted.
"You saying you do, Raph?" Donatello returned.
"Who says I am?" Raphael shot-back. "Just 'cause I don't care don't mean you gotta try and pin all the damn blame on me!"
"Whatever," Donatello said with a quick shake of his head. "I don't need this shit."
"Donatello, what ever has gotten into you?" Splinter queried, as his son began to walk away. "I have never seen you like this before."
"Lana's what's gotten into me, alright?" Donatello hollered, turning back toward his master. "Everytime I turn around she's there getting in my way! I'm sick of it!"
"She gets in our way too, you know," Leonardo told him bitterly. "But you don't see us breaking promises to her and making her worry like you wouldn't believe."
"I don't give a damn what you do or don't do!" Donatello bellowed. "I needed a damn break from being her frigin' guardian!"
"You think I never needed a break from you and your brothers?" Splinter challenged. "Hmm?"
"I don't give a shit if you did or not!" Donatello riposted. "You had the ability to go wherever the hell you wanted without telling anyone, yet for some reason I don't!"
Splinter glared at his furious son, and spoke calmly, but sternly. "Donatello. Ten flips. Now."
"No!" Donatello growled. "I won't!"
His brother in blue looked at him surprised. Jeez. Even his brother in red looked on in disbelief, for not even he had the guts to refuse their sensei's punishments.
"Donatello."
"Screw you!" Donatello snarled.
That was it. Master Splinter had had enough then. Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly took his cane and swiped his son's feet out from under him. He watched as Donatello fell to the floor, and groaned as he'd landed on his shell pretty hard.
Donatello looked up at his father, who had his walking stick jammed into his chest to keep him on the ground.
"Don't you ever disrespect me again," Splinter stated. "Now, I would advise you to do those ten flips before I get angrier than I am."
Donatello glared at his sensei as he lifted his walking stick off him, then got up, brushed himself off, and headed to the practice room to do his ten flips.
Chapter 26: Months later.
"Lana, do you feel alright?" Donatello asked. "You don't look so good."
"I'm fine," she muttered.
"You sure?"
"Yes!" She exclaimed.
"Well, then, get ready for school. You have that math test and field trip today."
She groaned inwardly, but went to get ready anyway. Once she was ready, Donatello dropped her off at school, then took off to do the grocery shopping.
"Hey Lana!" Jeff yelled, waving as he hurried over to her.
"Hi Jeff," Lana mumbled.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, forcing a small smile. "You ready for that math test?"
"No, not really. You?"
She shook her head. "No."
The bell rang then, and they quickly hurried into the school, as not to b late. After they'd taken their math test, they all climbed onto a bus to go to Old MacDonald's farm. On the bus, Jeff and Lana made sure to sit next to one another. During the ride there, Lana threw up, but insisted it was just carsickness. They finally reached the farm, and began to sing and laugh.
"Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O! And on his farm he had some pigs. E-I- E-I-O! With an oink oink here, and an oink oink there. Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink oink. Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O! And on his farm he had a cow. E-I-E-I-O! With a."
While Jeff sang along loudly, Lana just mumbled the words under her breath.
"Lana, are you sure you're okay?" Jeff asked worriedly, for his best friend was as white as a sheet.
"I told you, I'm fine," Lana snapped unintentionally.
"Okay," Jeff shrugged. "You say so."
And she was fine. She was fine until they went into the barn that is. Once the horrible stench reached her nose, she began to gag repeatedly.
"Lana, what's wrong?" Jeff questioned.
Lana continued to gag, then suddenly threw up.
"Eew!" Was the unanimous sound.
Jeff looked worried, but pulled her into a hug as she started to cry.
"I want Donnie," she whimpered. "I wanna go home."
"Ms. Bananabee!" Jeff cried. "Lana's sick!"
Ms. Bananabee scurried over to where Jeff was standing with Lana.
"Lana, what's wrong Dear?" Ms. Bananabee queried. "Are you feeling alright?"
"No," Lana pouted.
"Does Donatello know you're sick?" Ms. Bananabee interrogated.
"Not really," Lana replied incoherently. "He asked, but."
"You told him no, right?"
"Yeah."
"Lana, I'm going to call home and see if I can get a hold of Donatello," Ms. Bananabee said. "Wait outside near the bus. Jeff go with her."
"Yes, Ms. Bananabee," Jeff answered.
A little while later, Lana saw Raphael's motorcycle pull up next to the bus. Lana waved good-bye to Ms. Bananabee and, with Jeff's help, walked over to where Raphael was.
"Hey Kid," Raphael riposted. "Not feeling so good, eh?"
She shook her head slowly, immediately wishing she hadn't done so as it made her dizzy.
"You think you can hold onto me?" Raphael queried. "Or are you too sick to do so?"
"I'll hold on," she grumbled.
"Hop on then," Raphael replied. "And make it quick. I don't need someone getting a good look at me."
Suddenly, he noticed Jeff standing there wide-eyed.
"You're a.a." Jeff tried, but found he couldn't get his words out.
"Don't say nothing," Raphael stated, giving him a Look. "I mean it Jeff. Don't say a word."
"How."
"You're Lana's best friend," Raphael replicated. "I've seen your picture and you numerous times. You're all Lana ever talks about."
"Oh," Jeff nodded slightly.
"This is our lil' secret, alright? We don't want anyone to try and take Lana away, now do we?"
Jeff shook his head. "No. I'll keep quiet. I promise."
"Bye Jeff," Lana whispered. "And thanks."
Jeff smiled at her. "No prob."
Raphael roared off then, with Lana clinging to him.
"You okay, Kid?" Raphael checked as they neared the lair. "You're awfully quiet."
"Fine," she muttered, burying her head into his shell.
Once home, Raphael picked her up and carried her to bed, as she was too exhausted and dizzy to make it there herself.
Chapter 27: Later that day.
"How you feeling?" Raphael asked, as he entered Lana's room. "You feel any better than before?"
She groaned slightly. "No."
"Here," Raphael said, passing her a bowl of soup. "Maybe this will make you feel a bit better."
"I doubt it, but I'll try."
Raphael felt bad, for he'd never seen her this sick before. Sure she'd had the flu and numerous colds over the years, but never had she looked as she did at that very moment. She looked so small and fragile and lifeless. He wanted nothing more than to make her better right then and there, but knew he couldn't and had to let things take its course.
"Raph?" She croaked.
"Yeah, Kiddo?"
"Will you read me a story? Please?"
Raphael looked at the pale face staring back at him, and for the first time ever, felt his heart ache.
"Dammit!" He thought. "She's killing me!"
He sighed. "Sure Kid. What book do you want?"
"Hmm. I want Charlotte's Web."
"Okay. Give me a minute to find it and make sure no one's coming."
Raphael did as he'd said, then made his way over to her bed.
"Scoot over."
She moved over some, and he sat down next to her to read the book.
"On a warm spring day." Raphael began.
Chapter 28: Next day.
"Hey Donnie," Lana smiled weakly, as she sat up some in her bed.
"Hey Kiddo," Donatello smiled warmly. "How are you feeling?"
"Like crap," she replied.
"Lana," Donatello said sternly. "Language."
She groaned. "Sorry."
"Here, I have something that might make you feel better."
He handed her a cup.
"Be careful. It's still kinda hot."
"What is it?" She asked, eyeing it suspiciously.
"Master Splinter's home remedy. Guaranteed to make you feel better by the end of the day."
"And if it don't.I mean, doesn't?"
Donatello shrugged. "Who knows. But it's worth a shot, is it not?"
She sighed, but took a sip of the green tea anyway.
"Blech!" She gagged. "Gross!"
"Well, nobody said it'd taste good," Donatello chuckled slightly. "Now drink up."
"Donnie!" She whined. "Do I have to?"
"Yes," Donatello nodded. "You wanna get better, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Lana mumbled, before taking another sip of the tea. "Yick!"
"Get some rest, alright?" Donatello said. "I have to go out for awhile, but Raphael will be here."
She pouted. "No Mikey?"
"Nope. Sorry Kiddo. Mikey went to the arcade."
"Damn!" She groaned.
"Lana, I'm not going to tell you again," Donatello stated. "Sick or not, you don't stop swearing and I'll take you over my knee, you hear?"
Lana nodded grimly. "Yes."
"Now, be good," he told her as he kissed her head. "You need anything, just give Raph a shout."
"Okay."
She watched quietly as Donatello left. Shortly after he'd left she became bored.
"Raph!" She called.
"What?" Raphael yelled from the den.
"I'm bored!"
"Read a book!" Raphael shouted.
"Will you read to me? Please?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"I'm busy!"
"But Raph!"
"Lana!" Raphael barked annoyed.
"Fine! Be mean!" She screamed. "See what I care!"
"Lana Marie!" Raphael roared. "Enough!"
"Hmph!" She thought. "What a grump. You'd figure he'd be nicer to me, seeing as I am sick."
She did what he'd suggested though, and read until she had to make a mad dash for the bathroom. She was so busying puking her guts out into the toilet bowl, that she didn't hear someone come in. She didn't know anyone was there, until she felt somebody rub her back. As soon as the hand touched her back, she tensed.
"It's okay, Kid," she heard Raphael say. "It's just me."
She groaned, as she adjusted herself so she could lean on him.
"Feeling like crap, eh?"
"No shit," she grumbled, then looked kind of scared. "Donnie's not home, is he?"
"No. Why?"
"Phew!" She sighed relieved, then asked worriedly, "You won't tell him I swore, will you?"
"Lana, I'm no tattletale, unless I've a good reason to be one," Raphael told her. "You swearing every so often is not a good enough excuse to tattle."
"Thank God," she sighed again.
"But, I will be in shit myself soon, if you don't stop repeating things you hear me say," he replicated. "I don't wanna be doing ten flips again. If I have to do them 'cause of you, I won't be the least bit happy, you hear?"
"Yes," she whispered, before winding up with her head back in the toilet bowl.
While she threw up Raphael rubbed her back gently, and comforted her, as he knew just how much she hated being sick. Hell, he knew exactly how much anyone hated being sick.
Once her stomach had finally settled some, he carried her back to bed and tucked her in. He gave her some gravel, then left her to get some rest once more.
She'd been asleep for about two hours, when Donatello came in to check on her.
"Lana," he called softly. "Lana, you gotta get up, Hun."
"Mmm," she groaned annoyed. "Go away."
"Sorry, but I need to take your temperature, Kiddo," he apologized. "Otherwise I'd let you sleep."
She opened her eyes and gave him a jaded (exhausted) glare.
Donatello took her temperature, frowned, then gave her a tylenol, and made her drink some more of the disgusting tea.
"Why do you always gotta be so mean?" She pouted. "You know that stuff's disgusting."
"Because I want you to get better," Donatello said softly, tucking her in again. "Now hush, and go back to sleep."
"But Donnie!" She whined. "All I've done is sleep!"
"Hey, you were the one grumbling a minute ago 'bout being woken up, not me," Donatello reminded her. "Besides, the more rest you get, the faster you'll get better."
"What if I don't wanna get better?" she queried. "Hmm?"
"Then you can be the one with your head in the throne for a longer period of time," he replied. "But since I know you don't want that, then I suggest you do as I said, and get some rest."
"I hate it when you're right," she mumbled as she closed her eyes and slowly drifted back to Lala Land.
"Poor kid," Donatello thought. "Home a day and already she's going stir crazy."
Chapter 29: Two weeks later.
"Hey Shredder!" Lana grinned as she entered the technodrome. "What's up?"
"Aren't you supposed to be home sick in bed?" Shredder interrogated.
"Donnie said since I'm feeling somewhat better I could go for a walk, as long as I don't go up top," she answered.
"Oh, really," Shredder said skeptically. "He did, now did he?"
"Yes," she stated firmly. "I don't lie, unless I think it's necessary, and right now it's not necessary."
"You'd better not be lying," Shredder began. "I don't wanna get tangled up in a web of lies."
"Why not? You're always in a web of lies," she shot-back. "You're a bad guy, so what the hell do you expect?"
"Why is it, everytime you come here, you annoy the hell out of me?" Shredder demanded. "Jeez. You're were a hell of a lot nicer when you were small. More respectful too."
"Fine, I'll leave then," Lana shrugged. "Just thought I'd pay you a visit, seeing as I haven't seen you in awhile. But, if you don't want me here."
"You wanna leave, leave," Shredder told her. "I'm not holding you back from doing what you wanna do. It doesn't matter to me what you do, just as long as you don't annoy the hell outta me anymore."
"Well, bye then," Lana said casually. "Oh, and I'm stealing Rocksteady."
"What? Why?"
"I wanna hang with him, problem?"
"Yes."
"Why? You need him to commit some crime, that the guys will just put a stop to in a matter of minutes?" Lana retorted. "You know, I can and will tell Donnie what you're up to, if you don't let me steal Rocksteady for awhile."
"Damn you!" Shredder muttered. "I knew I should've let April kidnap you when I had the chance."
"Whatever," Lana rejoined, before dragging Rocksteady out of the technodrome.
Chapter 30: Two years later.
"I'm going to Jeff's!" Lana called.
Leonardo looked up from his book and eyed her backpack. "You staying over at his place?"
"Yep," she nodded. "Donnie said I could."
"Did he also say you're allowed to walk there by yourself after dark?" Leonardo queried suspiciously.
"Well.I.um.no," she admitted.
"Lana," Leonardo began, "you know you're not allowed up top after dark by yourself. You're not even allowed to wander the sewer after dark by yourself."
"But." she protested.
Leonardo held up his hand, silencing her.
"You know you're supposed to get one of us to go with you."
She looked sheepishly at her feet. "I.I thought you'd be busy, that's all."
"Lana, we're never too busy to make sure you are safe from harm," Leonardo smiled lightly. "You ought to know that by now."
"Sorry," she mumbled. "I didn't think going to Jeff's was that big a deal."
"It is when it's dark out," Leonardo said. "Now, c'mon. I'll take you there."
"But it's not that far!" She cried. "Nothing's gonna happen to me if I walk a couple blocks by myself!"
"Lana Marie," Leonardo stated, as he put his book down, and stood up. "Either I take you there myself, or you don't go at all, no matter what Donnie said."
"But." she trailed off, as she looked at the angry turtle towering over her.
She sighed annoyed. "Fine. You win."
"Now was that so hard?" Leonardo asked, smiling slightly.
"Yes," she grumbled.
"I can still make it so you can't go," Leonardo reminded her. "I've say in the matter too, you know; not just Donnie."
She crossed her arms, did a little frustrated dance, then stood in, what they liked to call, her Raphael stance.
Leonardo gave her a Look, which told her she was trying his patience and had better smarten up or else.
"Problem?" He questioned.
She muttered something.
"What's that? I didn't hear you."
"No," she said simply, then asked, "Can we go now?"
"It's all depends."
"On what?"
"Whether or not you're going to lose the Raph attitude and treat me with some respect."
"Respect, respect, respect!" She thought. "That's all anyone ever talks about anymore, is respect."
"Well?" Leonardo pressed.
"Sorry," she said, only half meaning it, as she lost her Raphael stance and adjusted her backpack.
"Will you please take me to Jeff's, Leo?" She queried, finally looking at him. "Pretty please?"
"Give me a minute to grab my hat and coat," he replied.
She waited impatiently as he put his hat and trench coat on. Once he was ready, they left for Jeff's. Leonardo walked her to Jeff's house and stood at the end of the driveway to make sure she got in okay.
The door opened, revealing Jeff, who waved to Leonardo before letting Lana inside. Once inside, they both watched Leonardo, making sure he was gone for good, before going back outside.
"Are you sure about this?" Jeff asked.
"Yes," Lana told him. "I'm really sure about this."
"But what if we get caught?"
"Look. You told your Mom you were sleeping over at Drew's, and I told them I was coming here."
"What if they phone my Mom?"
"She'll tell them we went to Drew's for the night. You assured me she doesn't know his number off by heart, and the guys don't know it, nor where he lives, so they won't be able to get a hold of him or us. You also said she never wrote it down anywhere 'cause you never gave it to her, and I know it's not in the phone book 'cause I checked. This plan is sealed with a kiss."
"Sealed with a kiss?" Jeff repeated confused.
"A 'Kevin Is So Sexy' kiss," Lana smirked.
"I should've known," Jeff muttered.
The two of them hailed a cab, and were quickly headed off towards the Amsterdam Theatre, in Amsterdam, New York.
A.N.: Well, there's more coming. Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!!
Chapter 21: When he gets home.
"Hey, Raph. Where've you been?" Leonardo asked. "We've been looking for you."
"Yeah, dude," Michaelangelo piped up. "Wanted to know if you wanna go see a movie."
"Might as well," Raphael replied. "Got nothing better to do."
"Did Donnie take Lana to that party she was invited to?" Leonardo queried. "I know he promised to take her."
"No. I just did."
"You took her to the party?" Michaelangelo gasped. "Why?"
"Donnie never came back. He'd said he'd be no later than twelve thirty," Raphael told them, then lied. "I took her there at twelve forty- five and got her there by one."
He'd lied about what time he left because he knew Leonardo would have a fit if he knew that he'd sped with Lana on the back of his bike.
"That's not like Donnie," Michaelangelo thought aloud. "He always keeps his promises to Lana, no matter what."
"I wonder where he is," Leonardo wondered. "You don't think old Shred- head captured him, do you?"
"Knowing how much he means to Lana? Never," Raphael answered. "Old Shred-head may be mean, but not that mean. He'd be sure to catch Donnie last outta all of us just to keep Lana happy."
"You don't think it was one of our other enemies, do you?" Michaelangelo questioned. "I know the Rat King wouldn't 'cause he knows Lana. But the others don't know 'bout her relationship with Donnie. They could've easily captured him."
"Who knows," Raphael shrugged. "Now are we gonna see that movie or what?"
"Maybe we should stay here and see if he turns up," Leonardo suggested. "Besides, without him here, someone's gotta stay home in case Lana calls."
"Damn him!" Raphael muttered, then said, "Look. You guys go. I'll stay here and see if he comes back."
"Raph, doing something nice?" Michaelangelo gasped. "Whoa."
"Shove it Mikey," Raphael snapped. "I just wanna be here so I can pound him for not coming back when he was supposed to."
"Ah, I knew there was a Raph reason for him wanting to stay," Leonardo smiled. "C'mon Mikey. Let's go catch the movie."
"Besides," Raphael thought, as he watched his brothers leave. "I promised Lana I'd be the one picking her up. Unlike Donnie, I stay true to my word."
Chapter 22: After the party.
"Hey Raph!" Lana grinned running over to him.
"Hey Kid," Raphael replied. "How was the circus?"
"It was so cool," Lana gushed. "We saw trapeze artists, tight rope walkers, lions, tigers, poodles, and elephants!"
"What? No clowns?" Raphael teased.
"Yeah," she mumbled. "They were there."
"What's wrong then? Don't like clowns?"
"No," she said flatly. "And now they all know it too."
"Oh," Raphael responded, feeling kind of bad for teasing her. "So. Were there elephant rides?"
She brightened. "Yeppers!"
"You get to ride one?"
"Yep!" She beamed. "We all did. I was the only one who got to go with Jeff though."
"Why's that?" He queried, as he helped her onto the bike.
"He said he'd only go on one if I were the only person on the elephant with him."
"Uh-huh," Raphael nodded slightly. "I see."
He drove home, going slower than he had the last time. Once home he helped her off, then reminded her that the Chipmunk special was on in five minutes. She thanked him and hurried to the lair to watch her program.
Raphael entered the lair a few minutes later and went to the practice room to practice. He'd just started when he suddenly heard the T.V.
Watch out 'cause here we come. It's been awhile but we're back with style. Know that we'll have some fun. We'll bring you action and satisfaction. We're the Chipmunks. C-H-I-P-M-U-N-K. We're the Chipmunks. Guaranteed to brighten your day, when you feel like a louse. Give us a call wheel, give you a la. And will you feel like a song. Tune into action, sing right along. We're the Chipmunks. Coming and going forever you know. We're the Chipmunks. Alvin, Simon, Theodore. Doo, do. Doo do doo do. Do do. Doo do doo do.
He chuckled to himself. "Figures she'd turn it up full blast for the theme song."
He went on practicing for awhile. He practiced right up until Lana came in to say goodnight.
"Night Kid."
"Um.Raph?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's Donnie?"
"I dunno. Why? Ain't he back yet?"
She shook her head. "No."
Raphael shrugged. "Sorry. I don't know."
"If he comes back after I go to bed, can you remind him that he lied to me?"
"Sure Kid. Now go get some sleep."
"Night Raph."
"Night Lana."
He watched as she ran out of the room and heard her yell.
"Leo! You owe me a story!"
Raphael rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Crazy kid," he muttered.
Chapter 23: A couple days later.
Donatello walked into the lair whistling and in a wonderful mood. Little did he know that that good mood would soon be leaving him.
"Donnie!" Leonardo yelled. "Where the hell have you been?"
"I went to a scientists convention," Donatello told him. "Why?"
"You could've called, you know," Raphael snapped. "Jeez. Poor Lana's been worried sick, as has Master Splinter."
"Why would they worry?" Donatello asked. "I said I was going out."
"Yeah, and that you'd be back by twelve thirty to take Lana to the birthday party," Raphael rejoined angrily. "The poor kid almost missed the party 'cause of you."
"I was going to take her, but wound up talking to some scientist friends, who asked if I wanted to go to the convention with them," Donatello replied. "I would've called, but I forgot, and when I went to use my turtle com, it wouldn't work."
"Dude, you designed them, so you can easily fix them," Michaelangelo piped up. "You're the logical one."
"Donatello, you are back?" Splinter said surprised as he entered the den. "Where have you been?"
"At a convention," Donatello shrugged. "I don't see what the big deal is."
Lana came flying into the room then. "Donnie!"
She hugged him, then shoved him back forcefully.
"You lied!" She hissed.
"Lana, I can't remember everything," Donatello told her. "I just forgot."
"Thanks a hell of a lot!" She shouted. "I almost missed the circus 'cause of you!"
"Lana, watch your language," Donatello warned.
"Augh!" She growled, as she began to hit him repeatedly with a couch pillow.
"Whoa there Small Fry," Raphael said, pulling her away from Donatello. "Why don't you and Mikey go for a walk while Leo and I blast Donnie, okay?"
"But." She tried, but stopped when Raphael gave her a Look.
"C'mon Munchkin," Michaelangelo smiled. "Let's go exploring."
Lana sighed. "Alright."
Once the two of them had left Leonardo, Raphael, and Splinter began to blast Donatello for taking off and not letting anyone know where he was going.
Chapter 24: On the walk.
"Mikey?"
"Yeah, Lana?"
"Why'd Donnie lie?"
"I dunno Kiddo."
"He's not gonna get away with taking off and lying, is he?"
"I don't think so."
"Good. 'Cause he never lets me get away with it."
Michaelangelo chuckled. "You've a point there."
"Where are we going?"
"Wherever you want," Michaelangelo shrugged. "It don't matter to me."
"Mm." Lana thought. "Can we go to Central Park?"
"Well.I'm supposed to have my hat and trench coat if I go up top.." Michaelangelo trailed off. "I don't have it on me, and we can't go back just yet, so."
"We can't go," Lana finished. "Figures."
"Sorry. I'd take you, but you know the rules."
"I think we need new ones 'cause the ones we got stink."
Michaelangelo smiled. "Yeah, I guess they do kinda stink, don't they?"
Lana grinned at him suddenly. "You wanna see my secret spot that no one knows 'bout?"
"Not even Jeff."
"Duh! Mikey! Jeff don't know I live down here."
"Oh, yeah, right."
"C'mon. I'll show you. You can be the only one who knows where it is, in case of an emergency."
"Okay. Sure. Let's go."
Lana then dragged Michaelangelo throughout the sewers until she finally reached her secret spot.
"You swear to secrecy?" She asked seriously.
"Yep."
"Say it. I, Michaelangelo, solemnly swear not to tell a soul where Lana's secret hideout is."
"I, Michaelangelo."
Chapter 25: Meanwhile at the lair.
"Donatello, how could you break a promise to the child?" Splinter demanded. "I thought that you were the responsible one out of the four."
"I am responsible," Donatello replied. "Nobody's perfect, you know."
"He didn't say you were, Donatello," Raphael snapped. "That's Leo's department."
"Hey!" Leonardo exclaimed.
Raphael ignored him and continued. "You didn't have to see the look of worry and disappointment on her face. We did."
"Everyone gets like that at times," Donatello shrugged.
"How the hell can you not care 'bout the fact that you, of all people, hurt her?" Leonardo yelled. "She's not our responsibility! She's yours!"
"But."
"Your brothers are right, my son," Splinter spoke up. "We all love Lana, but she is your responsibility, and not anyone else's. We will always help you look after her, but you are the one she will need the most."
"Excuse me for helping an orphan!" Donatello shouted. "You were the one who told me to keep her, Sensei! She should be your responsibility, not mine!"
"What? You saying you don't love her?" Raphael retorted.
"You saying you do, Raph?" Donatello returned.
"Who says I am?" Raphael shot-back. "Just 'cause I don't care don't mean you gotta try and pin all the damn blame on me!"
"Whatever," Donatello said with a quick shake of his head. "I don't need this shit."
"Donatello, what ever has gotten into you?" Splinter queried, as his son began to walk away. "I have never seen you like this before."
"Lana's what's gotten into me, alright?" Donatello hollered, turning back toward his master. "Everytime I turn around she's there getting in my way! I'm sick of it!"
"She gets in our way too, you know," Leonardo told him bitterly. "But you don't see us breaking promises to her and making her worry like you wouldn't believe."
"I don't give a damn what you do or don't do!" Donatello bellowed. "I needed a damn break from being her frigin' guardian!"
"You think I never needed a break from you and your brothers?" Splinter challenged. "Hmm?"
"I don't give a shit if you did or not!" Donatello riposted. "You had the ability to go wherever the hell you wanted without telling anyone, yet for some reason I don't!"
Splinter glared at his furious son, and spoke calmly, but sternly. "Donatello. Ten flips. Now."
"No!" Donatello growled. "I won't!"
His brother in blue looked at him surprised. Jeez. Even his brother in red looked on in disbelief, for not even he had the guts to refuse their sensei's punishments.
"Donatello."
"Screw you!" Donatello snarled.
That was it. Master Splinter had had enough then. Without a moment's hesitation, he quickly took his cane and swiped his son's feet out from under him. He watched as Donatello fell to the floor, and groaned as he'd landed on his shell pretty hard.
Donatello looked up at his father, who had his walking stick jammed into his chest to keep him on the ground.
"Don't you ever disrespect me again," Splinter stated. "Now, I would advise you to do those ten flips before I get angrier than I am."
Donatello glared at his sensei as he lifted his walking stick off him, then got up, brushed himself off, and headed to the practice room to do his ten flips.
Chapter 26: Months later.
"Lana, do you feel alright?" Donatello asked. "You don't look so good."
"I'm fine," she muttered.
"You sure?"
"Yes!" She exclaimed.
"Well, then, get ready for school. You have that math test and field trip today."
She groaned inwardly, but went to get ready anyway. Once she was ready, Donatello dropped her off at school, then took off to do the grocery shopping.
"Hey Lana!" Jeff yelled, waving as he hurried over to her.
"Hi Jeff," Lana mumbled.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, forcing a small smile. "You ready for that math test?"
"No, not really. You?"
She shook her head. "No."
The bell rang then, and they quickly hurried into the school, as not to b late. After they'd taken their math test, they all climbed onto a bus to go to Old MacDonald's farm. On the bus, Jeff and Lana made sure to sit next to one another. During the ride there, Lana threw up, but insisted it was just carsickness. They finally reached the farm, and began to sing and laugh.
"Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O! And on his farm he had some pigs. E-I- E-I-O! With an oink oink here, and an oink oink there. Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink oink. Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O! And on his farm he had a cow. E-I-E-I-O! With a."
While Jeff sang along loudly, Lana just mumbled the words under her breath.
"Lana, are you sure you're okay?" Jeff asked worriedly, for his best friend was as white as a sheet.
"I told you, I'm fine," Lana snapped unintentionally.
"Okay," Jeff shrugged. "You say so."
And she was fine. She was fine until they went into the barn that is. Once the horrible stench reached her nose, she began to gag repeatedly.
"Lana, what's wrong?" Jeff questioned.
Lana continued to gag, then suddenly threw up.
"Eew!" Was the unanimous sound.
Jeff looked worried, but pulled her into a hug as she started to cry.
"I want Donnie," she whimpered. "I wanna go home."
"Ms. Bananabee!" Jeff cried. "Lana's sick!"
Ms. Bananabee scurried over to where Jeff was standing with Lana.
"Lana, what's wrong Dear?" Ms. Bananabee queried. "Are you feeling alright?"
"No," Lana pouted.
"Does Donatello know you're sick?" Ms. Bananabee interrogated.
"Not really," Lana replied incoherently. "He asked, but."
"You told him no, right?"
"Yeah."
"Lana, I'm going to call home and see if I can get a hold of Donatello," Ms. Bananabee said. "Wait outside near the bus. Jeff go with her."
"Yes, Ms. Bananabee," Jeff answered.
A little while later, Lana saw Raphael's motorcycle pull up next to the bus. Lana waved good-bye to Ms. Bananabee and, with Jeff's help, walked over to where Raphael was.
"Hey Kid," Raphael riposted. "Not feeling so good, eh?"
She shook her head slowly, immediately wishing she hadn't done so as it made her dizzy.
"You think you can hold onto me?" Raphael queried. "Or are you too sick to do so?"
"I'll hold on," she grumbled.
"Hop on then," Raphael replied. "And make it quick. I don't need someone getting a good look at me."
Suddenly, he noticed Jeff standing there wide-eyed.
"You're a.a." Jeff tried, but found he couldn't get his words out.
"Don't say nothing," Raphael stated, giving him a Look. "I mean it Jeff. Don't say a word."
"How."
"You're Lana's best friend," Raphael replicated. "I've seen your picture and you numerous times. You're all Lana ever talks about."
"Oh," Jeff nodded slightly.
"This is our lil' secret, alright? We don't want anyone to try and take Lana away, now do we?"
Jeff shook his head. "No. I'll keep quiet. I promise."
"Bye Jeff," Lana whispered. "And thanks."
Jeff smiled at her. "No prob."
Raphael roared off then, with Lana clinging to him.
"You okay, Kid?" Raphael checked as they neared the lair. "You're awfully quiet."
"Fine," she muttered, burying her head into his shell.
Once home, Raphael picked her up and carried her to bed, as she was too exhausted and dizzy to make it there herself.
Chapter 27: Later that day.
"How you feeling?" Raphael asked, as he entered Lana's room. "You feel any better than before?"
She groaned slightly. "No."
"Here," Raphael said, passing her a bowl of soup. "Maybe this will make you feel a bit better."
"I doubt it, but I'll try."
Raphael felt bad, for he'd never seen her this sick before. Sure she'd had the flu and numerous colds over the years, but never had she looked as she did at that very moment. She looked so small and fragile and lifeless. He wanted nothing more than to make her better right then and there, but knew he couldn't and had to let things take its course.
"Raph?" She croaked.
"Yeah, Kiddo?"
"Will you read me a story? Please?"
Raphael looked at the pale face staring back at him, and for the first time ever, felt his heart ache.
"Dammit!" He thought. "She's killing me!"
He sighed. "Sure Kid. What book do you want?"
"Hmm. I want Charlotte's Web."
"Okay. Give me a minute to find it and make sure no one's coming."
Raphael did as he'd said, then made his way over to her bed.
"Scoot over."
She moved over some, and he sat down next to her to read the book.
"On a warm spring day." Raphael began.
Chapter 28: Next day.
"Hey Donnie," Lana smiled weakly, as she sat up some in her bed.
"Hey Kiddo," Donatello smiled warmly. "How are you feeling?"
"Like crap," she replied.
"Lana," Donatello said sternly. "Language."
She groaned. "Sorry."
"Here, I have something that might make you feel better."
He handed her a cup.
"Be careful. It's still kinda hot."
"What is it?" She asked, eyeing it suspiciously.
"Master Splinter's home remedy. Guaranteed to make you feel better by the end of the day."
"And if it don't.I mean, doesn't?"
Donatello shrugged. "Who knows. But it's worth a shot, is it not?"
She sighed, but took a sip of the green tea anyway.
"Blech!" She gagged. "Gross!"
"Well, nobody said it'd taste good," Donatello chuckled slightly. "Now drink up."
"Donnie!" She whined. "Do I have to?"
"Yes," Donatello nodded. "You wanna get better, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Lana mumbled, before taking another sip of the tea. "Yick!"
"Get some rest, alright?" Donatello said. "I have to go out for awhile, but Raphael will be here."
She pouted. "No Mikey?"
"Nope. Sorry Kiddo. Mikey went to the arcade."
"Damn!" She groaned.
"Lana, I'm not going to tell you again," Donatello stated. "Sick or not, you don't stop swearing and I'll take you over my knee, you hear?"
Lana nodded grimly. "Yes."
"Now, be good," he told her as he kissed her head. "You need anything, just give Raph a shout."
"Okay."
She watched quietly as Donatello left. Shortly after he'd left she became bored.
"Raph!" She called.
"What?" Raphael yelled from the den.
"I'm bored!"
"Read a book!" Raphael shouted.
"Will you read to me? Please?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"I'm busy!"
"But Raph!"
"Lana!" Raphael barked annoyed.
"Fine! Be mean!" She screamed. "See what I care!"
"Lana Marie!" Raphael roared. "Enough!"
"Hmph!" She thought. "What a grump. You'd figure he'd be nicer to me, seeing as I am sick."
She did what he'd suggested though, and read until she had to make a mad dash for the bathroom. She was so busying puking her guts out into the toilet bowl, that she didn't hear someone come in. She didn't know anyone was there, until she felt somebody rub her back. As soon as the hand touched her back, she tensed.
"It's okay, Kid," she heard Raphael say. "It's just me."
She groaned, as she adjusted herself so she could lean on him.
"Feeling like crap, eh?"
"No shit," she grumbled, then looked kind of scared. "Donnie's not home, is he?"
"No. Why?"
"Phew!" She sighed relieved, then asked worriedly, "You won't tell him I swore, will you?"
"Lana, I'm no tattletale, unless I've a good reason to be one," Raphael told her. "You swearing every so often is not a good enough excuse to tattle."
"Thank God," she sighed again.
"But, I will be in shit myself soon, if you don't stop repeating things you hear me say," he replicated. "I don't wanna be doing ten flips again. If I have to do them 'cause of you, I won't be the least bit happy, you hear?"
"Yes," she whispered, before winding up with her head back in the toilet bowl.
While she threw up Raphael rubbed her back gently, and comforted her, as he knew just how much she hated being sick. Hell, he knew exactly how much anyone hated being sick.
Once her stomach had finally settled some, he carried her back to bed and tucked her in. He gave her some gravel, then left her to get some rest once more.
She'd been asleep for about two hours, when Donatello came in to check on her.
"Lana," he called softly. "Lana, you gotta get up, Hun."
"Mmm," she groaned annoyed. "Go away."
"Sorry, but I need to take your temperature, Kiddo," he apologized. "Otherwise I'd let you sleep."
She opened her eyes and gave him a jaded (exhausted) glare.
Donatello took her temperature, frowned, then gave her a tylenol, and made her drink some more of the disgusting tea.
"Why do you always gotta be so mean?" She pouted. "You know that stuff's disgusting."
"Because I want you to get better," Donatello said softly, tucking her in again. "Now hush, and go back to sleep."
"But Donnie!" She whined. "All I've done is sleep!"
"Hey, you were the one grumbling a minute ago 'bout being woken up, not me," Donatello reminded her. "Besides, the more rest you get, the faster you'll get better."
"What if I don't wanna get better?" she queried. "Hmm?"
"Then you can be the one with your head in the throne for a longer period of time," he replied. "But since I know you don't want that, then I suggest you do as I said, and get some rest."
"I hate it when you're right," she mumbled as she closed her eyes and slowly drifted back to Lala Land.
"Poor kid," Donatello thought. "Home a day and already she's going stir crazy."
Chapter 29: Two weeks later.
"Hey Shredder!" Lana grinned as she entered the technodrome. "What's up?"
"Aren't you supposed to be home sick in bed?" Shredder interrogated.
"Donnie said since I'm feeling somewhat better I could go for a walk, as long as I don't go up top," she answered.
"Oh, really," Shredder said skeptically. "He did, now did he?"
"Yes," she stated firmly. "I don't lie, unless I think it's necessary, and right now it's not necessary."
"You'd better not be lying," Shredder began. "I don't wanna get tangled up in a web of lies."
"Why not? You're always in a web of lies," she shot-back. "You're a bad guy, so what the hell do you expect?"
"Why is it, everytime you come here, you annoy the hell out of me?" Shredder demanded. "Jeez. You're were a hell of a lot nicer when you were small. More respectful too."
"Fine, I'll leave then," Lana shrugged. "Just thought I'd pay you a visit, seeing as I haven't seen you in awhile. But, if you don't want me here."
"You wanna leave, leave," Shredder told her. "I'm not holding you back from doing what you wanna do. It doesn't matter to me what you do, just as long as you don't annoy the hell outta me anymore."
"Well, bye then," Lana said casually. "Oh, and I'm stealing Rocksteady."
"What? Why?"
"I wanna hang with him, problem?"
"Yes."
"Why? You need him to commit some crime, that the guys will just put a stop to in a matter of minutes?" Lana retorted. "You know, I can and will tell Donnie what you're up to, if you don't let me steal Rocksteady for awhile."
"Damn you!" Shredder muttered. "I knew I should've let April kidnap you when I had the chance."
"Whatever," Lana rejoined, before dragging Rocksteady out of the technodrome.
Chapter 30: Two years later.
"I'm going to Jeff's!" Lana called.
Leonardo looked up from his book and eyed her backpack. "You staying over at his place?"
"Yep," she nodded. "Donnie said I could."
"Did he also say you're allowed to walk there by yourself after dark?" Leonardo queried suspiciously.
"Well.I.um.no," she admitted.
"Lana," Leonardo began, "you know you're not allowed up top after dark by yourself. You're not even allowed to wander the sewer after dark by yourself."
"But." she protested.
Leonardo held up his hand, silencing her.
"You know you're supposed to get one of us to go with you."
She looked sheepishly at her feet. "I.I thought you'd be busy, that's all."
"Lana, we're never too busy to make sure you are safe from harm," Leonardo smiled lightly. "You ought to know that by now."
"Sorry," she mumbled. "I didn't think going to Jeff's was that big a deal."
"It is when it's dark out," Leonardo said. "Now, c'mon. I'll take you there."
"But it's not that far!" She cried. "Nothing's gonna happen to me if I walk a couple blocks by myself!"
"Lana Marie," Leonardo stated, as he put his book down, and stood up. "Either I take you there myself, or you don't go at all, no matter what Donnie said."
"But." she trailed off, as she looked at the angry turtle towering over her.
She sighed annoyed. "Fine. You win."
"Now was that so hard?" Leonardo asked, smiling slightly.
"Yes," she grumbled.
"I can still make it so you can't go," Leonardo reminded her. "I've say in the matter too, you know; not just Donnie."
She crossed her arms, did a little frustrated dance, then stood in, what they liked to call, her Raphael stance.
Leonardo gave her a Look, which told her she was trying his patience and had better smarten up or else.
"Problem?" He questioned.
She muttered something.
"What's that? I didn't hear you."
"No," she said simply, then asked, "Can we go now?"
"It's all depends."
"On what?"
"Whether or not you're going to lose the Raph attitude and treat me with some respect."
"Respect, respect, respect!" She thought. "That's all anyone ever talks about anymore, is respect."
"Well?" Leonardo pressed.
"Sorry," she said, only half meaning it, as she lost her Raphael stance and adjusted her backpack.
"Will you please take me to Jeff's, Leo?" She queried, finally looking at him. "Pretty please?"
"Give me a minute to grab my hat and coat," he replied.
She waited impatiently as he put his hat and trench coat on. Once he was ready, they left for Jeff's. Leonardo walked her to Jeff's house and stood at the end of the driveway to make sure she got in okay.
The door opened, revealing Jeff, who waved to Leonardo before letting Lana inside. Once inside, they both watched Leonardo, making sure he was gone for good, before going back outside.
"Are you sure about this?" Jeff asked.
"Yes," Lana told him. "I'm really sure about this."
"But what if we get caught?"
"Look. You told your Mom you were sleeping over at Drew's, and I told them I was coming here."
"What if they phone my Mom?"
"She'll tell them we went to Drew's for the night. You assured me she doesn't know his number off by heart, and the guys don't know it, nor where he lives, so they won't be able to get a hold of him or us. You also said she never wrote it down anywhere 'cause you never gave it to her, and I know it's not in the phone book 'cause I checked. This plan is sealed with a kiss."
"Sealed with a kiss?" Jeff repeated confused.
"A 'Kevin Is So Sexy' kiss," Lana smirked.
"I should've known," Jeff muttered.
The two of them hailed a cab, and were quickly headed off towards the Amsterdam Theatre, in Amsterdam, New York.
A.N.: Well, there's more coming. Adios! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTCPA & KTCPA & KTJTTPA!!!!!!