Disclaimer: TMNT belongs to some person who doesn't happen to be me. However, I do own Lona, and I'm proud of that.
A/N: okay, we're going into the future here…anyone got a flux capacitator? Anyway, this chapter and all the chapters after it take place about two months after the last chapter. Get it? Got it? Good. Oh, and I didn't mean to not answer your reviews in the last chapter, I just forgot. So here they are:
SaphireCat: You made cheesecake? I want some! Oh wait…I have some! Anyway, yeah, crying while laughing is an interesting feeling.
Chibiroseangel: Yay, I'm forgiven. Nice to see another Mikey fan, as always.
Pacphys: Well, I had to stick April in there somewhere. And I thought a girl's day out would be good for Lona.
Lona stretched as she woke up once again in Mikey's bed. She looked around, thinking that she should probably give Mikey his bed back sometime soon. She yawned, and forced herself to get up. Suddenly she realized it was Saturday. Only one thought passed through her mind. SATURDAY MORNING CARTOONS!!!
Lona quickly pulled on some sweatpants, falling onto Mikey's bed in the process. She put on a T-shirt and then put Mikey's huge sweatshirt on top of it. It was cold in the sewers. She hopped around the room pulling one of her socks on, then wasted five minutes looking for the other one. Giving up, she just grabbed a different sock from a different pair, so she had one white sock and one purple one.
She skidded out of Mikey's room and ran to the living room, leaping onto the couch. She grabbed the remote and pointed it towards the TV, about to press the 'on' button, when it was snatched from her hand by a big green one.
"Hey!" Lona yelled. "Come on Mikey! That's not funny! Saturday morning cartoons!"
Mikey grinned and leapt onto the couch next to her. "I know," he said. He pointed the clicker to the TV and put the channel on Cartoon Network.
Lona shook her head. "No no no no! Cartoon Network has crappy Saturday morning cartoons! Put it on Fox, or WB, but not Cartoon Network!"
Mikey sat back as the theme song to Scooby-Doo started to play. "Sorry dudette."
Lona could have torn her hair out in frustration. "Mikey! Not this! Scooby-Doo is the most predictable cartoon on the planet!" She glanced up as Scrappy-Doo made himself known on the television.
"AHH!! NO! NOT THIS!" Lona couldn't take it anymore. She leapt onto Mikey, reaching for the remote.
"Hey!" he said. "The remote is under my power!"
"No!" Lona yelled. "Fox!"
"Cartoon Network!"
"Fox!"
"Cartoon Network!"
"Mikey!"
"Lona!"
At this point Leonardo walked in, coming from meditation. He was going to say something about the noise Lona and Mikey were making. Upon entering the living room, Leo saw Mikey laying on the floor, valiantly trying to keep the remote away from Lona, who was kneeling on Mikey's chest.
Leo raised an eyeridge and walked away. Maybe he wouldn't say anything after all.
Lona stood up triumphant, pushing her hair out of her face. She held the remote in front of Mikey. "Maybe next week," she said sweetly. Mikey grumbled a little, but soon settled down to watch cartoons with Lona.
When the Saturday morning cartoons ended, Lona stood up. "I'm hungry." She said. Mikey pretended he was thinking really hard. "Me too," he said finally, and got up as well.
Lona giggled and shook her head. She looked up as Master Splinter walked in. "'Morning, sensei," she greeted him, still giggling.
"Good morning Lona," Splinter answered back, a confused look growing on his face. "Is there a particular reason you have two different colored socks on?"
Lona blushed and looked down at her feet. She opened her mouth to say something, but Mikey beat her to it. "My girl just likes being original," he provided.
Splinter just muttered something about kids, and went on his way to the kitchen.
Lona turned to Mikey, an angry look on her face, but her smile giving her away. "Mikey," she said. "I am not your girl. I'm nobody's anything." She poked him in the chest. "Got it?"
Mikey nodded, grinning his head off, as was Lona. "Whatever."
Lona slapped him playfully, and made her way to the kitchen, most likely to discuss some thick book she had read with Leo.
As Mikey watched Lona disappear into the kitchen, he rolled his eyes. She still didn't get it. He sighed, and joined the rest of the family in the kitchen.
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Monday morning was hectic. Lona's school started at seven-thirty, and it was already seven. "I've got time, I've got time!" Lona panicked.
Mikey held her messenger bag out to her. "Lona, relax. It's only seven."
Lona stopped her rush in looking for her history book and turned to look at Mikey. "I know! But it takes half an hour for me to get there!" She smiled gratefully at Donnie, who had just appeared with her history book in his hand. She stuffed it in her bag.
"Come on, Mikey!" She said exasperatedly, already at the door.
Since Lona had gone back to school two weeks ago, Leo had insisted that one of the turtles escort her every morning. Mikey usually volunteered, and today was no exception.
"Alright, alright!" he said, pulling on his trench coat and hat. "Let's go."
On the busy sidewalks of New York, Lona kept nervously looking at her watch. "We're gonna be late…" she mumbled.
Mikey couldn't help chuckling a little. "Lona," he said. "I have an idea." Mikey picked her up in his arms, schoolbooks and all, and carefully leapt across the roofs of New York City.
Fifteen minutes later Mikey deposited a very freaked out Lona in front of her school. "Mikey!" she hissed. "You know I hate heights!"
"I know." Mikey said simply. "But you hate being late even more." Watching him leave, Lona shook her head. When did he get to know me so well?
In Biology, Lona sat doodling. Her best friend Ruby who happened to sit next to her elbowed her in the ribs.
"Ow!" Lona whispered. "What the heck was that for?"
"Pay attention," Ruby whispered back. "You know how poorly you do on Bio quizzes, and you won't do any better if you don't pay attention!"
"Yeah, yeah…" Lona said absently. "Like you do better." Ruby giggled.
"Lona? Is there something you should tell us?" the teacher at the front of the room asked. Yeah, how about you suck at teaching? "No, Ms. Homebody," Lona answered. "I'm good."
Ms. Homebody strode over to Lona's desk and peered down at her notebook. Lona tried to cover it, but she was too slow.
"Hmm…" Ms. Homebody sneered, looking down at Lona's notebook. "Lona, I hardly think drawing pictures of some kind of ninja lizard is going to help you do better on the test. Pay better attention." The teacher turned just in time to miss Lona stick her tongue out at her.
"You really should pay better attention in biology, Lona," Ruby scolded at lunch.
Lona scoffed. "Oh, sure Ruby, I'm not the one writing novels in the middle of biology! Besides…if I really need help, I can just get Do- I mean, a tutor to help me."
Ruby rolled her eyes.
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"So, how was school dudette?" Mikey asked, as Lona met up with him behind a stone wall.
Lona shrugged. "Boring. Tiring. Annoying." she smiled at him. "But ninja stealth is a perfect way to sneak out of a pep rally."
Mikey thought for a minute. "Well, come on then, let's get your mind off school for a while." He started walking away.
Lona shrugged and slung her bag over her shoulder. "Lead the way."
Mikey turned around. "Close your eyes, I have a surprise."
Lona closed her eyes, and felt Mikey's hand take hers and gently pull her along. They walked for a while, and then Mikey suddenly stopped, causing Lona to walk straight into his shell. "Mikey!"
"Sorry," he said. "You can open your eyes now."
Lona opened her eyes and found herself standing on the very top of a large office building. She yelled and immediately moved back from the edge. "Mikey!" she said. "I-"
"You're afraid of heights." Mikey interrupted. "I know. But if you want to come out with us like you said you wanted to, you can't be afraid of heights. This is how we get around." He watched her carefully. "We're going to work around your fear of heights."
Lona nodded, still carefully looking up, on the roof, anywhere but down. Mikey came up to her. "The first thing you have to do, is get used to it." He walked over to the edge, and sat, dangling his feet. He motioned to her. "Come on," he said. "I promise nothing will happen to you."
Lona reluctantly made her way over to the edge and carefully sat down. "See?" he said. "Nothing happened."
Lona smiled. "Now what?"
"Nothing," Mikey answered, leaning back.
"Nothing?" Lona was confused.
"Nothing for today, anyway. We have to take it a little at a time."
"Oh."
Lona was quiet, looking over the city of New York. "I feel silly, being afraid of heights," Lona admitted finally. "Especially now, since I live with a bunch of trained ninjas."
Mikey smiled and shook his head. "Lona, did you know Leo was afraid of heights?"
Lona looked over at him, to see if he was joking. If he was, he was doing a pretty good job of hiding it.
"No, I didn't." she said. "That's…weird. I didn't think he was afraid of anything."
Mikey laughed. "Neither did I. But, turns out he was. He got over it. You can get over it too."
Lona was quiet. Suddenly, she reached over and kissed him.
Mikey stared at her in shock. "What was that for?" he asked.
Lona wrapped her arms around her knees. "I like you Michelangelo." She said, starting to giggle.
Mikey picked her up in his arms and kissed her back. "I like you too."
Lona raised her head, about to kiss him again, when suddenly her eyes widened.
"What?" Mikey asked her, setting her back on her feet.
Lona backed up a bit. "Mikey….are there supposed to be fifty ninjas jumping towards us?"
Mikey turned. Sure enough, there were quite a few ninjas dressed in the Foot uniform, though maybe not quite fifty. He slowly drew his nunchucks. "Shell."
A/N: Ms. Homebody?? I have no idea where that came from. So, we're back to the cliffies. Thought I'd give you a break last chapter, lol. Man, I'm just updating like a wild person over here, aren't I? My friend calls this the "I wrote it and can't wait to show it to you" story. Anyway, enjoy.