I woke to a knock on my door.

"Raiya?" Olivia's voice made any drowsiness within my body completely vaporize. My eyes shot open and I bolted upright in my bed.

"Yeah?" I said tentatively.

"Scrambled or fried eggs?" I released a huge breath, falling back onto my bed in relief.

"Scrambled."

"Okay, get up sleepy head. Breakfast is almost ready and I have to tell you all about my date!" I groaned. Yay. I smoothed my hair and shuffled to the edge of my bed, almost stepping on a huge shell bearing a red Japanese symbol in the process. I held back a scream.

"Raph!?" I hissed.

"Could you have snored any louder last night?" He growled, turning his head to look up at me and raising a brow at my momentary confusion and surprise. "The hell are you freaking out about?" He demanded. I stepped around him in annoyance.

"Oh give me a break, my Alzheimer's kicked in and I forgot you were here."

"No worries, Grannie." I ignored the teasing and grabbed a sweater from my closet.

"You have to be quiet, Olivia can't know you're here," I whispered, pulling it on over my head. He flipped onto his back and sat up, rolling his eyes at the same time.

"I'm a ninja. She'll never know I'm here." He balled up my Jasmine blanket and tossed it. I snatched it from the air and quickly folded it, returning it to it's place before heading to my bathroom.

After detangling my hair and brushing my teeth, I returned to my bedroom and found Raphael sitting at my desk, flipping through a book. My sketch book. I cursed under my breath and snatched it from him, throwing it onto my untidy bed instead.

"Don't touch my shit," I hissed the reminder. He held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, chill out."

"I'm serious, don't go through anything. Olivia will leave soon," I sighed and rubbed my face, "I just have to listen to her talk about her date first." Raph crossed his arms.

"What the hell am I supposed to do while you talk for five hours? Sit here?" I ignored him and left my room, closing the door quietly behind me.

"How was it?" I asked, walking into the kitchen. Olivia stood at the stove, cooking the eggs in a pan. She glanced back at me with a huge smile.

"Raiy I am in love with this guy!" She said. "I swear I'm going to marry him." I raised an eyebrow.

"So it went well?"

"It went amazing! Andy's so sweet, and funny, and smart, and sweet, and-oh wait, I already said that," she was practically bouncing on her feet.

"Where'd he take you?"

"To Blossom." I wrinkled my nose at the mention of the vegan restaurant, but she sighed dreamily as if it were a fantasy.

"It was so much fun. We talked about family at first. He grew up here with his parents, an older brother who moved to Canada and an older sister who moved to Chicago a few years ago. So now he lives in an apartment with his border terrier, Kota," she looked at me pointedly. "And his parents live a few blocks away. Then we got talking about our jobs and how he's been studying in physiology for years now and-"

"How old is this guy?" I asked warily.

"Oh he's only twenty-five. Anyways, he's so smart, he must know everything there is to know about the human body..."

I sat through her long and tiresome description of their date, all the while trying to maintain my best interested expression and not fall back asleep.

"We need to find you a man," she decided, setting a plate of eggs down in front of me. I snorted and picked up a fork.

"No thanks."

"Why not?" She frowned. "Then we could go on double dates!"

"Well the first step here is finding someone that would actually talk to me."

"You're telling me there isn't a single guy in your school that talks to you?"

"Nope," not ever since I went to school blabbing to my few friends about my shadow saviour. "Not unless they need help with their physics homework." She waved her hand.

"That's alright. Maybe you'll meet someone at the zoo." I groaned.

"I have to be there today from one to four-thirty instead of going to flight training."

"Oh you poor thing, I work all day. Which reminds me, I should be leaving soon." She began to wash the dishes sitting in the sink when I stopped her,

"Liv don't worry, I can clean up."

"Okay, thank you!" She said, heading into her room to finish getting ready. I finished my eggs off and set my plate beside the sink, then grabbed a container of vanilla yogurt from the fridge. I sprinkled granola and raspberries inside, looking up when I heard Olivia at the door pulling on her shoes.

"I'll talk to you later!" She called, closing the door behind her.

After waiting a few minutes to make sure she wasn't going to come back for something, I called Raphael's name.

"Hey Raph! She's gone." The door to my bedroom whined on it's hinges as it swung open. Raph walked into the kitchen looking bored.

"Her friend sounds like one hell of a nerd," he commented, leaning on the counter. I nodded in agreement, tossing the empty yogurt container into a recycling bin.

"But he has a dog, so he can't be that bad," I looked over at him. "Hungry?" He shook his head but I thawed frozen pizza in the microwave nonetheless and washed dishes as he grudgingly ate.

"I have to leave for the zoo at twelve-thirty so we have four hours to kill." He lifted a brow.

"We?"

"Well you can try to sneak back into the sewers, but that would leave me unwatched all day," I shrugged. "You did say that it was necessary to stalk me." He scoffed.

"No, I said that somebody should watch you."

"Same thing. All right," I pressed my palms against the counter. "I'm gonna whip up some popcorn, and then we're gonna watch The Conjuring."

Okay, he has to jump at this, I thought, watching Raphael out of the corner of my eye as the character on screen cowered at the top of a dark staircase while holding a burning match. A pair of pale, dirtied hands appeared from the darkness beside her and quickly clapped twice, causing a scream to erupt from the woman and my heart to seize a little despite having seen it before.

But the turtle remained stone-faced.

Jeez, nothing scares him. After continuous emotionless reactions to the following scary scenes, I couldn't take it,

"Does anything scare you?" I asked, turning to him. He laid spread out on the couch, a bowl of half-empty popcorn sitting on the floor beside him. He looked over at me, slightly amused.

"Not really." I frowned and turned back to the tv determinedly,

I'm gonna find a scarier movie.

"Alright, quiz me." I thrust a paper out toward Raphael. He looked over at me from where he laid on my bed and narrowed his eyes.

"Why do I have to?" I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Because you're not doing anything." I shook the paper with emphasis. "Come on, I need to know this stuff. Stop being boring." That last bit made him snatch it from my hand. He read over the expanse of the paper, making sense of it before sighing and asking his first question.

"Where are black-and-white-ruffed lemurs from?"

"Madagascar!"

"In the eastern rainforest," he added, voice tinged with boredom. I nodded and made a mental note.

"Right, alright next one." He sighed and rubbed his face, as if trying to stay awake.

"Describe the lemurs' behaviour." I grimaced.

"Oh, shit. Uhm...they spend most of their time high in the trees and are active during the day. Females are dominant because they have to carry around offspring so they eat first, and usually both or multiple parents raise infants together."

"What do they eat?" I scrunched up my face in an attempt to remember.

"Mostly fruit, but sometimes nectar, flowers, leaves and seeds."

"When do emerald tree boas turn green?" I recoiled in surprise.

"They're not always green?" I asked in confusion. Raph snorted.

"Your studying's been really beneficial. They turn green after nine to twelve months."

"Hey! I missed that part." I snatched the pen I was writing with earlier off my desk and hurled it at him. Raph plucked it from the air with a crooked grin.

"Nice try."

"Oh shut up. Just ask the next question." He twirled the pen between his fingers and read the paper.

"Where are Victoria crowned pigeons from?"

"Oh! I know this, I know it!..." I snapped my fingers. "Northern New Guinea!" Raphael nodded.

"How did poison dart frogs get their name?"

Anyone who'd seen Pirates of the Caribbean could guess this one right.

"Natives used them to poison darts for their blowguns. Cool, huh?"

"Super," he rolled his eyes and continued. "How do they maintain their toxicity?"

"They eat a diet containing alkaloids."

"What animal is immune to their poison?"

"Fire bellied snakes. Home to the Amazon rainforest."

"Which frog is the most poisonous?"

"The golden poison frog. Damn, I'm on a roll!" Raphael grinned.

"What medicine can be developed from their poison?"

"A painkiller two-hundred times stronger than morphine. And possibly muscle relaxants, heart stimulants, and appetite suppressants. Hell yeah! Give me another one!"

"What kind of poison do they have?" I opened my mouth to answer before realizing I didn't know. I frowned, I never researched that. It's not even on that paper.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I demanded. The turtle smirked at me and shrugged.

"You should know this."

"That's no fair!" I argued. "They're not even on my paper! And even if they were, poisons have the dumbest names! Like what the hell is sodium chloride!? I-what?" I stopped my rant when I saw his expression,

"Sodium chloride is salt." He said, watching me incredulously. I contained a laugh behind my grin.

"Okay. Definitely not one of my best moments. But I'm serious! Try pronouncing one of those poisons! It's impossible!" He raised a brow.

"Want me to call Donnie?"

"No," I crossed my arms in a pout. "You win, you broke my streak." Raph grinned victoriously and placed my study paper back on my desk before falling back into the mess of bedcovers beneath him. I glanced at the time displayed on my laptop's screen and sighed inwardly. With a little over half an hour left to get ready, I went into my closet to change into something more presentable. Then to my bathroom to fix my face and hair into a braid.

"What am I s'posed to do while you're gone?" Raph called.

"Whatever the hell you want. Just don't trash the apartment or be seen. I'll probably call the house phone if I get bored, so pick up if it says Raiya's cell," I frowned, fingers pausing in my hair. "You don't have a phone, do you?"

"How the hell could I have a phone?" He demanded, annoyed with my dumb question.

"Leo texted me from different numbers everyday with a new address and time before he took me to the lair."

"Well that explains why he was always on the computer. Didn't know he knew how to use one though." I rolled my eyes and tied the end of the braid. I turned to leave but a glass bottle sitting on the counter caught my gaze. I picked the perfume up thoughtfully, plucking the cap off and smelling it. Intoxicated, I applied a generous amount, then switched the lights off as I left my bathroom.

Raphael–still laying on my bed–glanced up at me from something in his hands,

"Where's your 'sexy zoo person' outfit?" He teased and I grinned.

"At the zoo. Did I get your hopes up?" I narrowed my eyes at what he held, my smile falling. I briskly walked over to him and snatched the sketchbook from his grasp. "Really? How old are you? Four?" I strode past him to place the book back in it's proper drawer at my desk, then turned back to the turtle, who wore an entranced expression.

"Hello?" I waved a hand in front of his face. His face snapped into a tense scowl and he clamped a hand around my wrist.

"The hell are you doing?" He demanded.

"Hailing you from la la land, chill out." I yanked my hand from his grip. I unplugged my phone from the charging port and slipped it into the pocket on my thigh.

"There's food in the fridge. You know where the movies and video games are," I took a scrap piece of paper from a desk drawer and scrawled down my number. "Call me if you fuck something up. Clean up your shit if you make a mess. And do not go through my stuff." He exhaled irritably.

"Anything else, mom?"

With that attitude you'll be vacuuming the whole apartment.

"Don't let anyone see you," I said instead. He rolled his eyes and hopped off my bed.

"There go my plans to go to the skatepark," he muttered, sarcasm evident. I ignored him, walking out of my room and to the entrance where I slipped my shoes on.

"I'll see ya later," I said. He crossed his arms, leaning against my bedroom doorframe with an amused, crooked grin on his face.

"Don't get fired." I laughed and opened the door.

"Don't eat all my frozen pizza."

AN: Awww they're just so damn cute

What's everyone favourite scary movie? Out of the few I've watched I like I am Legend and Zombieland the best, even though neither of them are even very scary lol.

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