I just wanted to warn everyone, in this chapter there's a LOT of swearing, like a lot.
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Raph lies awake in his bed, his eyes wide open. He had been trying to sleep for hours but nothing worked.
He'd tried sleeping with the light off, sleeping with the light on, listening to music, scrolling through his phone, reading, pacing. He almost tried eating his food stash but thought better of it and left it be.
He looks at the clock and groans.
He had two and a half hours until he needed to get up for school.
"Perfect."
The whole ordeal before he had gotten back that night was keeping him awake, his mind active and moving.
He keeps remembering everything that happened that night, whether it be conscious thought or not.
He remembers the man's name.
Conscious.
He remembers the way he smelled.
Unconscious.
He remembers his own age.
Conscious.
He remembers how it felt. All of it.
Unconscious.
He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the images being played before him so that he could sleep.
He grows more and more frustrated as the clock metaphorically ticks on. He slams his head into the pillow and tries not to scream. It physically hurt to hold it back but he did it. He flips over and sits up, looking around his room.
He looks from the dresser to the bag to the window.
The window...
He stands up and goes to it, opening it without a second thought. He looks out and sees that there's a platform of mostly straight roof right outside.
He climbs out onto the roof and looks out around him.
It was decently chilly but there were still early risers jogging around in shorts. He sighs, annoyed that his room's window had to face a neighbors two story house.
"I'll take what I can get."
He sits there on the roof, looking at all the early birds doing their early morning routines for a long time.
He looks directly to his left to find a jutted out part of the house that had a window facing him. He leans over a bit to look through the window, seeing a clearly awake Donatello on a laptop at a desk, looking at what seemed to be a wall of text.
Raph nervously moves over, hoping that Donnie wouldn't see him.
Good thing he didn't have any luck on his side at all.
Donnie spins around in his chair lazily with his eyes closed and stretches his arms. He stops facing the window and opens his eyes.
Raph hopes he needed better glasses but it didn't work. Donnie stands up, shocked and walks to the window.
Raph stays on the roof, guessing it wasn't worth going back inside.
Donnie opens his window and leans out as far as he was comfortable with. "Raph, what are you doing? It's like four thirty in the morning."
"Uh, I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd get some fresh air." Raph replies, scratching the back of his neck.
Donnie looks at Raph skeptically. "Uh-Huh."
Raph shifts on the roof, uncomfortable with Donnie looking at him for so long.
A few moments pass in silence.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Raph looks up at Donnie sharply. "W-What?"
"I've seen that look in too many eyes Raph. You can tell me" Donnie says, leaning on the window frame. Raph starts getting up and moving to the window to his room.
"Uh... I don't know what you're talking about. Raph crawls into the room, hoping that Donnie would leave him alone. "See you later!"
He closes the window as fast as he could, sighing a breath of relief. Raph silently goes over to his bed and lies down, his mind finally clear.
He closes his eyes, relaxing into the bed.
"YO! DUDE TIME TO GET UP!"
Raph jumps, shooting up in bed.
Mikey didn't know he had just been able to fall asleep then and Raph knew that. But that wouldn't keep him from getting annoyed at the kid.
"I'M UP, GOSH!" He yells back.
Raph stands up and grabs a clean outfit out of his bag. His last clean outfit. He'll have to see if he can find some more clothes.
He takes his clothes and heads towards the bathroom, knowing that he probably smelled like a dump.
He passes Leonardo on the way there, trying not to make eye contact. "Morning." Leo says nicely.
"Mornin'" Raph replies, closing the bathroom door behind him.
He looks around the bathroom. It wasn't like he hadn't been in there before but this was the first time he was going to shower in that bathroom.
He starts searching the bathroom. He opens cabinets, looks under the carpet, check the corners of the room, where the walls meet the floor and the ceiling. He inspects the bath tub and the shower in general.
Once satisfied, Raph starts undressing. First his hoodie, then his shirt, then his shorts.
He stops after that. He looks at his boxers. He doesn't feel comfortable taking them off.
Raph instead look in the mirror at his bandaged shoulder. He slowly unwraps it and drops the bandages on the floor.
His shoulder still hurt like hell but he pushed through it. He stares at the wound, tracing lightly over the jagged edges.
Raph sighs. "A lightning bolt... I guess it was fitting..." He tares his eyes away from the wound and looks back at the shower, sighing. "It's gotta happen some time..." He finally pulls off his boxers and jumps in the shower, looking around as if someone was watching.
He showers as fast as he could, drying off with a towel and quickly getting dressed. His nerves were on high alert until he got his clothes on, not yet putting on his shirt. "Shit. Forgot the bandages." He leans against the wall, letting himself relax for a moment.
"Dude! I really need to pee!"
And the moment was over.
Raph opens the door, coming face to face with Michelangelo, hopping from foot to foot. "Thanks man!" He rushes past Raph, closing the door behind him.
"Whatever" Raph grumbles, leaving the doorway. He walks down the stairs, feeling his stomach growl.
'Just grab some grub and get out.' He thinks. Raph looks around, trying to see if anyone was down-stairs already. He sneaks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. "Yowza, that's a lot of food." He closes the fridge and looks instead to the fruit bowl on the table. He takes a banana out of the bowl along with an apple.
He goes quickly back upstairs, hoping to make a clean escape to his room but of course there was no way the universe would let that happen.
Leonardo comes out of his room just as Raph reaches the top of the stairs, and of course his room had to be the first when you get to the top.
"Hey Raph." Leo says. He looks glances at his bandages on his right arm and then, ignoring it, at the fruit in Raph's hands. "That's not all you're eating is it?" Raph crosses his arms. Normally it's the other way around. They don't want him to eat all their food. It's their food, not his. "Yeah, what's wrong with that?" Raph says, annoyance in his voice.
"Well, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Everyone should have a good, balanced breakfast before doing much of anything. You really should eat more that a banana and an apple, that's only two hundred calories. One o' five for the banana and ninety-five for the apple." Leo goes on a rant about how much you should eat in the morning and how you need a certain amount of calories to get you through the day.
To be honest, Raph was just going to have the apple and put the banana in his stash. "Whatever." He says, waving Leo off.
"And another thing-" Leo starts. "You should really bandage that up." He says, pointing to Raph's shoulder.
He immediately turns away so Leo couldn't see his wound. "Yeah, I know." He quickly goes to his room, closing the door tight. With another sigh Raph goes to his still unpacked duffel bag and pulls out the medical kit he had stored there.
He opens the kit and lets out an aggravated sigh. "It's fucking out?" He tosses the kit back in the bag, a bit harder than one normally would. "I'll have to re stock... This was a nightmare last time." Raph gets up to his feet and goes to lie on the bed.
"OW!" He shouts, springing back up from the mattress. He had lain down too close to his open wound and it had pulled at his skin. He grabs his now throbbing shoulder and groans. He removes his hand to find it half covered in blood. "Damn it..."
He could hear two sets of foot steps coming to his door, though only one voice spoke up. "You okay in there?" Leo asks through the door.
"I-I'm fine!" Raph calls back. There was no way he was going to ask this uptight, obsessive, possessive ass-wipe for help. He shuffles over to his bag where he takes out an old T-shirt and wraps it around his shoulder.
"Are you sure? What happened?" Leo asks, getting worried. He may or may not have overheard some things that the social worker had been saying on the first night Raph came there. And there may or may not have been some things that were said that made him a bit more worried than the others.
"It's nothing! I just- Stepped on a Lego..." Raph says, knowing that he's come up with the worst lie ever. You'd think after all these years he'd be better at it.
"Mikey, leaving those things everywhere..." Leo mutters under his breath. "Okay, if you're sure!" He hears Leo walk away, but there still was a presence at the door. "I'm fine, you can leave." Raph says.
"Raphael, open the door."
Raph freezes, the commanding voice makes his skin crawl. He quickly goes and opens the door, Not wanting there to be consequences. Right outside the door was Hamato Yoshi, The head of the house hold.
Yoshi looks calmly at Raph's shoulder and then back to his eyes. "You are in need of assistance." He says, his voice not wavering. "Please do not hide injuries from us, you could make them much worse." He looks at Raph's right arm, something like hurt shining in his brown eyes. "When did this happen?" He points at his arm.
Raph looks away. "Last night... I went skating with Mikey- Michelangelo..." He really didn't want to tell anyone what happened. It was embarrassing, and he was starting to figure out what kind of family this was.
Yoshi takes a step forward. "Let me take a look at it."
The overprotective kind.
He'd been through at least nine different homes, two or so of which were way too protective, never letting him leave their sight, always asking him if he needed anything or if he was okay. He may have been through Hell and back but he can handle himself... Most of the time.
He sighs and nods, taking a step forwards.
Yoshi looks Raph over and He lets his mind wander.
'What do I normally do with this kind of place...' He thinks. 'I guess I'd normally just run away. There's no point in staying in a place like this. They'll keep me locked up here and I'll never get to do anything. I'll be a prisoner, not that that's new.'
Raph winces as Yoshi, seemingly out of no where, starts to redress his shoulder in bandages along with his arm.
'Guess I'll have to build up my stash and hit the road.' Raph thinks. He holds his arm close to himself when Yoshi was finished. "Make sure you change this at least once a day, we don't want it to get infected."
Raph nods, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Okay." He just needed to go with the flow for now and then he could get out of there.
"Get ready for school, you have only fifteen minutes before you'll need to leave." Yoshi says with a soft smile. Raph shrugs and tugs on a T-shirt, going back down the stairs. 'Definitely gonna have to get some of my stash built up a some more.'
He looks around the kitchen.
Leo was hurriedly making a pair of pancakes, Donnie was sitting lethargically at the island, drinking what Raph assumed was coffee. Mikey was- What was he doing?
He stood one one hand on a chair so that he was wedged in between the chair and the ceiling. His other hand was out by his side, holding an orange while his left leg was out for balance.
"Mikey get down, you're gonna hurt yourself." Leo says, seeming to have caught Mikey out of the corner of his eye.
"But dude, I've almost broken Don's record!" Mikey complains, holding himself up strong. Leo all but glares at Donnie who just shrugs and sips his drink. Leo, angered, takes a dish towel and chucks it at Donnie's head. "Did you really need to do that?"
Donnie stays quiet for a moment before putting down his cup. "I had to keep him busy last weekend didn't I?" He folds his hands together. "It was either that or I let him into your room so he could try and find his action figure."
"Leo, how come you didn't find that yet?" Mikey asks.
Leo flips his pancakes and notices that they were burnt. "Ugh..." He says under his breath. "Because that particular action figure made the most annoying noises ever so he's gone for good."
Mikey wobbles in his handstand. "So un-fair!"
Raph wonders how well the other teens could do handstands. He Goes over to Mikey, giving his leg a bit. "Raph, come on!" Mikey whines. Raph gives him a harder push, laughing a bit. "Come on man! I'm almost there, I just need to make it five more minutes!" Mikey tries to kick Raph with his free left leg.
Raph smirks and leaves the kitchen, heading toward the doors. He knew he couldn't grab anything else for the stash now. He had left the apple in his room, deciding it best if he just skipped breakfast so he'd have more food for later.
"Where are you going?" Donnie asks, getting up from his stool.
Raph rolls his eyes and turns around. "I'm going to school." Donnie shrugs. "Okay." Raph is the most relieved as he's ever been. It seemed like Donnie was the only one who trusts him. Raph smiles and leaves, feeling a little better than before, even if his arm hurt like hell, his shoulder felt like it was tearing off and he was this close to amputating his leg.
Raph walks down the street, making sure to not look like he was limping.
Half way to the school Raph hears shouting from down an ally way. His curiosity peaking, Raph turns down the ally and peaks around the corner.
"Get the hell off me!" Someone shouts. Raph hears a thud and a another shout. He furrows his eyebrows and starts creeping closer.
"You fucking bitch!" A different voice yells, the sound of skin on skin accompanying it. There was a slam of a car door and the sound of the car driving away.
Raph moves a little faster down the ally, turning the corner to see a boy, around his age, getting up from the ground, his lip busted open and his bare fore arms bruised at the wrists.
"What do you want?" He says angrily, wiping his face on his sleeve.
Raph realizes he was staring at him and looks away, crossing his arms. "I heard some shit going down so I thought I'd make sure nothing too bad was going on. by the sound of it someone got a beat down." Raph says with anger bubbling in his chest. He was already annoyed to begin with and now this guy was being an asshole to him?
"Yeah, well whatever." The teen says, his straight black hair moving slightly in the wind. "Hope to see you never jack ass." He starts to walk away.
"Fine Fucktard! I was just seeing if anyone needed help!" Raph turns back the way he came, storming off as fast as he could to the school. The teen, hereby dubbed 'Fucktard', stops and stays where he is, watching Raph as he left.
Raph makes it to the school without interruption after dealing with the whole ally situation, his mood having plummeted about ten notches. He moves as fast as his busted up leg would allow him to his class.
"Raphael." The teacher says in a warning tone of voice as he enters the room. Raph moves slowly with his back hunched over to his seat. "You're late." He says monotonously.
"Yeah..." Raph says, sitting down.
"Come see me after class." The teacher says, jotting down a note. Raph nods and rests his head on his hand.
"Dude, you're so late!" Mikey says in a whisper from the seat next to him. "And you left before us too! What's with that?" Raph rolls his eyes and looks away. "I just got held up okay?"
He starts taking out his notebooks and a couple of pens, watching the teacher intently. "What of this am I supposed to write down and what of this isn't important?" Raph quietly asks himself, staring at the fresh, new page with next to nothing written down. "Gosh..." Without a second thought he glances over at Mikey's notes, his eyes scrolling down the page and his hand reflexively writing down what he saw.
After quite a few minutes of doing this Raph had a full page of barely legible notes.
With a triumphant smile he starts looking over what he had once more. After he had done that he glances back over at Mikey's page, only to have him staring straight back at him.
"Take your own notes dude." He whispers, blocking the view of his page with his arm.
Raph, shocked and a little nervous, looks back at his page and goes to the next one, listening as hard as he could for every little detail he could find. Every so often he dares to take a glance over at Mikey who, every time, turns his head and glares a Raph.
At the end of class Raph tries to quickly pack up his things and leave but Mikey wasn't having any of that. He grabs Raph by the arm, the right arm. "Ow, Mikey what do you want?" Raph says, pulling away.
"I want to know why you were copying my notes. I mean, I don't think that counts as cheating but it's still really rude dude."
Raph turns, starting to walk out of the class room along with the few teens that were still there. Once again Mike takes hold of Him. "If you need help with the notes you can just ask."
Raph freezes for a moment before yanking away, not turning around but not leaving either. He wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to keep a reputation but at the same time...
"I don't need help with the notes." He says, almost monotonously.
"Oh yeah?" Mikey says, his hands on his hips. "Then how come you copied a whole page of my notes and that's practically all the notes you took?" Mikey keeps a straight face, borderline glaring at the other teen again.
Raph at this point had had enough. He, without another word, leaves the classroom, the teach calling after him. He didn't come back.
Mikey watches him as he goes, his mind made up and a plan forming.
Throughout his second period class Raph was completely distracted. His mind wandering constantly. Math had never been his strong suit but when you add the stress of the past few days and a 'brother' who is all up in your business, you'd be distracted too.
Thankfully he had gotten out of the class alive, his brain a little scrambled from the math, but alive. As he walks out of the class room he starts back to his locker, wanting to waste as much time as possible before he goes to his next class.
He shuffles things around in his locker, organizing papers, stacking up books, anything to make sure the halls were clear before he had to go to his class.
Eventually he leaves his locker, stopping to drink from every water bubbler he came across.
Finally he comes to the hallway.
He really wished there were more classrooms down this hall, it would hake his life so much easier.
"Welcome Raphael, so glad you could join us." The teacher says once he enters the class. Her voice was borderline sarcastic and her hair was in a tight red bun on the top of her head. "Now, take a seat and let's get down to business."
Raph sits down at an empty desk and starts taking out his books for this class. Once he had everything out he looks to his left to see a boy with straight black hair held back by a small ponytail and a bandanna around his head like a headband. He looked like he was scribbling something out but when Raph took a closer look he was coloring something in.
His bruised wrists moved across the paper as he drew a gorgeous picture of a woman. Her hair was flowing down with flowers intertwined. She was giving a small smile, the joy obviously spread across her freckled cheeks. The drawing was expertly colored and shaded, though it seemed to have been drawn completely from pencil.
The boy laces his hands together and pushes out, cracking his fingers and elbows. He must have felt Raph's gaze on him because he suddenly whips his head around to look at Raph. "Ugh, it's you." He says, rolling his eyes.
"Good to see you too fucktard." Raph says quiet enough that he doesn't get in trouble for swearing.
"What do you want?" The boy asks, closing the notebook and quickly hiding away in his bag.
Raph shrugs and puts his arm on the desk.
"Can't a guy watch another guy draw without wanting something? Looked real good too." Raph adds as an after thought. The boy looks away but he was obviously flattered. "Yeah, whatever." He crosses his arms and sits back in his chair, looking to the front of the class room. "The name's Casey. Casey Jones."
"Raph." Raph says shortly.
They both sit in silence as the class continues on, neither of them looking at the other.
Though they didn't look at each other, they were both subtly checking each other's spelling and writing capabilities. As the class went on Raph noticed every little thing that went on with this Casey Jones character. Raph could tell that this kid was barely literate.
It made Raph feel a whole lot better that he wasn't the only one in the school who had a hard time reading and writing, and he wasn't even the worst too boot.
Once the class had ended Raph starts to leave in the same fashion as he had come in, cautiously watching around the corners and trying to make sure no one saw him.
He gets out into the main hallway and lets out a sigh of relief. He slows to a normal pace and walks to his next class.
He enters the class room and sees Casey sitting at a desk in the back, once again drawing in a note book. Raph goes over and sets his bag down at the desk next to his. "Hey Ass-Hat, you're in two of my classes. How come I didn't see you yesterday?" Raph ask Casey, plopping down in his chair.
"I was... Working." He says, not taking his eyes of the paper.
"Huh, I've never held a job very long before." Raph says, looking at the practically empty classroom. Casey, seemingly more comfortable with the conversation focusing on Raph, looks up from the paper and over to Raph. "How long was the longest?"
Raph smirks. "About two weeks. I got fired."
"For what?" Casey asks, intrigued.
"For setting the kitchen on fire." Raph replies, chuckling. Casey almost starts bursting with laughter but he turns away and puts a hand to his mouth. "Oh my gosh dude, you burnt down a kitchen?" Raph nods. "Yeah... The restaurant too."
At this Casey can't hold back any more. He starts howling with laughter, shaking his head. "You're alright man." He says fondly through the chuckles. "You aint too shabby yourself." Raph smiles.
"I think he's having trouble..." Mike sits at a table with his brothers, each of them looking back at the doors to the cafeteria every once and a while.
"Trouble how Mikey?" Leo asks, setting down his pizza and looking seriously into Mikey's eyes. "Well, his notes are chicken scratch and he barely takes any of them." Mike says.
"That's not too uncommon Mike, you can't really say much about it." Donnie says, taking a bite of a slice of pepperoni pizza. Mikey puts both hands on the table and looking at Donnie. "But today he was copying my notes. He did a whole page. I know it's not really cheating but it's still... He could've just asked. I told him that too but he kinda froze and left. It was weird." Mikey finishes, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Leo tries to smile tenderly at his youngest brother. "Mikey, Raph has been trough a whole lot of stuff. He's kinda messed up. There are going to be little... quirks about him." Mikey huffs and turns so he's facing the doors, upset that his brothers wouldn't believe that something may be wrong.
Leo sighs and stares at his plate consisting of a piece of pizza. He knew something wasn't totally right with the guy. The answer was right there but he just couldn't figure it out.
Suddenly the doors open up, two teenage boys walking in, chuckling. They get in line and grab their food before head back out of the line.
They both walk over, one being Raph and the other being the one and only Casey Jones.
"Hey." Raph says, a little more cheer in his voice than usual.
"Hey" The three brothers echo back. "Who's your friend?" Donnie asks absentmindedly as he eats, not even looking up at him.
"Oh, this is Casey." He says, motioning to the taller boy next to him.
Mikey smiles mischievously. "What, are you two best friends forever now or something?" Raph scowls. "No."
He sits down on the opposite side of Mikey but on the farthest end away from Leo, ending up being closet to Donnie which he didn't mind so much. Casey plops down next to him, ending up between Leo and Raph.
Raph looks down at the pizza and sees only one thing.
Two easy meals.
He glances down at his bag where he had stored a Tupperware container for a situation just like this. He takes one piece and quickly stashes it in the container.
"Hey Raph."
Raph jumps a little in his seat but tries to look as nonchalant as possible. "Yeah?" He looks up at Casey who glances at his plate then back at Raph who was trying his hardest to look innocent.
"Never-mind."
Raph gives a small sigh of relief and relaxes in his seat.
Soon the bell signaling the end of lunch goes off and the brothers get up and dump their trays, leaving the lunch room without a thought. Raph was close on their heals, about to dump his tray before a hand falls on his left shoulder causing him to wince a bit.
"Raph, what was with that?" Once again it was Casey. Raph turns around, getting annoyed with people being all up in his business recently. He glares into Casey's eyes but is taken aback. It wasn't the same pity look he got from the brothers or Yoshi. It was a look of anger laced concern.
Raph shrugs him off. "Nothing."
Casey grabs Raph's right arm, causing a shot of pain fire up his arm. Raph yelps and pulls his arm out of Casey's grasp. "I said it was nothing, okay?" Raph, even though he'd only known the guy for a day, felt a whole lot worse lying to him then to the brothers.
Casey stops Raph once again. "Raph... Can I have your number?" He says, shrugging. "Not in a weird way or anything." He adds, noticing the confused look on Raph's face.
"Like an exchange. I'll give you mine and you'll give me yours." Casey says, handing Raph a piece of paper with a series of numbers on it.
Raph, not completely sure why he was going along with this, wrote his number on the inside of Casey's arm.
"Later." Raph says awkwardly.
Casey replies with a little wave and a- "Later."
Raph opens the refrigerator door, taking out everything he could that looked like it would last a while and stuffing it in his pockets and under his shirt. He moves to the pantry and takes out a couple cans of spaghetti 'o's and some canned fruit before rushing out of the kitchen.
All of the Hamato's were at an after school practice and Raph had opted to stay 'home' so he had the whole house to himself to get his plan in action.
Quickly Raph goes back up to his room, closing the door even though nobody was home. He grabs his bag and stuffs the food into it, grabbing his very small stash from the room and tossing that in there too. Next he takes the container of pizza and puts it into the bag, completing his collection of food.
Next he rushes back down the stairs like he had no time to waste. He took three bottles of water from the fridge and bringing them back up to his room.
Raph sits on the floor for a moment, his head in his hands.
He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He was just sick of being tossed from place to place, all the rules changing, all the people changing, he was just sick of it.
With a growl he pushes himself off the floor, grabbing everything he owned and stuffing it into his duffel. He lets out a loud angry growl and covers his face with his hands, throwing his head back. "Why am I even doing this anymore!"
It was just Raph's luck that the second he started having a breakdown his phone started to ring.
Raph picks up the phone and puts it up to his ear. "WHAT!?" Raph shouts into the phone.
"Woah, hey man. What's goin' on?"
Raph recognizes the voice as the fucktard from earlier.
"Nothing, everything's great!" Raph says slightly quieter but just as angry.
"That sounds totally believable." Casey says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "How about the truth now."
Raph decides he doesn't care. He'd mostly made up his mind anyways.
"I'm getting outta here." He says, picking up his bag and storming out of the room.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What?" Casey says, his voice cracking on the last word. "You aren't doing anything like drastic are you?"
Raph stomps down the stairs, jumping the last two. "I don't know." Raph says firmly. He goes to the door but his hand stops a few inches away from the nob.
"Don't do that man." Casey says, feeling like he was talking someone down from suicide. "I don't think you want to leave. I know I just met you today but you've got a pretty sweet deal there, stick it out a little longer. See how it turns out."
Raph's hand shakes a bit. "I can't do this bouncing around thing anymore."
"Then don't."
Raph, shocked drops his hand "What?"
"Don't bounce around. Stay there. These guys aren't going to boot you outta there. and the only way you're gonna bounce around is if you leave."
Raph lets this sink into his mind. He'll stay in one place if he stays. It may not be the best but it's the same place. If he leaves everything'll change again. He'll be familiar with the change but it'll still be a change.
Raph sighs into the phone. "What happens if I leave? What does it matter to you?"
"Dude, it may not seem like it but it matters to me like a lot. I've never really had a friend, especially not one that gets me as much as you have just in this one day. You run away, I lose a friend... and so do you."
Raph sits down in front of the door. "Ugh..." He leans back so his head is against the door and he was looking at the ceiling.
"How about we just talk for a while." Casey says, now really feeling like he was the captain of a suicide watch.
Raph nods, though he couldn't see it. "Okay..."
he's my best friend.
best of all best friends.
do you have a best friend too?
it tinkles in my tummy,
he's so jummy jummy
hey you should get a best friend too.
Toybox: Best Friend
Yowza! I'm so sorry about not updating! I have a book I'm supposed to be writing for school and I just have a whole crap-ton of work I have to do.
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