Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles belong to Nickelodeon.
Pigeon Pete was perched high in the trees of the park, legs dangling and feathered hands folded in his lap. Bulging, orange-yellow eyes scanned the ground below for his best friend. She said she'd be there at eight o'clock, and the last time he checked, (which was while looking for bread,) it was 7:30. Though the bird had no way of knowing the current time, he knew it had been some time since then. He looked down again, a concerned frown slowly forming on his beak. Walking around New York at night wasn't exactly the safest thing to do.
Pete sighed. He hoped she was okay.
The sound of crunching leaves caught the mutant's ear. He could barely make out her figure in the moonlight. Tilting his head back, he let out two loud squawks, a signal he was there.
Christina halted and looked up. Grinning, she repeated, waving her slender arms back and forth.
With a small laugh, Pete leapt from the thick branch and hovered none too gracefully to the ground. "Hey, Chris, how you been?"
"Good, and you?" She walked over and gave him a quick hug.
Pete returned it, patting her back. "I'm good."
"Good. I brought the stuff," She placed her purse on the ground. Unzipping it, she pulled out her pink iPhone and a black case, which she opened, revealing a speaker with a headphone cable attached to it. Placing them gently down on a nearby tree stump, she plugged the cable into the phone and turned it and the speaker on. After that, she tapped on the music icon, opening the ap. Straightening, she addressed the large bird. "Okay, what would you like to try to dance to?"
"Ooh, ballet! Ballet!" Pete replied cheerily, bouncing on his heels and clapping.
Nodding, Christina tapped a song, and it started to play. Turning up the volume, she moved to stand beside her friend, grinning. "Just so you know, I have no idea how to dance."
"Hey, neither do I, so we're in the same boat!" Pete said with a jovial laugh.
"Duh duh duh duh dum," Christina sang, hilariously off-key and skipping forward four times, Pete repeating.
"Duh duh duh duh dum," The bird sang next, also off-key and repeating the previous move.
Linking arms, human and pigeon started twirling quickly. "Duh duh duh, duh duh duh duh—whoa!"
Tripping over each other's feet and getting dizzy, the two toppled over, landing in a heap of tangled limbs and feathers on the grass. After a slight struggle, they lay on their backs, dissolving into shrieks of laughter. Banging the ground lightly, Christina breathed, "You…you…you s-should of…seen yourself!"
"I didn't have to, I saw you! Can you imagine if we did that on a stage?" Pete cackled.
"I know. They'd be like, 'Boo! Boo! Get off the stage!'"
Pete gasped dramatically. "Holy smokes, what is that bird man thing? Egad! Boo! Hiss!"
"Boo! Boo! Those two are completely nuts!" Christina quipped, giggling.
This went on for several minutes, the two friends rolling, kicking, bantering, and laughing, until they laid there, panting heavily.
Pete stood, as did his friend.
"My sides are going to be sore," The teen stated.
"Mine too," The pigeon concurred.
"What would you like to try next?" The girl asked, walking over to her phone.
"Um…how about dubstep?"
"You got it!" The girl selected a dubstep song. It started soft and easy, the pair swaying and tapping to the rhythm. When it picked up, they broke out into hopping, spinning, bending, etc.
"You're not that bad," Pete complemented.
"Yeah? You too," Christina replied, smiling.
"I love sourdough bread, bread, bread," Pete sang.
"That's not how it goes!" His friend laughed.
"Well, it is now!"
They danced and laughed, the world around them seeming to be joining in, the trees and grass blowing in the wind and the moon casting its warm glow. It was surreal, blissful.
Suddenly, Christina's phone rang loudly. She ran over and picked it up, reading the text message with slight alarm. She turned to the pigeon man. "I have to go! Mom wants me back home in ten minutes!"
"already? Jeez, time really does fly when you're having fun!" Pete's beak curved downward at the sight of Christina hurredly packing her things. "Hey, whoa, whoa, easy there. What's the rush?"
"I have to go, Pete! See ya!" She was about to take off, when a feathered hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"I could give you a ride," Pete offered with a kind smile.
Christina looked as if she was about to object, but when she saw her friend's face and heard his offer, she just couldn't say no. "Alright. Thanks, pal."
"Hey, no problem, Chris," The pigeon responded good-naturedly.
The human climbed on the bird's back, and they took to the skies, before shouting, "Up, up, and away!"
They landed a short distance from the back of Christina's home. Dismounting, she gave Pete another quick, warm embrace, which he immediately returned. "I had a great time tonight. Thank you."
"Hey, no problem, my friend. And, it was your idea, so thanks, I loved dancing with you," Pete replied with a happy coo.
After they pulled away, the girl turned and headed to the door. Before opening it, she turned and called softly, "Good night, pal."
Chuckling, Pete called back, "Good night, Chris."
After the door clicked shut, Pete flapped his arms and was airborne once more.