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Leann woke up that morning in her empty bed. Her head hurt. She rolled over and groaned, trying to remember exactly what happened last night. Everything was blurry.
The events of last night flashed through her mind. She remembered meeting all the people, the dozens of ridiculously beautiful people. She remembered the beautiful mansion of a house. She remembered getting drunk. She remembered making out with both Colin and Daisy. Had Donatello taken her home? Yes, he had. She remembered seeing her mother and recalled that Donatello had carried her upstairs.
She wrapped her arms around herself as she lay in bed. Last night had been truly crazy. She remembered a dream that she had, where Donatello had stayed with her while she fell asleep. It had been really good dream, probably the best she had ever had. She remembered feeling warm in the dream, warm and safe, and wished that it had been real.
Her door creaked open and Leann looked up to see Drake. He was smirking at her slightly.
"You're finally awake I see," Drake said as he leaned against her door-frame.
Leann yawned.
"Good morning Drake," Leann mumbled.
"Did you have fun last night?" Drake asked.
Leann considered that question.
"I'm not really sure. It was different," Leann told him.
He laughed softly at her.
"Donatello left while you were still sleeping this morning," Drake said with a devious smirk, "He told me to tell you that he would come back over later."
Leann sat up in her bed.
"What?" She asked.
"Mmm-hmm. Thought I wouldn't find out about your secret little sleep-over, hu?" Drake asked.
Leann just stared at him, trying to comprehend what he was saying.
"Donatello really spent the night here with me last night?" Leann asked.
Drake laughed.
"Yes. Dear god Leann, were you that drunk?" Drake asked.
Leann shook her head slowly.
"I thought I dreamt that he stayed...I didn't know it was real," She said, more to herself then to Drake.
Drake was laughing hysterically at her.
"Was it good for you?" Drake asked with a smirk.
"We didn't have sex Drake," Leann told him.
"Sure you didn't," He replied.
"We really didn't. He drove me home last night and when we got here my mom was parked outside," Leann said.
Drake's eyes widened in shock and the smirk slid off his face.
"What did you just say? Your mother was here?" Drake demanded.
Leann nodded solemnly.
"Mmm-hmm. It was...shocking to say the least. Donatello stayed with me, apparently, because I didn't want to be alone," Leann said in amazement.
It blew her mind that he had actually stayed the night with her. He had slept in her bed next to her. It was incredible that she hadn't dreamt it. It was real. She smiled softly to herself as she tucked her blond curls behind her ear. Donatello had stayed the night!
Drake was scowling to himself.
"Your mother actually showed up here? What the hell did she have to say?" Drake demanded to know.
Leann shrugged.
"Not much," Leann replied, "She just said that she missed me."
Drake swore out-loud. He looked so angry.
"Don 't even talk to her Leann. You don't need her in your life. You're doing so much better without her and her drama," Drake said.
Leann shrugged again. She didn't want to talk about her mother or anything related to that subject.
"Donatello said that he would come back over?" Leann asked hopefully.
Drake nodded, still scowling slightly. Leann smiled to herself and shot out of bed. Drake shook his head and walked away, muttering to himself. Leann hurried to her bathroom to take a shower. She showered quickly and got dressed even quicker. She threw on a yellow tank top and light blue jean capri's.
Then she ran down-stairs. He blond curls hung down wet around her face and she was bare-foot. She was smiling like crazy. Drake was sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. He looked up as Leann bounced into the room.
"You aren't going to see your mother, are you?" He asked.
Leann sighed and sat down on the couch next to him.
"Honestly, I don't really know. I miss her," Leann said with tragic little smile on her face.
Drake shook his head and glared at her.
"Leann, your mother is a horrible negative influence in your life and you know that," Drake said.
"I know. She's still my mother though, and I can't help but missing her," Leann confessed.
"You've come too far to let her drag you down again. You're enrolled in college. You're actually doing really well in your classes. Soon you'll be able to start nursing school next trimester. You're doing so good and I refuse to let your mother sabotage everything you've accomplished," Drake said heatedly.
"Drake she's the only family I have!" Leann protested.
"That's not true. You have me! I'm all the family you'll ever really need!" Drake told her.
Leann glared at him.
"It's not fair for you to expect me to cut off ties with my mother completely!" Leann declared.
"I don't care what you think, it's not open for discussion," Drake said in a commanding voice.
"You don't run my life," Leann muttered as she glared at him.
"I care about you Leann and I want what's best for you. Where the hell has your mother been for the last seven months? Did she tell you that?" Drake demanded to know.
"No,'' Leann replied.
Drake smirked.
"That figures. She left you Leann, she completely abandoned you! How the hell can you forgive her for that?" Drake asked in disgust.
"She's still my mother," Leann repeated stubbornly.
Drake shook his head in frustration at her.
"You're impossible," He muttered, "After everything your mother put you through, you'd really let her back in your life?"
Leann sighed. She knew that Drake was truly just concerned about her, in his own controlling, sick way. He had a point. Leann's mother had never been a positive role model in her life. The woman was truly too self-centered and selfish to be a mother to anyone. She had never been there for Leann and what was even worse, she expected Leann to shoulder all the responsibility in the relationship. Leann had been the one to take care of her mother, and her mother had never done anything for her in return.
Leann knew that her life was more stable now with her mother out of the picture. She knew it was better for her not to deal with her mother's drinking and her drug usage. But underneath it all, a part of Leann missed her mother. She knew she would probably always miss her.
Leann smiled weakly at Drake.
"Don't worry so much hunny," She said.
"I'm always going to worry about you Leann," Drake replied.
Leann's smile brightened a bit and she kissed Drake's cheek.
"I love you. And you really shouldn't worry, I'm still going to do good at school," Leann promised him.
"If your mother is back in the picture, I really doubt that," Drake said with disgust.
Leann rolled her eyes at him.
"Shut up. Drop the subject for now," Leann commanded.
"I will not," Drake said stubbornly.
Just then there was a knock on the door. Drake's eyes narrowed and he got up.
"You better hope that's not your mother, for her sake," Drake growled as he walked to the door.
Leann bit her lip. Truthfully, she really hoped it wasn't her mother. She wasn't ready to deal with her yet. Drake swung open the door to reveal Donatello.
Leann blinked in surprise. Then she smiled brightly. She had completely forgotten that Donatello was coming over.
"Hey," Drake said, "come on in."
"Actually," Donatello said in his soft velvety voice, "I was rather hoping Leann might come for a walk with me."
Leann's eyes lit up and Drake smirked. Leann stood up instantly and walked over to the door.
"Okay," She said with a smile.
Donatello returned the smile. When he was smiling, his face was transformed into the most beautiful thing Leann had ever seen. It made her knees weak and butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. Drake was smirking deviously at them.
"Have fun you two," Drake said as he pushed Leann onto the front porch.
Drake laughed and shut the door, leaving Leann standing on the porch alone with Donatello.
He smiled at her again and Leann felt her knees go weak once more.
"Good morning," Donatello said.
"Good morning. Um, thanks for staying with me last night,'' Leann said.
"It was my pleasure," Donatello said in a sincere voice.
Leann felt her face flush. She bit her lip. As she stared into his beautiful face, she realized something. She realized what she had been denying to herself all along. Leann was absolutely smitten with Donatello. She really liked him and she was done lying to herself about that. The only question now was if he felt the same way about her.
She smiled nervously at him.
"You wanted to go for a walk?" She asked.
"Do you mind? It's a beautiful day," Donatello said, gesturing towards the sunny sky.
"No I don't mind," She replied.
"Come along then," Donatello said, grabbing her hand and leading her off the porch.
Leann felt as if she was floating as she followed Donatello down the side-walk. She was in a state of absolute contentment. Donatello's fingers felt very cool around her own. She wondered nervously if that meant she was rather warm. She didn't want to appear as nervous as she felt around him.
There was a little stretch of trees that was near the edge of Drake's house, sort of like a miniature forest. Donatello lead her down the side-walk that winded into the forest. It was beautiful underneath the trees. Everything looked so green and bright. The sun shone down through a break in the trees, illuminating things and making them shimmer. Birds flew through the air. It seemed a lot quieter in here, a lot more private and it was all so beautiful.
Donatello continued to hold Leann's hand as they walked through the forest together. A cool breeze blew through Leann's blond curls and she could hear the birds chirping cheerfully.
"It's so pretty in here," Leann said as she looked around, "and so peaceful. It's almost like a whole different world."
"It is rather pretty," Donatello agreed as he gazed at Leann's face.
For some reason felt herself blush and she looked away. He still held her hand in his.
"So," He said, "I must apologize for last night."
"Why?" Leann asked in surprise.
"Didn't I scare you?" Donatello asked, looking at her quizzically.
"No, what are you talking about? You stayed with me when I was upset, why would that scare me?" Leann asked as she looked at him like he was insane.
"I'm referring to the time at my house when I forced you to leave," Donatello told her.
"Oh. Well, that wasn't scary," Leann said.
"It wasn't?" He asked, looking slightly surprised.
"No. That's a silly thing to think. You just confused me, you didn't scare me," Leann told him.
"Well, I apologize for the confusion then," Donatello said.
They had stopped bye a little stream. The water drifted along peacefully. Leann leaned against a boulder and stared at Donatello with a curious expression on her face.
"Why did you make me leave?" She asked.
"I didn't even want you to come to the party in the first place," He reminded her.
Leann looked down at the ground sadly. It still bothered her that he had never wanted her at his house.
"What are you thinking?" Donatello asked as he stared at her with a shrewd expression.
"Well, I'm just...wondering why you didn't want me there," Leann said quietly.
"It wasn't that I didn't want you there. Well, yes I suppose that's true, I didn't. But that was only because I was worried," Donatello said.
Leann looked up at him.
"Why? I don't get it. You said before that you're family is, dangerous or something. But I didn't think they were dangerous at all. I was having so much fun with them," Leann said.
Donatello smirked.
"You definition of fun is quite peculiar," He said.
Leann shrugged.
"I never claimed to be normal," She replied.
He laughed.
"Well that's comforting, we wouldn't want you to be normal now would we?" He asked with a laugh.
Leann smiled at him and shook her head.
"You are so strange," She said musingly.
He smiled darkly at her.
"I thought that I was, according to your definition, boring," He said with a smirk.
Leann smiled.
"I thought you were boring when I first met you," She said.
"And now?" He asked, smirking at her.
"Now I just think you're strange," Leann said.
He laughed and smiled at her. His smile was the most dazzling thing she had ever seen. It was brighter then the sun and it made her dizzy. She had to look away from his eyes. His steady gaze made her feel slightly intoxicated. She forced herself to study the flowing stream, even though she would much rather study his beautiful face.
"So are you ever going to tell me?" She asked him in a casual tone of voice.
"Tell you what?" He inquired.
"Why you were worried about me being at your house," She replied.
He sighed and she stole a tiny peek at him. He looked frustrated about something. The look of frustration caused his blue eyes to appear more intense, more serious, and it was even more dazzling. She felt herself blushing and she looked at the water again. The water that was the same color as his clear blue eyes.
"I can only tell you that my family is a threat to you. You appear fragile to me, and I wouldn't want any harm to come to you on behalf of my family," Donatello said.
Leann made a funny face as she scrunched her eyebrows together.
"Fragile? I appear fragile to you?" She demanded.
He chuckled.
"Did I offend you?" He asked.
"Yes! I'm not fragile!" Leann told him indignantly.
He chuckled again.
"Innocent then. Is that a better description?" He asked in an amused voice.
"No! Drake is always telling me I'm too innocent and that's so not true!" She declared.
He was laughing and smiling at her.
"It's not?" He asked through his laughter.
Leann glared at him.
"No! Do I really come off like that? As some naive, fragile, innocent little girl?" She demanded.
He stopped laughing and smiled softly at her.
"Would you like me to describe how I see you?" He asked.
"Yes!" She replied, still looking very offended.
He smiled wider and leaned against a tree trunk as he gazed at her.
"When I look at you I see a beautifully innocent girl who's been through a lot and doesn't need anymore chaos in her life. Is that accurate?" He asked.
Leann blushed even more.
"I'm not that innocent," She mumbled.
He smiled a dark smile.
"It's not a bad thing to be innocent," He told her.
Leann glared at him. She was highly offended. Drake was always telling her that she was too naive and trusting and far too innocent. He always claimed that he had to watch out for her because she had child-like judgment. Now Donatello was telling her that he thought she was too innocent and frankly, she didn't appreciate it. She wasn't some naive little girl and she would prove it.
"So you really think I'm just some innocent girl with no devious intentions?" She asked as she glared at him.
He started laughing again.
"Define 'devious intentions' if you will," Donatello said.
"You really think I let you walk me out here, all alone in the middle of a secluded forest, without a devious agenda in mind?" She asked.
He laughed even harder and she cut her eyes at him. Men were so infuriating! She decided to prove right then and there that she was a lot more mischievous then she appeared to be. She marched over to where he stood leaning against the tree. He raised his eyebrows at her as he still chuckled softly. She leaned in close to him and kissed him roughly on the lips. His lips felt cool and soft against her own.
Donatello stopped laughing immediately and he let out a sharp breath of surprise. Leann kissed him again, harder this time, and pressed herself against him. Donatello tightly gripped her sides as he kissed her back. He was obviously still surprised, because he was kissing her carefully. Leann was very pleased with herself for taking him by surprise and she kissed him again and again. He tasted delicious and she never wanted to stop.
Finally, she forced herself to end the kiss. She broke away from him and smiled triumphantly at him.
"I told you I wasn't so innocent," She declared.
He let out a heavy breath as he stared at her. The expression on his face was unreadable and Leann began to feel a little nervous. Maybe she shouldn't have been so bold.
"In case you couldn't tell," She babbled nervously, "I like you. But it's like, whatever. If you don't like me I mean. It doesn't matter really, so don't feel obligated to do anything."
She really wished she had stopped talking, but she had a tendecy to babble when she felt uneasy. She looked at the ground, feeling her face grow hot.
A shadow moved over her and she looked up. Donatello was standing there looking at her. He looked at her with a soft intensity and it blew her mind. She wanted to look away because she was beginning to feel dizzy again, but his gaze was hypnotic. It was impossible to stop staring at him. He cupped her face gently in his cool hands and tilted her mouth up towards his hovering lips.
The kiss this time was different. He still kissed her carefully on the lips, as if he had to restrain himself, but it was full of passion and feeling. His lips were so soft and cold and felt amazing against her own. She kissed him back and she felt as if the earth was tilting. She had to cling against him so she wouldn't fall. He wrapped his arms delicately around her as he continued to gently kiss her mouth.
Even though his kisses were soft and gentle, it still felt as if he was consuming her. She was breathless and and exhilarated at the same time.
After several moments that felt like in an eternity to her, Donatello broke away from her face. He stared softly into her eyes as he continued to hold her in his arms.
"In case you couldn't tell," He said quietly, "I like you too."
Leann blushed again and looked down at the ground.
"Oh," She said, "Well that's good."
He chuckled softly.
"Come on, let's get you home," He said.
She nodded, still slightly dizzy. He grabbed her hand again and started walking. As Leann walked along next to him, she felt as if she were dreaming. Donatello's cold hand held hers however as he guided her out of the forest, and Leann knew it was reality.
