Well, here it is. the long anticipated second chapter to this fic.ENJOY!!!
:: Donny sits at the computer ::
D: Uh,hey,this girl here isn't the owner of TMNT or anything affiliated with it. But, I'm glad she's writing a story about me.
Don couldn't wipe the smile from his face the whole way home and upon arriving, found the thought of calling Natty an
anticipation he couldn't shake. As he walked through the door he pushed the button on the device and changed back to his
usual form, than took it off and placed it on his work bench. Next, he took off the jacket he wore and pulled Natty's
number from the pocket. Setting the jacket aside, he made his way to the phone he had rigged up at the far end of the
room. Slightly nervous, he reached for the receiver but, just as he went to lift it off the hook, a voice interrupted him.
" Hey Donny boy, how'd it go?"
Dropping his hand from the receiver, he sighed and turned to face the source.
" It works pretty well Mikey. I might need to test it a few more times before I'm completely confident with it."
He replies, making sure not to let the sudden feeling of annoyance seep through his voice. Balling the small paper in his
hand, to hide it from view, he walks toward his brother.
"Don't even think it."
He orders, noticing Mikeys hand creeping towards the work bench.
"Aww man."
Replies Mikey,sulking.
"I just wanna know what I would look like."
He pouts. Quickly, Don snags the device before Mikey has a second chance to take it, and looks it over in his hands.
" If everything goes well with this one,I'll make you one of your own."
He says, not taking his eyes off of the device. Only partially paying attention, Mikey fiddles with something on the work
bench.
" So, have you come up with a name for it yet?"
Asks Mikey, still playing with the small springy item on the bench. Looking up at his brother, Don clasps the thing back
onto his belt.
" Yeah,I think I'm just gonna call it an "HHD"."
He answers,slightly dissatisfied with the name. Mikey looks at him with a puzzled expression. Sighing,Don explains further.
"It stands for "Hard Hologram Device". I know it's not the most original but, it works."
He says,as he sits down at the work bench. Just than, Mikey heard the others heading toward the kitchen for dinner.
"Comin Donny boy?"
He asks, halfway out the door.
"Be there in a minute."
Don answers, heading back over towards the phone and picking it up. Looking at the paper in his hand, he dials the
number written on it. He hears three rings before a womans voice is heard on the other end.
"Hello?"
She says expectantly.
" Natty? Hi, this is Donny."
He responds, nervously gripping the phone.
" Oh,Donny,Hi, what's up?"
She replies cheerily. A smile appears on his face once more.
" Nothing much, I was just wondering if we could get together tomorrow night?"
He questions,nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
" Sure."
She says.
" OK, I'll meet you at about nine in the place where we left each other."
He arranges.
"Alright, I'll see you than, goodnight Donny."
She says, her voice coming across more sweetly at the end.
" Goodnight Natty."
He returns, just as sweetly. He than hangs up the reciever and walks over to his computer desk where, he opens a drawer
and places the small slip of paper inside before reclosing it. Than he leaves the room,headed for the kitchen to join his
brothers for dinner.
Wow, looks like there may be some midnight creepin going on. HEHEHE
D: Will you knock it off !!
Me: NEVER!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA