A/N: Ooh, look fail chapter with a really fail end. I'll fix the ending...Aaaaaaaand I may rewrite this entire thing after I finish the final chapter. Maybe. I still have boo-boos to fix in earlier chapters.
Disclaimer: I would pay someone to fold all these fortune tellers for my art project if I owned the turtles. *fold*
April paused her typing when she saw Donnie move into the lab. He didn't seem to notice her at first, instead choosing to walk over to a lab table covered in beakers.
Good, April could clear the browser history before he saw-
"What are you up to?"
April jumped up in surprise, then quickly minimized the internet window before calmly saying, "I have a report due soon in health, and my laptop wasn't working. I know I should've asked first, but I didn't want to bother you..."
"It's fine, don't worry about it." He walked over towards her as he asked, "What's your report on?" Before she could answer, he skimmed her typed up notes and let out a small "oh".
"Is something wrong?"
"No, it's just...nothing." April pursed her lips in thought and opened up her web page again to continue her research, knowing when to not push it. "Did you pick your topic?"
"Sort of. It was on a list of things we could choose from," she explained before adding some information to her document. "One thing I've noticed is that most of these web pages I've been using were already in the computer's history log..."
"I did research on that a while ago. I just had found something with it and got curious."
April tuned around and shot the turtle a gentle smile. She knew what was really going on, but decided to understand he didn't want to admit it.
She could keep a secret.
A/N: Still fail. Whatever. Now April knows thanks to doing a report on the-shoot, gotta go. Talk more later!