Chapter Three
Raphael stood at the open door, he needed to talk to Michelangelo.
"Mikey? Please let me come in. I need to talk to you…" Michelangelo nodded and Raphael stepped into the messy room. He stumbled over a backpack full of prank stuff as he sat next to Michelangelo. Raphael watched Michelangelo cry into his knees as he was sat with his knees up by his chin.
"Hey…I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to upset you…"
"Y-you were right. I am rubbish at everything...art...singing...fights...being a good brother…I really am just a screw up…"
Raphael put his hand on Michelangelo's shoulder.
"No...I think you're amazing at art...and you can sing, really well! Nobody else can fight with nunchucks as well as you do! I'm sorry if I made you think any different…"
"I'm sorry...sorry for annoying you…"
"You don't annoy me, even so, it doesn't matter anymore. It's me who needs to be sorry, and I am. Now, do you want to show me the picture you did?" Michelangelo sighed and reached under his bed, there was one picture he didn't shred. Only because he wanted to show Leonardo. It was the one he drew the day before. It was amazing. The detail was so specific and the picture looked Three Dimensional. It was a hyper-realistic drawing of nunchucks. They looked so real. Real enough for anyone who did not know it was a drawing to think it was real nunchucks laying on a sheet of paper.
"I-It's incredible...Mikey...I can't believe this… It's 3D but 2D at the same time! You have a serious talent!" Michelangelo smiled slightly.
"Thanks...I would show you the rest but...I…"
"It's okay. I'll get another book for you tomorrow." Raph stood up and was about to leave. It was 0:36AM."It's late, you should be going to sleep."
"Goodnight, Raph"
"Night" he closed the door and walked to his own room. Just then his phone buzzed. It was a text from Leonardo.
Leo:
Thanks bro, it means a lot that you talked to Mikey. You okay?
Raph:
Its OK. I'm fine but tired. Where are you?
Leo:
Downstairs. I can't talk.
Raph:
Why?
Leo:
It hurts to.
Raph:
You alright?
Leo:
I don't know, probably. It's just my throat from shouting at you and the hay-fever I have isn't helping. Don't worry.
Raph:
okay I'm going to sleep.
Leo:
Sure okay. Oh and sorry about Donnie and I yelling. Donnie told me to say that he was angry and upset with you and Mikey arguing all the time. He said that he wishes he never yelled.
Raph:
Okay I will talk to him tomorrow.
Raphael switched off his T-phone and plugged it into the charger. Sighing, he flopped onto his bed and flicked the lamp off.
"Night, Spike…" he said solemnly, wishing Spike was still around