A punk's love (Punks TMNT Fanfiction)

Chapter 1.

Angel's Pov.

It was puring outside, not like I could hear a thing. The turtles made sure the place was soundproof, from the inside to the outside. And by the turtles I mean M.C stealing the materials, Rebel handeling the tools, Ghost designing the blue print, and Swift, well, keeping me "company". I wasn't aloud to help them with the re-making of the warehouse, they wanted to add an extra training room since I took their only one to make my bedroom. Rebel often glanced over at us, he glared at Swift any time the blue wearing turtle got close to me. It was funny watching him get all angry, but I knew enough to not make fun of it when he was watching or hearing.

Once they finished with the new training room the went to their sepparate rooms, I staeyd behind and went to use the new dojo. It was pretty much the same as the old one, only this one had new equipment added. They added some stuff that I could use. Rebel and Ghost were very picky for what I could lift and could not. I had told them many times I could manage whatever they used, but they didn't budge.

I started doing some stretches so I wouldn't pull a muscle or something. When I streached down to touch my feet I heard a wolf like whistle.

-Damn toots, you have a fine looking ass- Swift may be Rebel's brother, but he really did get on my nerves sometimes. This also pissed Rebel off sometimes, but he still didn't let me knock hes teeth in.

-Doesn't Rebel warn you about flirting with me dipshit?- I usually don't swear, just because I never did learn any swear words. But living here has tought me one thing, these guys have swearign as a daily diet.

-Na toots he can't expect me to not flirt with you when you look fine as hell, i'd tapp that ass if you ever wanna have some fun - I almost gagged at his request but ignored it like the rest of the stuff he said to me. Like, for reals, he needed to get laid, far, far, far away from me.

I kept doing my thing and went to do some sit-ups when I saw Rebel from the corner of my eye watching closely from the living room. He had his jaw clenched, he was about to jump in, but he stayd sitted. Swift followd me close and I knew pretty soon this was gonna turn into a blood bath.

-How about you go tell that to you're bother, see what he thinks- I know I was making things worse for the walking time bomb, but I couldn't help it, he was cute when he got angry, and sexy.

-Gladly, but hes not around sooo ima take some risks- I laughed internally, he really was that stupid, not to mention he just signed his death certificate.

-Yuh sure about dat Swift? Sounds tuh me like your takin' mawh than a risk. Whant dis day tuh be your last?- God damn, that accent always took over my mind...and my dreams. Oh how I wish he would just make a move already. He glared down at swift, while I just watched from the side lines.

-Hey there big bro, I was just messing around, I mean for reals you cannot say that this girl doesn't have a fine ass- I looked over at rebel and wanted to see what he answerd to what Swift had said. He didn't even glanced at me, but I still managed to see a glince of pink on his face.

-Dat aint your business Swift. Now get goin' befawh i break mawh dat just your face.- I wasn't paying any attention to anything the guys said anymore. I was long gone to the other side to work on my splits and over splits. M.C told me that I needed to be flexible so that I could get anywhere with them on patrol. I started looking for different streatches that could work for me. I ended up finding some ballet streatches that required me to do some splits and some bending of my body. I started doing this on a daily basis and ended up liking it so much I started to stay in a split position more than an hour. I had a thing for classical music and ballet from what I can remember from when I was a child and my brother was still with me. I guess it was really ment to be.