TMNT OneShots

How Could I Not?[DonnieXYours Truly]

[Yes, I'm doing a One-Shot for my ACTUAL self, and yes I'm using my real name. Get over it. That is me in the media, BTW. Allsssooo, I'm gonna do a Raphanardo one shot next, so if you don't like Tcest(I love it) or SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT SMUT(always good) don't read. Peace off~✌🏻✌🏽✌🏿🐢💙💜💛❤️ Wøłfę øüt!]

Kyrsten's POV

I ran, again. I can't believe I was so stupid to think that, maybe, I could try and confess and pretend he didn't love April. I had ended up on top of an apartment complex, the wind whipping through my dumb hair. I had cut it months ago, it was a cute pixie, and it was dyed bright red, but now it was growing out with my natural blonde/brown, and it was a mullet down past my ears. Tch, and everyone wonders why I wear a hat. I fiddled with my septum piercing and pushed my Harry Potter-like glasses up as I stared out on the New York cityscape, tears streaming down my face. Maybe one day I'd be able to say it to his face, but for now, I just spoke it to the empty roof.

"I love you, Donnie. So much. I...I wish you would get over April, but I can't ask you to do that. That's like asking me to give up on you, and that'd be hypocritical and cruel. I love you enough to say that if you love April, then go for it. If you're happy, than I'm happy, but I need to let you know that I do love you, with all my heart. So, do what you will with that information." I chuckled at myself, shaking my head and wiping away a few stray tears as I stated at the sky. That is, until another voice entered my range of hearing.

"I knew I wasn't the only one who talked to themselves." With a startled squeak, I drew my kamas and jumped to my feet. I recognized that voice. Shitty shitty shit. HE HEARD ME! I tucked my weapons away and slowly turned to face him, my face growing to match my hair. My purple-masked crush was staring back at me, an adorkable gap-toothed grin spreading on his face. "So you love me?" He asked quietly.

"How could I not?!" I yelled. "You're smart, funny, kind, adorable, and you actually care! You don't make fun of me when my wrist gives out and I can't write or I have to use my cane to walk around(I get really dizzy sometimes and have to use a cane to get around), you don't steal my hat and constantly try to take it off, and you don't make me feel like I'm a ditzy blonde. (I have some serious issues trying to understand some things, and always get made fun of.) You take your time when you teach me something, and you help me learn it! Even if I get frustrated, you don't let me quit. You always make me persevere. And normally, I would, but I know you love April, so I just kinda gave up." I trailed off, the tears running like tiny streams. He walked close to me and moved my glasses out of the way, wiping the tears off my face.

"Awh, Kyrsten...please stop crying. I don't like April like that anymore. I acted like it so 1.) I wouldn't make an idiot of myself if you didn't like me and 2.) because it's kind of adorable to see you jealous. I do love you, okay?" He said quietly, rewarding me with another huge, gapped grin. My head darted up as he took my hand in his.

"R-really?" I asked quietly, tilting my head up a bit in amazement.

"How could I not?" He repeated back to me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

He loved me. And I wouldn't ever let him go.