Donnie's Thoughts

Water Balloons

A loud moan can be heard around our, somewhat empty, lair. Michelangelo was laying face down on our worn out couch, sweat dripping off his exhausted face. He moved his head from side to side, his mouth opened as he let out another moan. Soon a grunt from a hot tempered turtle was heard as well, blocking out the young turtle. The red clad teenage turtle also had sweat coming down his face, a light tint of crimson staining his dark cheeks.

"It's sooooo hot!" Mikey exclaimed rather loudly. He turned over onto his side and scanned the room. "Plus I'm so bored."

Raphael glared at Mikey from where he stood near the practice dummy, one hand holding a bottle of water while a towel hung off his right shoulder. His piercing green eyes sent Mikey a warning, making the youngest to quiet down. With a smirk, Raph grabbed the towel and began wiping his forehead. He sighed and drank his water, tossing the empty bottle in a nearby bin.

"Quit your whining! You're giving me a headache." Raphael yelled out to Mikey, aggravated by the orange clad turtle. "Why don't you get your lazy shell up and do something about it?" He grunted out. Raphael sat on one of the oversized beanbag chairs pulling out one of his comics. He began reading idly, eyes drifting over the pages lazily. One hand drifts over to his small turtle friend, Spike. Raph gently rubs Spike's tiny head, his other hand flips the page of his comic.

Mikey sat up from his position on the couch and pouted. Baby blue eyes set downcast as the words of the second eldest rang around the lair. Suddenly, a mischievous glint flashed in the eyes of the youngest brother. His mouth turned into a wild smile and his eyes widened with happiness. A joyous atmosphere poured out from his being as the turtle jumped from his seat. He cast his gaze to Raph and spoke in a mischief manner.

"You know what Raph, you're right. I don't want to not be so lazy."I frowned and looked over at Mikey from where I sat. Double negative. His grammar is horrible. "I'll be in my room if you need me!" Mikey bolted from the room with his T-Phone in hand. I was curious as to what Mikey was up to. I turned to Raph to voice what he thought on Mikey's peculiar behavior. As if he wasn't already unusual as a mutant teenage turtle can be.

Raphael shrugged and shook his head as a signal to ignore Mikey's antics. Oh, how can one ignore a, potentially hazardous, rambunctious young teen. I signed, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of my mind, and set down the book I was reading a while ago.

Today, the weather was predicted to be low eighties. However, it's very hot down here in the sewers. It's a little over ninety degrees in the lair. Summer is usually a bad time for us living under New York. What's worse is we can't escape the sewers in favor of going to the beach or public pools.

I wiped the sweat running down the back of my neck. With great effort, I stand up and stretch my aching muscles. I lick my dry lips, feeling parched in need of a cold glass of water. Turning over to Raphael, whom still sat with his beloved pet, I smiled and spoke.

"I'm going to get some water. Do you need anything from the kitchen?" I asked politely. Raph looked my way and nodded. "Sure. Bring me a bottled water, would you? Thanks brainiac!" The red clad teen replied with a grin. I scowled his way, his back facing me, as I made my way toward the kitchen. That request would have done without the name calling. A pout was possibly evident in my face as I opened the refrigerator. Will Raphael ever stop with his teasing? 
Could he ever stop the teasing?

Grabbing the two bottles, I failed to notice the faint sound of the turnstiles as someone arrived at the lair. "Hey Raph!" A cheerful voice said. My head bolted up from the fridge and I ran towards the doorway of the kitchen. I peeked around the corner and as soon as I spotted orange hair, my heart soared! April!