Always Be There

Chosen

The boys had fallen asleep again, this time Don purposely fell asleep on Casey. He wouldn't admit it, though. Casey passed out a few minutes after the turtle, having nothing to do other than stare into darkness. (which freaked him out.)

Casey couldn't stop thinking, What does 'chosen one' mean? Is it like- you're his pillow now? He was confused to no end about what it meant. He just decided he would ask either Donnie or the others about it tomorrow.
Then he fell into sleep's embrace.

They awoke the next morning, this time Casey was the one who woke up first, with Donnie latched to him.
What in the opposite day-? He blinked, realizing he was stuck again. You did it to spite me didn't you? He glared at the turtle, though no hostility in it. He went to wake him, then remembered; "wake him and we kill you"

Goddamnit.

He texted the others again, deciding now was a good time to ask what this whole "chosen one" bullshit was.

Me: Yo, so about this whole "chosen one" thing, what the hell does it mean? Am I just a pillow now orrr. . .?

Redrage: He fell asleep again didn't he?

Me: . . .

Cptn Ryan's Boyfriend: You guys, it's literally six in the morning, we have training in an hour. Sleep.

Paint Eater: Buzzkill.

Paint Eater: GEKSBWKSNDO-

Me: What's up with the keyboard smash?

Redrage: by the sound of it, Leo probably went into his room because he was offended.

Me: Ah

Redrage: EOSNSODEKS-

Me: Damn, he got you too?

Me: Hello?

Me: Guys? You still haven't answered my question!

Me:. . . Ugh forget it you guys are useless

Casey sighed and set down his phone, looking around, then down at the sleeping terrapin. "Okay, sleeping beauty, rise and shine. I kinda need my lap back." He shook the turtle, only feeling the gold tighten around his waist in response. "Okay- kinda need to breathe- How the hell are you the weakest of the four?" The boy continued attempting to wake him.
He awoke, flinching away from the hand tapping his face. He blinked and looked up, seeing the blurry figure staring back at him. His eyes widened and he quickly scrambled off, looking away in embarrassment.
Casey made a dramatic gasp for air, grinning. "How the hell are you the weakest of the four? Ya practically suffocated me."

The turtle didn't answer, just fiddling with his hands nervously.
Casey sighed. "Dude, it's fine, the others are killing each other in their rooms right now. I won't tell a soul. Casey's word!" He raised a fist for a fist bump.
The turtle turned, smiling and returning it. Then grabbing his wrist and bending it back.
"Ow! Owowowow!" The boy yelped. "Okay, okay! I know what happens if I don't! I surrender!" He tapped the couch three times, receiving his wrist back. He rubbed it, frowning and turning to him. "Ow."

The turtle just grinned, giving a thumbs up and standing. He grabbed his T-phone off the other end of the couch and went into the kitchen.
Casey followed, still rubbing his wrist. I'm starting to think he's getting better already, ow that fucking hurt. He entered, sitting at the table and watching the turtle rummage through the fridge.
"What do you want?" The phone suddenly spoke.
"Uh- just some pancakes and bacon I guess? I dunno-"
The turtle nodded, grabbing out a bunch of things from the fridge.
Oh- he's making them from scratch? Casey realized, assuming they would have just had frozen prepackaged pancakes. "Eh- nevermind you don't have too-"
"Shut it, Jones. I already grabbed the stuff. Also it gives my arm exercise so it works."
Casey just shut his mouth and nodded.
The turtle grinned again. I swear, Jones.