The Chaos Theory: Book One - Donnie

Emotions Are For The Pure

Chapter Nine

Y/N's POV:

"Donnie. Dude. I'm more than happy to give up my bed if you want it."

"No-! No, that's not necessary. I'm just fine with the couch." Donnie countered.

"Alright, then. I'll grab some blankets and pillows so you don't freeze. I'll be right back."

As I walked down the hall to the linen closet, my footsteps echoed in the quiet house. At the very top of the shelves, I discovered a beige throw blanket with a nice feel. I also took some pillows and a weighted blanket from my own room. I figured it'd be nice to have some pressure on his back since Donnie had left his battle shell at home. With my hands now overflowing, I gathered everything up in my arms and made my way back to the living room.

"Alright, here's all the stuff that I could grab- AH-" My foot tripped over a long blanket. I stumbled forward, dropping almost everything. Something wrapped around my wrist, preventing me from falling to the ground.

"You okay?" Donnie mumbled. He quickly let go of my hand.

"Yup. All good. The only thing in pain right now would be the blankets, which, I highly doubt, because they have no feelings. Yeah. Yup," the words flew out of my mouth unprepared, "Thanks."

"No probbles." Donnie bent down to pick up the blankets that I'd dropped, immediately putting them in his own arms. I picked up a pillow off the floor and placed it on the couch where he would be sleeping.

"Well, Dee, since you're the guest, what do you wanna do? There's not a lot of things to do around here, but I'm sure we can think of something." Donnie tilted his head, thinking deeply about something we could do to burn time.

"I'm always up for another sparring session. We need a rematch. After all, you did, sort-of kick my a/ss last time." The turtle had a sense of pride in asking for a rematch.

"Hah! As if you'd even win. Now, as much I'd love to kick your a/ss again, I think you've had enough fighting for the day. Besides, it's barely even noon. Why not rest for a bit?"

Donnie dramatically sighed, loud as he could to acknowledge how badly he wanted to beat me in a sparring session. "Fine. If we must. Do you have any video games?"

I smiled at the suggestion I could comply with. "Yes! I have a couple of video games and lots of board games. Are you up for some Mariokart? Maybe then you might have a chance to beat me at something." I giggled. When it came to videogames, I sucked. I love 'em', but I sucked.

"Gasp- Sweet Galileo, oh, of course I would! Dibs on Shy Guy!" Donnie scurried over to my Nintendo Switch, already plugging it into the console and starting up the game. He sat on the floor, his legs in a crossed position. The white screen gave his green face a tinted hue. I sat beside him, clutching the second controller in my hands.

Donnie, as he claimed, used Shy Guy for all of the rounds. I, obviously, used the best character- Princess Rosalina.

Not even five seconds into the game, and I'm already in last place.

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"Come on, come on, come on- Wooooh! First place, baby!" Donnie threw down his controller in a state of glee, while I finished eleven places behind him. I'm surprised how he remained so happy after raging about being hit by so many red and blue shells. After being hit with one myself, I just wanted to break the whole game.

"Okay, show off. No need to brag!"

"Well par-don-me. It's not my fault that you're a sore loser. It's too bad that I can't relate. Ha-ha!!" His feet were kicking in the air. His face was absolutely ecstatic. Donnie finally stood up, stretching his back, leaving a moment of silence. I laughed quietly to myself at his gestures and rolled my eyes.