Things go wrong just by looking at them. The things you care and love about go through problems if you just let them be. Respect their decisions, let them have their freedom, and they get greedy. Or indecisive. Being good has only brought pain. Being good has only brought misfortune, little paycheck. But it's brought emotions. Real emotions. Not fake, stuck-up, plastic ignorance. Truth. But rarely happiness. Casey is at peace with his life, but it's like a war replaying in his mind. What went wrong, how, when, why, and the constant replay, after replay, after replay. He used to think of himself as a hero, a vigilante worth a title, a story, a name. And now he just feels like a broke gay kid with both mommy and daddy issues. And he loves Donnie. This kiss.. This action, the sudden move.. He should be loving it. Enjoying it. Playing along. But he can't. It doesn't.. It doesn't feel right. This isn't right. Donatello isn't expressing love in this kiss. Casey knows that all too well. It's just.. Confusion, anger, sadness, frustration. He's just trying to use Casey as a.... As a way to escape. And it.. It doesn't feel right. Because it isn't right. Donatello Hamato, the brave, smart turtle. He has a boyfriend. One who Jones already forgot the white ass name to.
Donnie pulled back, his lips slightly parted as he rested his hands on Casey's chest, staring at his eyes, expecting something more.
Jones shook his head and gently pushed Donatello off him, walking over to the closet door. Donnie seemed confused and frustrated by that, clueless.
"Wha- I- What? I thought you wanted that. Make up your damn mind, Jones! You want this and you want that, why would you take it if I just give you it?" Donatello seemed puzzled, and off. Somehow.... Off.
"I do." Casey groaned in frustration and let his forehead fall against the door. "I do want you."
"Then why not have me?"
"You're dating someone, Don." Casey spun his head around at Donatello, glaring at him.
"I can break up with him!"
"Are you fucking serious right now?!"
Casey yelled. At Donatello. He.. Yelled. Why did he yell.? Shit.
"What do you mean..?" Donnie looked up at Casey, his eyes wide and yet.. Sad.
"You don't go dating someone for that long and then just break up with them. You said I was leading you on, and that I needed to stop. Well what about you? If you're so willing to break up with him so quickly without putting a single thought into it, aren't you just leading him on, Don? How is that fair?" Casey sighed, and felt the door, finding a small latch on the top of it he didn't find before.
Donatello was silent, just staring at Casey as he opened the door, stepping out to look around a bright, blue room. Butterflies and a beautiful rainbow reflected on a waterfall in one corner of the room, painted on the walls. It was a beautiful forest scene. What made it most creative, was the blue rug by the waterfall that was supposed to look like a pool of water. It was beautiful, intoxicating his eyes now. He groaned and fell on the bed, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.
"You're right." Donnie spoke quietly, sitting down on the stool at the end of the bed, staring at the floor. "You're right. I have been leading him on. What I'm doing isn't fair. To you, to him, to me. And I'm sorry, Jones. I'm sorry I've put us all in this mess."
"No. I'm not in it. That's your mess." Casey responded harshly, sitting up on the bed. "I fucked up before and then I stopped. What you did, you did. Don't involve me in it."
Donatello stared at Casey, forcing tears from falling. "You're right." He said even quieter, looking down at the floor.
Jones sighed, eventually the room split in two again and the rooms were back to the original setup. Casey walked over to the center of the room and glanced at Donatello, disappointed.
"I'm sorry." He said softly, before walking out of the escape room early. Everyone was confused, but nobody said anything. Donatello just watched Casey, his eyes filled with regret.
Jones sat in the school parking lot with a rented truck, brushing his hair back as he tried to make himself look as cool as possible for anyone who happened to be nearby. He always rented a truck from a friend for picking up Angel from school. He didn't want the kids in her school knowing their financial problems. He wants them to think she's lucky. He wants her to be liked. And as far as he's overheard on her phone calls with friends, it works. Casey anxiously tapped the steering wheel as he waited, eventually turning the engine off as he just let the truck be parked there. Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes and she'd be out.
He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss, though. How Donatello did that.. Regardless of his relationship status, did he actually mean it? It's hard to know with him. He's indecisive sometimes.. Or confusing. It's.. Frustrating.
He looked at his phone, eight more minutes. Maybe he could watch Angel in her last few minutes of class, help with her popularity and see what it's actually at. He did it a few years back, he's allowed to. He's friends with one of her teachers anyways, and that should be the class she's in right now. Yeah! He'll just go!
He got out of the truck and locked it, his phone in his back pocket. He wore tall hiking boots, ripped jeans, and a light gray tank top. He walked inside the front doors and waved at the staff who greeted him.
"Here to pick up Angel?" The woman asked with a smile.
"Nope! Just to watch for now, make sure everything's alright." He laughed, and the woman nodded in agreement.
"She's in Mr. Schneider's class right now!"
"Thank you Mrs.Chips!
He walked off into the hallway, peeking through the classroom windows curiously as he made his way to Angels current class. He got there in a few minutes, stepping in through the doorway to see everyone doing some sort of project. Angel was in the corner, talking to her friends.
(SORRY FOR BEING INDECISIVE ISTG🙏🙏
But I'm making her 13 again! And sticking with it for now!!)
She looked up and groaned, which made her friends giggle. Casey walked over to the teachers desk and leaned his elbows on it.
"Hey Mr.Schneider!" He grinned, and his friend laughed.
"Hey Mr.Jones 2.0, you back into Hockey again? You had a good career ahead of you."
"Nope. Haven't played since Highschool." He chuckled, standing up and leaning his shoulders back as he slid his hands in his pockets, glancing over at Angel with a smile and a wave. Most of the class either looked over at her and whispered, or just stared at him and whispered. Regardless, everyone whispered.
"Alright everyone! Time to pick up! School ends in three minutes!" Anson Schneider stood up from his chair and clapped twice, making Cassy chuckle as everyone followed.
"Been a while since we talked, huh?"
"Too long."
Eventually, the bell rang. Casey walked out behind Angel with a smile, her friends following her.
"Hey Angel, good luck with your brother." One of them said with a chuckle before he walked away, waving goodbye.
"Bye bye!" Casey said cheerfully, waving goodbye to them. Angel glared at Jones, yet he remained cheerful and waved goodbye to her other friend when they walked away.
"Seriously?" She asked, clearly embarrassed.
"Seriously." He grinned, laughing a bit.
They walked out, and he sat in the drivers seat of the truck as she sat in the passengers seat, texting someone on her phone the entire drive.
Even after they got home, he still anxiously sat in the truck as tapped the wheel, parked in the parking lot. She had glanced over at him, but eventually stepped out and went inside. He just sat there, turning off the engine.
"Fuck." He hissed, his head falling back on the seat as he closed his eyes, a headache reforming in his head.
(Sorry for the late chapter, doves!)
