Of Men and Mutants (Rottmnt Donnie x reader🍋)

Pt 40

After much consideration and a few days, you chose to talk to Donatello. Trying to have that conversation with him was difficult over phone, so later, the pit in your stomach sank lower as your mother helped you get a box out to the moving truck. You had talked to Montana about how to leave a reminder for him, having gotten your hoodie in exchange for him to get his back. You sprayed your yellow hoodie with whatever scent you usually wore, ready to leave it and a bottle of the perfume/cologne behind for your rival to find somewhere, like a chapter on a page.

It felt like everything was falling apart as you watched your family say goodbye to the few people they'd gotten to know here in New York. As you felt the need to seek an out, you walked a few good steps down the road by Montana's side. You let her give you a hug, an embrace that you played off in a joking manner as "a sad public display of neediness" when you knew it was simply her show of affection.

As your best friend sniffled and held back her tears, Nat walked over, grabbing her sister's hand and giving some random excuse to let you have a moment to yourself. You tried to think about it as a kind gesture, but fell lonely as you caught a glimpse of something around the corner. It was a figure wearing a familiar shade of purple, but he wasn't mold-colored.

"You seriously thought you'd be leaving without conversing with me first? Pish posh, my dearest enemy. I know the look is...-" As he stepped closer, you see the pale boy you have faint memory of... the boy you knew was him. "-New... But I can assure you, I'm none other than your esteemed rival-"

"-Tello... Shut up." You say, trying not to smile at the ground as you try to bite your tongue so as to now act a fool. He was now directly in front of you, waving a hand at your face. He hears you mutter something that you didn't even think about under your breath, gently raising your face with his hand. You got a good look at him, seeing an odd adoration in his eyes and the hoodie in his hands. The hoodie didn't stand alone in his grip, accompanied by a bottle of cologne, same as Montana had suggested you do.

"Why didn't you tell me?... I don't care... too much... But, I'd rather be informed of my new free time. I could have already begun rescheduling things to fit my newly discovered freedom." He tried to explain logically. For once, you couldn't see logic, nor hear the poorly self-convincing tone in his voice. You could hear was your heartbeat, familiar voices muttering, loudly buzzing car horns, and the whipping wind. You could see his annoyingly beautiful eyes, the oddly endearing gap in his front teeth, his science-pun shirt, and his faded, yet stylish baggy jeans.

"I... For once, I don't have an answer. Not even a smartass remark. I have nothing. I just didn't wanna say goodbye to you... Montana started crying and I don't like feelings-"

"-Oh come on. You'd have started crying if you told me?" The boy asked, smirking as you looked down again. You quickly raised your head, not wanting him to have noticed your initial reaction as you choked out a fake laugh.

"Nope. But, you probably would've. You love me, Mr. Van Ryan. Don't deny it." You said, trying to sound as cocky as possible. He noted that you had your hoodie and random bottle, glaring comedically towards Montana. She definitely told both of you to do the same thing.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Totally- oh wait. Nope. The Othello Van Ryan doesn't cry. Not even for you, princess." He said, earning a laugh as you both exchanged hoodies and bottles. You never thought you'd be grateful to both have hoodies that fit comfortably on each other.

"Oh, right! 'Cause you're an "Emotionally unavailable bad-boy" right?" You teased, earning his palm being gently placed over your face in a playful manner. You began to laugh with him, knowing that he told his brothers to never tell a soul about that comment he made himself. You now both had each other's hoodies on, having put the bottles in the hoodie pockets so as to have your childish scuffle without interruption or need to put down the objects.

As you both ended up leaning against a wall of a building, he continued making jokes as you recall seeing scars on his left forearm. You obviously had your home-made gloves on to hide your mystic-scars, but he kept looking towards your hands in the same manner as your stolen glances towards his arm. You both paused for a few moments too long, not teasing or even speaking for that matter. Just... getting closer...

Neither of you thought about the consequences of action nor the circumstances that this kiss rests in. You both leaned in and that was that. It was odd, really. A kiss that hadn't been promoted by flirtatious teasing or as a joke, just... being familiar and accepting that there seemed to be no reason not to kiss.

You pulled back, but only for a moment, causing him to flinch until he realized your expression wasn't displeased. He was fast to kiss you again, now standing in front of you and seeming more than confident as he gently placed his hands on your hips. With your back against the wall, you tried not to be awkward as you realized that he was doing surprisingly good for... whatever he counts as at the moment. A mutant? A human? He could be Moses parting the Red Sea right now, and you'd still be blacking out everything but him.

"Hey! Off my little sister, prick!" You hear your older brother's voice, quickly pulling away from Donatello and pushing him behind you so as to stand between him and your aggravated brother. Thankfully he was the only one to notice that you were just playing tongue-twister with some dude they never even met.

"Whoa! It's okay!-" You extended your hands defensively towards your brother's chest. "-This is... the guy I... uh... "Don't like"..." You said, hearing a snicker from Donatello as Montana looked over, seeing the scene and dropping to her knees like she just missed a shooting star.

"The guy you- pfft- The- Hahaha- Guy- y-you- Ahahahaha- There's no way- No way-" Your brother began to fall into a fit of laughter, causing you to glare as Donatello offered his reach towards your shoulders, to which you accepted. "-This guy's so ugly, though?" You heard your brother laugh, making Donatello laugh uncomfortably as he realized everything that's happening.

"Shut up, dude. Go help mom and dad, you worker mule." You said, shaming your brother for being rude as Donatello sighed. You felt his hands leave you, causing you to look back. But, as you tried to look towards the first person you've ever kissed, he was gone. Like a sudden wind or a crack of lightning, he was just... gone... Like you'd soon be.

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