Oh Really? (A Y/N x ROTTMNT story)

Chapter Two: The Beginning of A... [pt. 1]

"Oh come on, out of everything you've done, your mom's mad that you stay up past ten?" the familiar voice asked like it was mocking. "That's so stupid!" 

"Yeah, I know, Mark. Sure, I may have a screwy sleeping schedule, but at least I get a little sleep," Y/n said, clearly annoyed. "But now I'm grounded, so I can't go out for a week." he laid across his chair, being slightly dramatic. This made Mark laugh.

"You should have been in the theatrics fine arts classes," Mark stated, still struggling with holding back his wheeze of a laugh. Y/n frowned, but he internally agreed with his ex-friend as he sat up.

Y/n woke up from that awkward dream, where he slept awkwardly. "What time is it..?" his morning voice, a small hint of raspiness sewn into his typical voice, asked himself as he checked the alarm clock. It was 6:23 am. "Huh, four hours of sleep." His hand was dragged through the air by his arm as he turned off the upcoming alarm.

He sat up, his e/s eyes going back to being closed, and his h/l and h/c tangled a small bit from the tossing and turning. He then heard his mother calling for him to get ready for school. "Oh god.." he groaned, not wanting to go at all.

Y/n swung his legs over the side of his bed and slowly got up. He opened his eyes again and went to find a mirror. He tripped over a box and fell flat on his face. "God- ow?" he practically questioned if he was actually in pain or if he was just saying 'ow' on a reflex. He got back up and rubbed his eyes. "Just great, this is how we're starting today." 

He went to one of his boxes labeled 'Clothes' and dug through, grabbing an f/c sarcastic tee shirt and some disgrace of a pair of jeans. 'Ugh, no pockets?' he thought to himself, wrinkling the bridge of his nose. He slipped out of his pajama shirt, putting on a makeshift binder to hide his chest, then puts on his shirt. He then slipped out of his sleeping shorts to put on the jeans, finishing the look with socks and some black Converse.

Y/n finger-combed his hair, praying it doesn't look like total shit on the first day. He walked out of his room. "Honey, you need to wear a light jacket. It's 60-something outside," his mother told him. As Y/n grumbled and went back to his room to grab a gray jacket, he noticed a bobby pin and used it to keep hair from falling in his face.

He finally walked back out with his jacket on. "Oh good, well since you won't have much time, I just wanted to let you know I got you a new phone, since the old one you had cracked and stopped working. You can get it later if you're in a hurry, though -" his mom started. "Nope! I can take it now and work on it during advisory class. But thank you, ma!" Y/n said as he grabbed a piece of breakfast.

His mom handed him the new, clean-screened, and non-broken phone. He shoved it in his backpack side pocket and slung the backpack over one of his shoulders. "K ma, love you, bye," Y/n said and ran out the door.