For me, the following few days seemed to go by very quickly. A kaleidoscope of snapshots with memories slid by in front of my eyes. In between packing and getting myself mentally and physically ready for the trip to Japan. My Dad and Carly helped me with the plane ticket to Mt. Fuji Shizuoka Airport. I became more nervous and anxious as the day drew nearer. For me, this will be a first. exploring the other side of the globe by myself.
Jakey helped me last night with the mountain of clothes that I wanted to bring with me. I felt overwhelmed by the experience and the mountain I created in my bedroom, so I put off doing things too long. I was in such disarray that I needed Jakey's help. He knew that I was like this. Me being so indecisive and a procrastinator when I feel too overwhelmed. However, I appreciated his help.
He calmed the storm within my mind that threatened to overwhelm me. Jakey gave me a big hug when he was done helping me and had organized both my carry-on bag and my luggage for the trip to Japan. I tried to burn his aroma and how he looked in my memory. With his ginger hair and even brighter-looking blue and green eyes between his freckles, he still had the scent of burnt ochre, vanilla, and amber. Since he met Alex a year ago, he had a different aura around him. I was happy for him. That's how I would remember Jakey in my mind.
I started to feel anxious since I realized that I might not see him for another two years. Like a snake coiling around my stomach and chest. He bid me goodbye, and I promised to stay in touch through letters.
The apartment buzzer broke through my thoughts while I had a glass of soda in my hands. I quickly sipped the last bits of the soda. I took a couple of clumsy strides to press the chipped, grey plastic button that made the odd bug-like noise. I nearly toppled over my overnight bag with my clothes for the weekend with April. After a deep grunt, I pressed the button.
"Hey, hello, um, welcome to Kawakami's residence. How may I help you?" I spoke softly and shyly. Quite nervous, as I detested answering the apartment buzzer. It's instances like this that I miss my sister around the apartment. She was at work, of course. And she at least had the social skills to handle situations like this.
"Hey Alley, it's April here. I am here to pick you up," April answered cheerfully. I grinned, feeling excited for the first time since last week. I wanted to spend my last weekend with someone I also started to see as a genuine and close friend. When I asked the turtles what they were doing this weekend when I messaged them, they said they were busy with training. I was sad, but I knew that their training was important.
"Yeah, sure, be right there, Ape. Just quickly going to greet my Dad before we go," I quickly went to the lounge and greeted my Dad by giving him the regular awkward side hug and a kiss on his cheek. He was busy on his laptop with work in the lounge. Organizing a presentation and speech for work on Tuesday.
"Bye, Dad, see you on Sunday. Please behave," I joked with my Dad. He laughed, raising an eyebrow and shaking his head at my antics. His ebony hair with slight hints of silver shook about as well.
"You must behave, Alison. See you on Sunday," He gave me a little tickle on my side in return when I held him too long in the hug. Letting him go, I hurriedly placed the empty glass in the sink in the kitchen and slung the overnight bag across my shoulder.
I noticed April standing outside with Vern "The Falcon" Fenwick as I descended the stairs two at a time to get downstairs more quickly. For me, he is more like Vern "Foam-Froth" Fenwick, in my opinion.
"Hey Ape and Foam-Froth," I greeted them casually. Ape snorted at my greeting toward Vern. She knew the nickname would stick with me. She lifted her hand and chuckled softly with her hand in front of her mouth.
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Through An Artist's Soul - Book 2 - Raphael x OC x Leonardo
FanfictionBased on the 2014 TMNT characters, but with 2003 and 2012 TMNT inspiration. The sequel to Through An Artist's Eyes. Pardon my grammar or spelling. English is not my first language. Alison Kawakami had been mutated and needs to adapt to her changes a...