The Travelers Wish (The Wattys 2016)

Chapter 20

I stood under the arch of the entrance to the training room.

Raphael was furiously beating the crap out of that old red punching bag.

Seriously, how is that thing still holding together.

Duct tape, it had to be duct taped.

I joked to myself.

He hadn't noticed me standing here yet.

"What that punching bag ever do to you?"

I smirked walking towards him and sitting on the floor.

"Oh It's you."

He said still punching away.

"Who were you expecting, the pope?"

I smiled.

"No, maybe Leo with an apology..."

He trailed off, he didn't believe that, and he knew I didn't either.

"I think the pope would be more believable."

He stopped punching just long enough to shoot me a grin.

I decided to try to reason with him.

"I know what it's like to have to take orders from someone you don't want to hear them from. Like say an annoying goody goody brother, or in my case, know it all step parents.

But I know you know deep down past the annoying hero antics, Leonardo is a good leader."

He sighed.

Then sat down next to me.

"Yeah, I know, he says some pretty cheesehead stuff sometimes, but I know his hearts in the right place."

Then he realized what he just admitted.

"If you tell Leo one word of what I just said..."

I smiled and laughed evilly to myself.

His eyes widened.

"Calm yourself Raphael, I won't."

Then I reached into my pocket, and pulled out the IPod.

I attached the headphones to it.

"Being angry all the time isn't good, bottling everything up isnt healthy isnt good,you need a release."

He shot me a total pervert look.

Did I really just phrase that like that.

I wagged my finger at him.

"Not a word, not one word!"

"Music always calmed me down, I was experimenting with some of my powers and well.."

I placed the iPod, into his hands.

"I loaded it up with a couple of my favorite songs, that I have a feeling you will like."

I cocked my sideways grin, sure of myself like always.

He shot me a doubtful look.

"I'll believe that when I hear it."

He plugged the headphones into his small reptilian ears.

And pressed play.

Any money he was thinking, what could a teenage girl like that I could possibly interested in anyways.

I could hear the faint sound of Guns and Roses hit Welcome To Jungle emit from the headphones.

He closed his eyes and slowly then steadily started rocking his head along to the beat.