Tᴜʀᴛʟᴇs Rᴜsʜ Iɴ (TMNT '16) ❪✘❫

03 || 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊

Late in the night, Grayson arrived in New York.

The first thing she did to wrap up her journey was rent a hotel for one night and be out by the morning. She needed to get to the apartment as fast as she could so she could explore the big city she has longed to live in.

The moment she entered the hotel room, she saw the freshly made bed with clean sheets, a fancy lamp, and a TV sitting on a dresser next to a microwave. She was all set fo the night and she could finally rest up before going out tomorrow morning... very early.

Grayson dresses up in her pajamas: a tank top and a pair of shorts before hitting the sack and charging up for the brand new day in the big city.

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Early in the morning, Donatello got up before the rest of his brothers did. He loved coming outside to the surface to watch the sunrise. Being the smart and curious turtle he is, he thought that seeing the sunrise and sunset was a great privilege. If he had to describe what he felt when seeing anything so beautiful this way, he would mention things that relate to life. Being on this planet is a treat to him, something's can always favor and never take for granted because he is always under the ground.

After witnessing yet another glorious sunrise and the sun's rays blinded him, he figured that it was time for him to go back inside the lair before people got suspicious of a 'man' on top of a building.

Before Donnie came away from the edge of the building, he looks down at the busy roads of the city, seeing that more people are beginning to start their day. Then, for some odd reason, a taxi pulled up to the curb of the sidewalk, letting out a very young woman with dark hair and healthy skin. "Thank you, sir!" He says to the driver, shutting the door and grabbing her luggage bags from the trunk.

Donatello narrowed his eyes on the woman, tilting his head in curiosity. Next, he slips his goggles on over his glasses and takes a look at the young teen with her belongings. For some reason, he was drawn to her and he has never seen her until now. The woman he was observing wore a red coat, her wavy dark hair hung off her shoulders, she wore a pair of jeans, and she just presented herself differently from any other New Yorker. He gulped, feeling something he's never felt before. "W-Whoa..."

All of a sudden he felt lost. Seeing her probably made his day a lot brighter. "Holy... Wow..." Donatello believed that this girl's dark eyes were pools of pure beauty. He zoomed in on her with his goggles, closing in on her facial details. "She's so beautiful that it can make anyone faint... That smile of hers could hypnotize a crowd." Donnie spoke, getting more information about her. "Eighteen-year-old Grayson Fuentez, from Atlanta, Georgia."

He removes his goggles and placed them back on his forehead. He sighed deeply and played with the watch on his wrist, presenting holograms in front of his eyes. He installed the picture of Gray into it, and soon her image popped up giving Donnie another wide smile. A part of him made him feel like he was being a creep, but he has never felt this way before toward anyone.

That moment when Donnie saw Gray, his life changed in the blink of an eye. Changed him forever. On that very morning, all Donnie could think about was the girl who he spotted through just a pair of lenses.

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Grayson walked the city early this morning, finding her apartment that she is supposed to be staying in for a short period of time.

She's thankful that she got numerous things out of the way so he could move into her new place and take a rest. But now that she had the apartment keys in her hands, she walked into the empty apartment and smiled at its appearance. It's everything she thought it would be.

There was a spotless kitchen with an island, a tiled kitchen floor, a lot of cabinets, and a tall fridge-- with her belongings that had been delivered recently. Next, she saw that the living room was a decent size, good enough to have a few friends over and watch TV. She was glad to see they placed in a couch and a coffee table just for her, And directly in the middle of the living room, Grayson's boxes were stacked about seven feet high. "Perfect." She says, setting her bags down on the floor next to the kitchen.