Red Is My Favorite Color [TMNT* Raphael]

Chapter 2

   (The picture is of Andie. ;)

Beep...Beep...Beep...

  I groaned, leaning my arm over my head, pushing the 'snooze' button on my alarm clock. Another day, thank goodness it's Friday.
  I sit up, rubbing the sleep away in my eyes and ever so slowly, pull the warm covers off me.
I sluggishly walk over to my wooden dresser in the corner of my room, pulling some clothes out for today.
  While I was closing the drawer, I seemed to accidentally slam it shut on my finger.
"Aw fu- you- ugh!" I gasp, holding my finger, jumping up and down. I've always seemed to do something ridiculous as that.

"Andie? Are you alright?" April asked, standing at the doorway. Guess I didn't see her come in.

"Fine- I'm fine! Just...got my damn finger in the dresser." I sigh and grab my clothes I dropped, as I walk into the bathroom.

"If you say so." She smirks, holding back a laugh. I hear footsteps lead away from the bathroom door, and into the kitchen.
Rolling my eyes playfully, I slip off my pajamas, then put on my fresh- smelling clothes, smiling a bit at my clothing choice: A gray tank top with a pink skirt, variations of necklaces, rings and bracelets to go along with it. Then, I finish it off with a pair of white converse.

I look up from my shirt and to my hair, now that's a problem.

I laugh at my appearance and take out my hair band. It was just barley holding up a messy bun.
I brush through my hair and add some volume spray, making it look a little puffier.

After that, I reach over and grab my hair straightener, straightening my shoulder length, red hair.
I grab a hair tie off the floor, and take two small sections of hair. Tying them in the back to make a small pony tail, and leaving the rest to fall down my shoulders.
  "Much better." I say to myself as I walk out of the bathroom.

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After getting ready, my stomach decided it was time for breakfast. Usually, I would make breakfast, or April and I would go out or just eat some oatmeal. Something simple. But today, I really feel like cooking.

  "French toast?" I ask April, getting some ingredients out of the cabinet.

She puts down her phone and nods, "Yes please!" She says, popping the 'p.'

I nod as I turn on the stove, heating the pan up while mixing eggs, milk, and cinnamon together.

"You know...you should really be a cook." April said, flicking my pony tail as she walked past me, into the living room.

"Oh really?" I glance at her, seeing her looking out the window.

She turns to me and smiles, "Really really."

We both giggle and I soak some bread into the bowl, then putting it on the pan.

"Be right back, gotta pee." April says as she wobbles to the bathroom. I laugh and soak another piece of bread in the mixture.

Yeah, is it too late now to say sorry?
'Cause I'm missing more than just your body
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Yeah I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say I'm sorry now?

I look over to the counter besides me seeing Aprils phone ring. Smooth April, always listing to Justin. Note the sarcasm.
   I quickly put the bread on the pan and walk over to the counter, trying not to get the mixture on anything.