Four By Four Square One

Part 1: Prologue ~ Raphangelo

Mikey searched through the paper, slowly making his way to the center of a tootsie pop. He skimmed through the help wanted ads in the paper.

"Starbucks, McDonald's, Panda Express, Walmart, GameStop-" he goes through the ads and stops when he sees one that catches his eye. A wanted mechanic and washer for a car repair shop.

He dialed the number of the car repair shop. A few rings later and someone picked up the phone.

"Tony's, what can I do for ya?" A gruff voice with a Brooklyn accent answered.

"Yeah, is that job for a washer still open?" Mikey licked the tootsie pop.

"Yeah. Probably not for long if you ain't gonna drive on over here."

Mikey smiled a little. "What's your name?"

"That's something I'll answer once I meet you face to face, kid." The voice held a smirk.

"Alright. I'm on my way there." Mikey grabbed his car keys. "See you in a few."

"Alright." The call ended and Mikey got in his car and drove to the car repair shop. When he pulled up, he walked into the garage like building and saw a guy working on a car.

"Hey." Mikey walked over and grabbed the guy's attention.

The guy stood up and turned to the blonde. "You the kid that called earlier?"

Mikey stared up at him. Fire engine red hair, bright yet stern emerald eyes, a stubborn look on his face and grease and dirt everywhere on him.

"Yeah. My name's Mikey." Mikey grinned.

The guy chuckled a bit, a small smile making his way on his face.

"Name's Raph." Raph wiped his greasy hand and held it out. Mikey shook his hand firmly.

"So do I have to do an interview or-"

"Nah, we don't do that shit. If you can do your job right you can keep it." Raph shrugged. "If you can clean up that car over there then you'll get paid." The red haired make continued working on the car.

Mikey watched for a little bit then walked over to a dirty car and started to clean and wax it.

At the end of the day, Raph closed up the shop as Mikey walked to his car. Raph walked over and knocked on his window. Mikey rolled it down and looked up at him.

"I do good, boss?" Mikey grinned.

"Great, kid." Raph smiled. "Come back tomorrow at 8." He patted the top of the car and walked to his motorcycle.

Mikey pretended like he was making sure he had everything as he watched Raph throw on his helmet and hopped on the motorcycle. The redhead noticed Mikey watching and smirked under the helmet and saluted to him and rode home.

Mikey felt a bit of heat burn his cheeks as he smiled a little.

~*~

After a couple months of working at the car repair shop, Mikey was paid 8 bucks an hour, and he was getting closer to Raph every day he worked.

Raph pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his lips and pulled out his lighter and lit it. Mikey watched as he blew out smoke. Mikey never smoked in his life; every time someone tried to offer him one, he'd refuse.

"Mind lighting me one?" Mikey asked.

Raph looked over at him. "You smoke?" He raised an eyebrow. "You don't smell like it."

"I do." Mikey fibbed.

Raph shook his head. "I ain't letting you smoke, kid. It's bad enough I'm smoking even though I'm trying to quit." Raph continued working on the car.