TMNT: 2003 Boyfriend scenario - Love Is Blossoming.

Home...no longer - Donatello

Generally when children find out their parents will return home, they'll be full out happy for the news, looking forward to their arrival home. In many cases the situation was like that, but not in yours. When you received the news, you couldn't have felt more miserable.

Every single time your parents came back from their trip, they had to leave again at a short notice later. It had been like that for years, and really you couldn't take it any more disappointment. Rather than being a only child it didn't feel like you had any parents either. Wanting to escape the pain, you had decided you couldn't stay where you were for one second more. You had to get away and that only could go too slow.

At the moment James where out to buy groceries, which meant now was the ideal time to run off. You found the largest suitcase you had and began packing things into it: Clothes, toilet things, batteries, books, notes, etc. It was a lot of things, but considering you wouldn't return, it was necessary.

When your suitcase was filled to the rime, you took your time to write a neat letter as a goodbye:

Dear James, I'm sorry leaving you here alone. You've always taken care of me since I was little You're like a father for me. I'm sorry for running away, but I know when my parents come home, they'll be leaving again just as soon . I wouldn't be able to keep it up if I stayed. Please Don't worry about me. I have faith you'll take great care of the mansion.Sincerely (Y/N) (L/N)  

The letter you paced at the pillow of your bed, knowing that would be a spot James was sure to see. You closed the doors to your balcony, before you wrapped your jacket around you and made your way out the door, down the stairs. 

Outside your mansion the temperatur had fallen greatly, making the night freezing cold. Beforehand you packed, you had called a taxi there could pick you up and drive you to the city. Cause even though it was possible to walk the way to New York City in about a half- to an hour, then you were certain you'd frozen to ice before you arrived.

You hadn't planned 100% where you would be sleeping. Donnie had told you if you ever needed anything, you just should tell him. Maybe it was taking advantage of his kindness, but for the time being he was the only solution you had.

You took out your phone while waiting for the taxi  and dialed Donnie's number. At least you should ask, before come running with too high expectations. First two times he didn't answer, but third time, when you were about to believe the receiver would answer again, the voice on the other end changed.

"Hello?" Donnie's voice replied. "(Y/n)? Are you alright? Something's wrong?"

"Hey," you said unsure. "I'm alright, don't worry."

"Oh." You waited a little for a continuation, but when it didn't came a sigh escaped you.

"Donnie?"

"Yeah?"

"I..." You hesitated, but forced your courage as cones of light shoved the nearby shadows away: The taxi was close. "Can I stay over in the Lair?"

"What? Sure you can, but why?" he asked. Sure enough the tone of care still was audible.

The taxi arrived at the gate just as requested. You opened the door and took your seat. "I'll tell you later, I promise."

"If you say so. Let's meet at your school, okay? I'll be waiting for you."

You both greeted goodbye, before you ended the call. Apparently by the noise in the background on the other end, you weren't the only one with a hectic night. By the sounds you had heard, you guessed a lot was ongoing, but however didn't exactly know what 'that' was.

You took your departure out of the gate, and watched behind you as your childhood-home melted into a part of the black background.

As if your conscience wanted to play games with you, your phone began blinking in your lap. Forgetting to look at the screen you without a second thought answered. You squeaked started. Instead of your boyfriend's voice, your eardrums was filled with a female voice.

"(Y/n)! Sweetie, it's your mother," your mom's high-pitched greeted.

The driver glanced back at you in the rearview-mirror weirdly, but didn't comment on your sudden desire to imitate animals.

"M-Mom?" you stammered.

"And your daddy!" a second voice, owned by your dad, told loudly from the background.

"Dad?!"

"Shush, I'm talking to our daughter. Concentrate on satisfying our customers," you mom scolded your dad. "Anyway,  we're sorry honey. I guess James already told you about us returning to New York?"

Just by that simple question you already knew what your parents had called you for, which just added a even more painful pressure in your tummy.

The women who gave birth to you took your silence as a 'yes'. "We're really sorry, but the business is going so well. It would be a shame to leave it like this."

Why was the disappointment still so hurting? You already knew it would happen. It was the same excuse every time. The chance of your parents being home, was about as big as to become girlfriend to a giant green Ninja Turtle: Rare and unbelievable by anybody.

"We'll send you money as always and James will surely take good care of you,'" she continued.

"Ask her if she want a souvenir along with it," You heard your dad suggest.

"Oh yeah! How old are you now dear?" your mom asked completely innocent. She didn't make fun. She actually didn't know.

"16."

"Oh true. Then I guess we'll buy you a bigger dollhouse..." The last part was mumbled, but even so you heard it clearly. "But anyway. Gotta go now! So dream well! Kisses and hugs from us!"

Before you could answer, few noises and then a long beep. Your parents had hang on, leaving you in the same feeling as usually: Hopeless.

By the time you reached New York City and your schoolyard, you still felt moody. You paid the driver for the ride and got out. You waited till he was gone, before you turned around seeing a barely noticeable figur: Donnie.

He came out of the darkness, smiling encouraging to you. You smiled weakly back and together you headed towards the Lair. Even though had promised to tell Donnie your reasons for your presence, when he asked you shook your head and refused to answer.

Having a depressed story told once, was more than enough for one night.