TMNT: 2003 Boyfriend scenario - Love Is Blossoming.

Led by the music - Michelangelo

Note: Following chapters of the Turtles is the exact same event, just with the respective couple as focus, and therefore have the same prologue.

The song used for your dance is attached above.
Feel free to listen while reading <3
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Sometimes, when we love someone, we have to make sacrifices. Some sacrifices are more extreme than others, but either way, we give up something that's important to us to be true to the one we love.

The end of your second year as a high school student had reached it's end, and to celebrate that event, your school held a prom for everybody to attend, so long that they were escorted with a partner. Your problem didn't consist of who your partner was, but rather with what he was. You doubted that taking a giant, talking turtle along to a prom as partner was allowed, and you knew very well that either way, master Splinter wouldn't allow your boyfriend nor his brothers to set a foot on the surface, if they thought of exposing themselves for the outside world.

You knew it was dangerous for him to be seen by humans, but what was you suppose to do? Either you could go to the prom with someone you didn't love or you could stay at home and don't attend the prom.

You chose the latter.

Your beloved boyfriend knew very well how important the prom was to you. And even though he was happy for your loyalty and that you had chosen him over the prom, he couldn't help but feel bad for being the reason you couldn't go to the prom and be with him.

Therefore along with his brothers, they arranged a homemade prom. You deserved to experience the feeling of being treated as a princess for an evening. You deserved to have an celebration for your transition to your third year.

The homemade prom had been wonderful. You had eaten delicious food, dressed up in your best dress, talked and laughed with the rest of the family. The evening had been lovely, but as everything else, good times had their end. The final dance had come for you you to make the big final with a slow-dance with your boyfriend.

All four brothers had lined up in row and each of them reached out their hand in a gentleman gesture to escort you to the dojo, which for the day represented the dance floor. Your boyfriend smiled at you and waited for you to take his hand.

You took his hand...

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Mikey grinned at you with his eyes sparkling. Smiling at you brightly he lead you to the floor and you both exchanged a look of excitement, before you took hold of each other. Both Mikey's hands rested on your waist, while you locked your arms around his neck.

The song started.

The first steps were awkward, as you both had to syncronize, but the two of you simply grinned sheepishly at each other. After another few less graceful moves, Mikey gestured with his head for you to stand on his toes. Carefully you did so, and suddenly everything became a lot easier.

For every move Mikey made, your body followed as if you were one. Of course, your silly boyfriend's dancing skills never would have satisfied your strict parents, but for you they were just as perfect as any pro's. Maybe because you were too captured in his eyes there were locked on yours? Or maybe because you never had danced any dance as fun and precious as the one you now danced with Mikey.

As if copying a scene from a movie, when the melody matched, he lifted you up in the air like a princess of feathers, before he let you touch the ground and spun you around. When you returned to stand on his toes, your dress still fluttered from the pirouette you just had performed.

"You're way too excited, MIkey," you laughed, seeing the smiling yet serious expression on his face. "We're just dancing."

"Yeah, but chica, I'm dancing with you,"  Together you circled around yourself as the chorus resounded through the speakers around you. "The girl who gave up her prom, just to be together with me."

"Silly." You rested your forehead against his. "That's not a reason. I'd do that anytime." You winked. "Plus, I'd any time prefer a homemade prom over the school's."

By the next turn you made, MIkey squeezed you in a hug, before he stole a sweet kiss. You eyes widened slightly, but quickly relaxed again as you leaned in to return it.

The music boomed on its last notes, but neither of you did a move to continue the dance. Both of you simply stood against one another, and first separated when the voice had faded off.

"We didn't finish the dance..." you said, when you finally was able to breath.

"Isn't that a great opportunity to do this again then?" he replied with a large smile plastered to his lips, as he kissed your nose.

"I would love that."

You let go of Mikey's neck, and he your waist. Hand in hand you both returned to the section where the rest of the girls and brothers were standing, sending smirks and giggles your way.