Different Point Of Views (A Jonatello Fanfiction)

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Casey's POV

"Casey..." "Casey." "Casey, wake up!" My eyes open slowly as they adjusted to the daylight. "Casey, come on! We should get going." I turn my head to see Donnie looking down on me. I was resting on his lap while he was reading a book about astrophysics. "O-Oh." I lifted myself up, grabbing Donnie's hand as he assisted me to my feet. "Sorry Donnie." I yawned, stretching. "It's fine, but the sun is starting to set and Leo gets worried when we stay out too late. You know that." He smiled at me, proceeding to walk towards the direction of the farmhouse. I followed quickly behind. "So what do you want to do tomorrow? I was thinking we could put some more work into that hunk of junk car in the barn house?" I didn't respond. "Or maybe we could just watch TV and take a day to ourselves?" I looked at him but still said nothing. I loved the shade of color his eyes were. They were a warm shade of burgundy, with a hint of golden from the sun's refection. They made me feel at home. But they also made me feel many other things that Donnie makes me feel. Such as inferior, intelligence wise. Which was a true statement. But I loved being the "stupid one", because I could tell Donnie was enjoying educating me on things I didn't know or sometimes things I pretended I didn't know just so he could have the satisfaction of teaching me something "new". "Hello...? Casey?" I barely realized that he'd asked me a question. "Oh! Right. I think taking a day to ourselves would be pretty sweet." "Okay! Hmm. Maybe we should try making the dish that we found from that old cookbook in the drawer. I'm sure we have the ingredients that we need already and..." I zoned out again. I focused on his voice, but not really what he was saying. I remember how I used to hate this facade I would put on. That I hated hearing him talk, even though I would want to listen to him for hours upon hours. His voice is like a million metal bands playing at once, which to me is the absolute shit. There were days were he would go on for hours about April to Mikey and I'd be in the other room. Hating it because he wouldn't stop talking about her so fondly and loving it at the same time because his voice is so wonderful to me. I wished that he would've talked about me in that way, instead of how much I upset him by something I'd done. "Are you intentionally ignoring me?" I shook my head. "No! No, I'm not D." He squinted his eyes slightly. "Really?" I nodded. He slightly rolled his eyes, but in a playful way. We continue walking in silence. "What are you thinking, Jones?" I was oddly surprised he had asked. "Oh. I just... I was just thinking about you." He laughed slightly, as if he wasn't expecting that response. "Even though I'm right in front of you?" I smiled. "Yeah. Even though you're right in front of me." His cheeks developed a soft shade of pink. "Okay, well, what about?" I stared into the distance. "Your eyes and your voice." His blush became brighter as he directed his eyes to the floor. I continued to speak, telling him exactly what I was thinking. His responses we an assortment of smiles, blushes, and embarrassed giggles. He was adorable when he got all flustered. "You're quite the charmer, Casey." He took my hand. "But you're causing us to fall behind." My eyes caught the sunset in the distance. It was so beautiful, like... like him. "I mean, we really should be home-" I crashed my lips into his. I wanted it to last as long as it could, even though I knew no kiss could ever express what I felt for him. As we broke apart, I could see the pupils in his eyes expand. "...Right now..." He softly finished his sentence. I suddenly become overwhelmed with embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I look away quickly, not wanting to meet his eyes. But I heard his sweet laugh, which compelled me to look back. "I love you." My heart stopped, and everything around me felt like it had slowed down incredibly so. "Y-you... you what?" "I said, I love you, Casey." My heart was filled with some much warmth and adrenaline, I'm pretty sure my hands were shaking from the intensity of it. "I-I love you too!" I covered my mouth, surprised at how loud I responded. But I made Donnie laugh, which a win in my book. We made it to the house within the next 10 minutes. Plopping ourselves on to the couch. We watched several classics, such as "The Great Gatsby", laughing and playful shoving one another. I loved him more than anyone. "Hey Donnie?" He turned to me. "Yeah?" A big smile plastered on his face. "Your my everything, Donnie." I hugged him tightly after that, him squeezing back just as tight.

My hands clenched the stirring wheel. I'd been driving for an hour straight. Tears stung my eyes as they rolled down my face, one after the other. "You're my everything, Donnie..." I closed my eyes tightly, before slowly releasing my hands from the wheel. Don't do this. I don't deserve him. I shouldn't leave him, not like this. Donnie, I miss you so much... Go back to him then. He can fix you. He can heal your heart, you know this. The voice in my head was right. "Casey..." It's like I could still hear his voice. "Casey!" "Huh... It really does sound like I can-" "CASEY!" I opened my eyes quickly. He was on the turtle bike right in front of me! "SHIT!" I slammed on my breaks. Thankfully I didn't hit him, but we both were scared out of our minds. "What are you, crazy??" He took off his helmet. "Yes! I'm crazy in love with you and I will not let you kill yourself! I'm here, and I love you and I promise I'm yours! Don't you know I don't want anyone else but you??" He started to cry but with angry expression. What am I doing to us...? "I... I'm sorry Donnie... I-" "Stop apologising and just stay with me!" My eyes widened and then softened. "I will... I promise..." I got out of the van and ran to him. I missed him so much...

(Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, more to come! ❤️💞)