BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE -
You growled like some kind of demon, waving your arm around frantically until FINALLY, you smacked your stupid alarm clock off the table. Who the hell set it for 6:30 anyway?
It was probably your bratty little sister, S/N (sister's name). She was always trying to make you mad.
You rolled out of bed. Maybe it was a good thing this had happened. There was a rush in the gym after nine, soothes way you could beat the rush.
You chucked on your clothes and packed your favourite pair of fairly expensive red boxing gloves (your favourite birthday gift) and went down to the gym.
When you got there, there was no one in, which was good as you liked to do your sets without any interruptions. You put on your gloves, setting your stuff down, and smashed the punching bag. You were beating it up really good when there was a knock on the window.
Sighing exasperatedly, you walked over and were surprised to see a red-bandanna'd turtle with a lightning-crack on his plastron waving back at you.
You opened the window and he sommersaulted into the gym. "Hey Raph, wassup?" You asked.
"Hey Y/N, I just came by to see if Drake was given' ya trouble again."
"Everything's fine Raph, I was just doing some sets. Wanna join me?"
"Shell yeah! I pound the training dummy at the lair for breakfast!"
Together, the two of you just talked about whatever the hell was bothering you while getting really good sets in. It was fun.
Before you knew it, it was 8:00.
"Sugar honey ice tea! I gotta run," you gasped, grabbing your things. "You better go too, people will see you."
"I'll walk ya home," he smiled.
You two stayed covered in the shadows on the way home. It was the most fun you'd had in a while.
Thank gosh your mum was downstairs making pancakes when you got to the fire escape, or she would have fainted.
As you bid Raph goodbye, you had a sneaking suspicion that his guardian - whoever the hell it was - would've had the same reaction.
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Unexpected... {TMNT 2012 X READER} (OLD WRITING, NOT REVAMPING)
FanficPLEASE DON'T LOOK AT THIS BOOK AS A REFLECTION OF MY WRITING ABILITY, I'VE IMPROVED A LOT gosh this is cringy Y/n is your typical teenage girl: going shopping, practising karate, reading, drawing, painting, and stargazing. Everything changes when Y...