Mikey flirted and used sweet words, sure, but he always meant his compliments as friendly. But now here he was, his fifth hour talking to Donnie about how happy you made him. Out of all the brothers, Mikey loved the idea of having someone in his life who would stay until the end of time. He was more accepting of who he was, and he was trusting of those who accepted him as he was.
But Donnie couldn't concentrate. He had agreed when Mikey asked him to make you another hearing aid. You knew about it, of course, Donnie had to measure what you needed and sizes and all of that good stuff. When asked a color preference, you shrugged and allowed Mikey to pick. He chose orange. Donnie slammed his screw-driver down, spinning to face his brother.
"Mikey! Would you hush? I know you like (y/n), but this is over the top."
"Of course I like her, she's my best friend, bro." Donnie lifted the end of his mask.
"Mikey. Just a friend?"
"Yup!"
"That you've talked about for five hours and fourty-three minutes straight?"
"Yep!"
"Mikey, friends don't talk about each other like that for that long of a time period."
"What do you mean, Donnie?"
"I mean that it sounds like you like-like her." The smart turtle crossed his arms as Mikey scratched his head.
"How do I know if I like-like someone. Don?"
Donnie chose his words carefully, and when he had them, he smiled.
"You just know."
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Mikey went and saw you that night. You were sat on the roof, watching the stars in silence. The moon lit you up, and he knew right in that moment what his brother had been talking about. Just as you were, nothing special. No wind to blow your hair, no makeup to cover your face, and no special smiles or glances. You were just being yourself, and Mikey could feel that in his heart, he liked you. Donnie was right, and it made the orange turtle happy.
But how in the world was he supposed to tell you?
