TMNT 2012 - Boyfriend Scenarios

Texting/Talking Until You Fall Asleep: Michelangelo

You stayed huddled underneath the picnic table's awning for what felt like hours, but what couldn't have been more than thirty long minutes. The rain was slowly but surely picking up, spattering onto the opposite side of the otherwise dry wooden table, and the occasional bursts of wind were nothing short of freezing. You theorized you'd obtain some sort of hypothermia if you stayed much longer.

Mikey had stopped texting you back for the time being, something about his eldest brother Leo threatening to snatch his phone away if he stayed on it. You wondered briefly why such a rule was even in place for a guy that seemed as old as you, if not older; then, you remembered how short his attention span was, and figured that making sure he payed attention to his surroundings made sense. You smiled down at your sketch book when you thought of his sporadic energy; his bright smile still burned into your brain. It wasn't until minutes later that you began to realize that his smile wasn't just in your head; it was popping out at you from your sketchbook page. Although you hadn't gotten the detail of his freckles quite right...

The wind lashed at your face, throwing mist into your eyes, and you flinched back; you loved the rain, no doubt, but not when it was blowing into your face. Blinking rapidly, you closed your sketchbook, protecting the light pencil lines from the water, and tossed it into your bag. You remembered spotting a bus stop near Turtle Pond on the way to the castle, and opted to move there and catch the next bus home.

You squeezed into the growing crowd, between a girl around your age and a tall businesswoman, perfectly content to stand in silence and listen to the pattering rain around you. The girl wasn't quite as content. She started speaking immediately, not directly to you, but shooting comments at the crowd to bounce around, obviously hoping to engage in conversation. She said something about the Met, and, pursuing your own curiosity, you asked questions, which the girl answered enthusiastically. She reminded you almost exactly of the energetic turtle you'd hung out with not more than an hour earlier.

The sky had grown dark by this point, and the rain was fluctuating between misting and downpour. You boarded the bus with the stranger, the girl you never got the name of, and talked and giggled with her until she jumped off, dashing down the sidewalk towards her apartment building. She was only a couple of blocks away from you.

You sat patiently and quietly next to the window, watching the street lights pass by in the rain until the transport screeched to a stop ten feet from your own apartment. You held your clutch over your head until you reached the lobby, pulling your rain-damp hair over one of your shoulders to get it out of your face.

Your apartment is cold. Flicking on the lights, you lock your door behind you (a nervous habit that your mother taught you), and walk across the room towards a small space heater you purchased about a month ago. It provides you with temporary, instant heat while your (expensive) central heating unit warms up. You drop your wet bag onto the floor next to your sofa and grab your T.V remote, turning on the cable. Law and Order: Special Victims Unit is a good show, one that will provide background noise for you as you go about your night; you've never quite been comfortable in a totally silent space. Which is another reason why you detest being called "shy".

It takes you only a moment or two to change into something comfortable, and you pull your hair up into a messy bun behind your head, sitting cross-legged on the (favorite color) couch. Your mind wanders, wondering what you should eat for dinner. Should you eat take out? GrubHub? Maybe cook something here?

Your phone buzzes aggressively inside the clutch beside your seat; you'd forgotten it was there. Blushing at your own forgetfulness, you tug it from the bag. Mikey's contact name, "SkaterBoi", pops up on your lock screen twice more; he's sending images.