Raphael's Heart (2nd book)

8

10/13/2020

"What do you mean' break up'?"  Jackson asks.

You sigh heavily into the phone and close your eyes for better clarity of thought. What exactly are you going to say to him: "I think I still have feelings for Raph, and never truly moved on from him. Sorry my bad"? Unfortunately, you don't have the guts to tell him the truth, so you'll have to come up with a believable lie.

"I'm sorry, Jackson. It's just that things have been getting tough for me with Taylor, and school, and everything that I feel like I'll just be bringing you down." You lie. You feel guilty for it but you can't get over your pride.

Just from over the phone, you can depict the frown that is probably morphing on his face.

"Well babe, that's what a boyfriend is for! I'm supposed to support you."

"I know, I know, but-"

"Fine," He interjects, "just let me know when you want me back, then. I'll be here."

Did he just say what you think he said? As taken aback as you are, you scoff into the phone and utter out "what?"

"Listen (Y/n)," he responds, "all I'm saying is that you should think about it a little more before coming to your decision."

Maybe you should ponder on it more. You caught Raph at a vulnerable time and you wanted to do what you could to cheer him up; it doesn't mean you still have residual feeling for him, does it? Yeah , maybe you should think on it more.

"You're right." You sigh. "I'm sorry, Jackson. Im just all over the place."

"Good. Good. Let's not let that happen again. I'm here to talk if you need. Bye." He hangs up abruptly and you're left bewildered at his curt words and action.

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Raphael's POV

I gingerly walk to the kitchen as my heart speeds up.

I'm gonna be seeing them again after I fuckin cried in their faces. Ah shit!

My brothers probably look at me like I'm the weakest piece of shit they've seen.

"Raph, hey, you're up! I made you waffles with Cheetos on the side for your daily nutrients, of course!" Mikey exclaims immediately as I walk into the kitchen. He's too fucking loud this early in the morning...I didn't realize how much I missed that.

"Oh, uh, thanks..." I move to sit and Mikey is grabbing my wrist to lead me to my seat as if I'm a fucking child. "Mikey, let go of me! I can sit down on my own!" I yell.

Mikey recoils and lets go of my wrist as if it's burned him, but I'm too tried to give a shit at the moment. I just give him a side glance and sit down in front of the food he's made for me. Just taking a glance at the decently cooked waffles is making my mouth water and crave it more than I usually would.

Damn, it's really been a while, hasn't it?

"Well, um, enjoy! I'll be around if you need anything! We also ran out of syrup - sorry!" He then speeds off in the direction of he dojo leaving me in the kitchen alone.