Donnetello's pov

I am so stressed right now. It's April's sixteenth birthday, and I already have her a music box. I hope she liked it. She acted like it was a little...awkward. No. That's not it. She was just...surprised! Yeah. That's it.
I've been in this stuffy kitchen trying to make a cake for hours, and I haven't even gotten past the batter. I'm using Mikey's recipe book. His hand writing is sloppy, but he is the best chef I know, besides Murikami, that is. Mikey isn't very good at writing stuff down, as I am now realizing. I've read the two page recipe at least five times, and I still don't understand what he's talking about.
All right. Let's see. Eggs, milk, butter, baking powder, vanilla, oil, flower? Oh. Flour. Sugar, and cinnamon.
I look at my work station. I think I have way to many bowls.
Oh well.
I begin to mix all of the ingredients together in the big bowl. I soon realise that I had my measurments wrong because the batter is almost as thin as water.
Oh great! What did I do?
I read the recipe again.
Oh. Three cups of flour and one cup of milk. Not the other way around.
I have to restart. I end up wasting all of the ingredients. I get everything out again and make sure to take precise measurements.
Three eggs. Three cups flour. One cup milk. Half a tablespoon of vanilla. One teaspoon of cinnamon. One-fifth cup of oil. Half a cup of sugar. Half a stick of butter, melted. And two and a half tablespoons of baking powder.
Okay. Let's do this.
I now add the ingredients into a clean bowl and beat them with a whisk.
I work up a sweat.
This apron is hot.
Yes. I'm wearing an apron. A floral print apron, that is. With lace.
I finnally get the ingredients mixed together. I stick a spoon in the batter to taste it. It's actually good! I thought I would screw up majorally, but I didn't.
I am a chef!
I give a little victory dance and then grease the pan to put the cake batter into. I pour in the batter just as the oven beeps, letting me know that it is preheated and ready to go.
I put on the oven mitts and place the pan on the low rack in the oven. I guess I moved my arm wrong and I got a burn on my fore arm.
"OWW!" I yell as I jump back, the door to the oven slamming shut with the cake safely inside, thankfully.
I look at my arm. The area is very red and it's oozing a clear liquid.
Perfect. Just great.
I go over to the sink and run it under cool water. It stings really bad, but I deal with it and then place a bandage around my arm to keep it clean.
I read the recipe to learn that I should keep the cake in for about twenty minutes. I turn a few pages to learn how to make frosting.
It looks pretty simple. Sugar, butter, vanilla, and cream.
I add the ingredients in the bowl and mix them. It turns out all wrong, so I decide to look in the cabinet to see if I have anything for a substitute. Thankfully, I found Mikey's secret stache of frosting tubs that he eats periodically.
Thank you Mikey and your unheathy eating habits!
I take one and open it up. It's still sealed, so I decide to use it. It's vanilla too.
I sit down and decide to play on my phone for a while. I have a ton of apps that are puzzles. There's this game called That Level Again and it's challenging. It's a game in which you have the same level over and over again, but they give you different ways to win. I'm on level sixty four, which is actually the last level.
I beat it in about five minutes.
Well. That was easy.
I move on to a few more puzzle games until the timer goes off.
I take the cake out of the oven, and it is perfect. Absolutely perfect. I set it out to cool before I smother it in frosting.
Oh! Candels! I almost forgot.
I melted down about fifty scraps of just random pieces of wax to make the sixteen candles. They're not the best in the world, but they'll work.
I decide to stand here and guard the cake in case Mikey decides that half the cake wouldn't be missed. I put in some ear buds and decide to listen to some music. Of course, I end up listening to Pit Bull songs for about forty minutes as the cake cools. A really good song came on, actually, it was my favorite song 'Hope We Meet Again' by Pitbull. I turn my ear buds up full blast and end up singing along.
I have literally memorized this song, and I can sing it all the way through. I also dance around the kitchen. I get really into the music. It is a good song. As the song ends, I look up to see Casey and Leo standing in the door frame laughing thier butts off.
I get really embarrased when I see that Casey had his phone out, recording the whole thing. I rip the ear buds out of my ears quickly as my face turns bright red with embarrassment.
"Give me the phone, Casey." I say as I run after them. Casey and Leo run off into the living room. I realize that Ash is up and sitting in the couch.
I can almost grab Casey's shirt collar. Right before I do, he throws his phone.
"Leo! Catch!" and then it's in the air. Leo catches it and we end up playing monkey in the middle.
"Come on guys. Give it!" I yell as I try to get the phone. In taller than both of them, yet I can't reach the stupid phone. They stop, and Casey has the phone. He turns around and runs off.
"Hey April!" he says.
Crapcrapcrap!
I turn around as I hear the sound of my own pathetic off key voice ringing out from Casey's phone. I don't k is what to do, so I just run off to my bedroom. I run on and shut the door and turn out the lights.
I'm such a loser. April will never fall for me now. Ugh....
I flop down on my bed and put the pillow over my face.
Why did I do that?
I hear a knock on my door.
"Donnie?"
Ugh. Great. It's Leo.
"Come in." I say as I take the pillow off my face.
Leo opens the door and turns on the lights.
"Hey." he says.
I just look at him. He closes the door and sits on the foot of my bed.
"Look, I'm really sorry. If I had known that Casey was going to show April, I would've told him to delete it."
"It's okay, Leo. I'm just the socially awkward turtle who can never impress." I say.
"No you're not. You're really cool, in your own way." he says.
"Yeah right."
"No. You are. Remember that time you built the Shell-Raiser? Or that time you found out that April was part Kraang? None of us could've done that."
"Yeah. Guess you're right. But now April is just going to see me as the weird one." I say.
"No. That will always be Mikey."
I laugh a little.
"You still have a shot with her." Leo says.
I shoot up I to sitting position.
"Really?"
"Totally. Now let's go and frost that cake."
I stand up and we walk out of my room towards the kitchen. Casey is still watching the video and April has walked off somewhere.
I have a chance!
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