I'm scared that adulthood is gonna be like stressing for finals but all the time
Rip
(Unrelated question, do any of you have an idea for an original political cartoon/art piece??)

>Rain<
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"Good morning you guys!" You greeted hurriedly while entering the room, late, that was full of total nerd stuff that you'd begun to enjoy discussing with the guys about.

Roy turned to you from hunching over his microscope. "Y/n! Finally! I've been trying to get a hold of you!"

You smiled shyly, rubbing your arm. "Sorry, my phone is currently out of commission."

Frankie was sitting on the rolley chair backwards while chewing the back of the pencil he was holding, however once he saw you he whipped it away from his mouth and nervously greeted you "Y/n-!" He caught his high pitched joy in his throat then cleared it with a small cough before acting all aloof. "I mean uh, sup Y/n..."

You rolled you eyes with a small laugh. "Hi Frankie."

He once again got flustered as his cheeks lit ablaze. "H-Hi..."

Jamie joyously smiled at you from beside Roy "Y/n! It's soooo cool!!" He said running up to you then pulling you along to the microscope "Look Look Look!!!" He cheered pointing excitedly and gently shoved you multiple different time, urging you towards the microscope.

Jamie turned to the rest of the guys. "I swear, Y/n you are a blessing! This club got a thousand times cooler science you strolled in with your wooden spoon!" You laughed at his enthusiasm and put your bag down then looked inside into the scope, turning the dial to make the image a bit more crisp.

There sat two little cells of globs of goo, one purple and one the strange bluish green. The purple bit seemed to be surrounding the green bit and then let some small little tendrils worm its way from the purple into the greenish goop.

"Uh, what am I looking at?" You asked as you looked at Roy for a moment before returning your attention to the purple goo holding tightly onto the other.

Roy chuckled through his explication. "Well, they both seem to share a similar quality, except the purple goop is a lot more aggressive and links the two together without any real damage."

Shane cut in making you turn around to him, who was standing behind you, staring at the microscope. "So in other words it takes control of it completely, but keeps it in perfect condition."

Roy nodded at Shane. "Except the strange thing is that's it's dormant, literally nothing happens after it takes over."

Frankie cut it while twirling in the spinny chair. "Maybe the purple just wants to snuggle?" He suggested, making his face grow red as he routinely glanced over at you.

Shane rolled his eyes and grabbed the back of the chair, jerking Frankie a bit. "That's about as likely as you getting a date."

The curly haired brunette frowned and readjusted his glasses, annoyance obvious. "Hey..."

Shane threw his head back laughing, but quickly stopped and went super serious a second later. "Get outta my chair." Frankie complied without grievance.

"Where did you even find this stuff?" David asked quietly from the table, his head rested in his hand, what looked like boredom hung around him thickly.

"It was actually in the rubble of what's left of the Ashmore's ballroom." You said, calculated.

David frowned and clicked his own a few times. "Why would an empire built on snotty banks have something like this?" He pondered as he wrote down his thoughts on a start piece of paper.

It was a valid question, and it seemed to make everyone take a moment to mull it over. "Yeah, that's a bit strange that some crazy goop that only effects this green stuff from a mutant turtle. But the green stuff is actually incredibly dangerous." Roy said, partially to himself.

Before you could freak out about touching it Jamie came to the rescue "In large, concentrated dosages of course. And we had to really squeeze it from the turtle DNA it's muddled in with it."

Your widened eyes went back to normal. "Oh, so the turtle DNA is the only thing keeping me from dying from the rest of the toxic DNA or something." You gave a blank stare and pressed your lips together in a tight line. "Comforting."

Shane laughed making you look over at him. "Is something amusing about my plausible death-by-turtle-spit?"

He shook his head with a wide, sly grin. "No, I-It's just that you think you'd die."

You tilt your head at him. "But you guys said it was 'incredibly dangerous'." You countered, with air quotes.

That's when Frankie butted in eagerly getting in a word. "It's not exactly health wise dangerous?... Technically it isn't 'deadly', but with tests Roy used with all of our DNA, each of our cells freak out and mutate like crazy with really no rhyme or reason." He stated sitting forward in his chair.

David hummed in agreement then looked back to you, leaning back. "Probably what happened to those turtle guys, y'know, probably the reason for why they look the way they do." He said, wiggling his pencil between his fingers.

"Yeah, but they must've been exposed to really consecrated stuff for them to mutate to the extent you describe." Jamie added in waving his hands around to emphasize his point.

"So... The purple goo makes it safe then?" You questioned slowly.

Roy shook his head. "So far all we can tell is that it literally only holds onto the greens goo cells. It doesn't do anything other than that."

"Weird..."

You shrugged it off. "Oh well, I actually have some more crazy news." You announced, all smiles as you sat down across from Frankie, beside Shane. Jamie, for real, jumped with a squeal as he made his way to a chair next to you.

He placed his head in his palms as he looked at you excitedly. "I love your stories Y/n." He sighed dramatically with an eager gleam in his pale, blueish-grey eyes.

You gave him a strange yet amused look, then laughed shaking your head. In fact, when you looked around the table, everyone seemed to lean closer in interest, all but David who remained stoic as ever, However he did glance over a few times. (believe it or not, this was him coming out of his shell)

"Okay you weirdos. Last night I saw the same turtle again-"

The room erupted in questions and excitement.

You almost fell right out of your seat when you jumped and sorta fumbled for balance with your arms swinging above you with hands clawing around at the air.

"Jesus!!" You exclaimed as your hand landed itself on the table, successfully stabilizing your body. "You guys! Cool it!!" You yelled with a surprised smile over them, heart still pounding from the mini heart attack you'd just experienced.

The yelling died down, but the exciting buzz hung thickly amongst the group. Frankie was the first to ask an eligible question "Where you able to see his face?! Did it look like a turtle or like, a person face on a turtle body?"

You laughed at his question lightly. "Well, I wasn't exactly too focused on his face, but it was green, and I know it wasn't a person face, because I feel like I'd be more tramautized by that. Anyways, there was a blue bandana on his head, that's how I knew it was the same turtle." Frankie grinned with stars in his eyes "That's so frickin' cool! I wish I was there!"

David turned to Frankie with a confused, yet dry stare. "She didn't even tell you what happened yet."

Shane cracked a wide grin at the blunt comment and looked to Frankie, whose ears, along with his red cheek, were burning up. "Heeeeehh... Ehhh..." Frankie averted his gaze and looked at his lap, embarrassed.

A small wave of agitation washed over you as a protective feeling in your gut began to surface.
Your inner mamma bear.

"Don't worry Frankie, it was cool, and you are going to be the first to properly meet him when I get a chance." You said with a kind smile, making Frankie smile a bit back to you. Shane was still laughing which, for some reason, rubbed you the wrong way as your eyes set aflame. "Hey! Shane! Stop it or I'll tell David you got the hots for him!"

His grin wiped clear in a matter of milliseconds, then he looked over at David with a horrified look.

A Grinch like grin curled into your face as you put your put your stuff finger tips in front of your mouth "Whoops!" You squeaked out, feigning innocence.

David didn't seem to be affected by it until he slowly reached for his hood of his bunnyhug and pulled it down over his face.

Shane's frazzled face contorted several different ways until landing on total devastation. His eyes still harbouring terror as he flung his attention in the direction of Roy who was trying not to laugh, then to Jamie's smug grin. The young man finally looked back to you with his hands dragging across the table after him. When he met your unsympathetic look he drooped his head down a little in submission.

Mamma bear is a force to be reckoned with.

"Anyway," You decided to, as gracefully as you could, continue the meeting by loudly landing your palms flat on the table. "I almost fell off the roof because I heard a suspicious sound which I thought might be the turtle, but I lost my balance when I tried to pull my phone out of my pocket while I was sprinting to the edge of my building!"

A quiet gasp from Frankie made itself known amount the table.

You looked him dead in the eye and nodded solemnly. "Yeah," The attention on your intensified. You'd been feeding off the dramatic story you told, just as much as they were. "And right when as I was about to become gutter jelly, he caught me! Can't say the same for my phone though." With a gentle slouch you lowered your head in respect. "Rip my best friend."

Jamie tilted his head unsure. "Wait wait wait, he was just... Conveniently there?"

"Uhh..." You shrugged scratching the back of your neck. "I mean, I have been going up there and just yelling for them to show themselves ever since I first met you guys. Maybe he heard me? I know it's hard to believe, but I wouldn't lie about this stuff." Jamie smiled widely as he shrugged a bit. "I know, nobody wants to be seen as crazy."

"Anyway, since I didn't have my phone, Rip, to capture proof I figured I'd just start yelling for my roommate to come and see. And sure shit the turtle takes off before Floyd can move his ass up a flight of stairs." You sighed with a bitter smile, resting your forehead on your palm. "I probably could've handled it a bit better, but, honestly I was terrified. Last time I saw him a room caved in on me."

"Fair enough." Roy confirmed with a chuckle, Jamie nodded along "I'd most likely shit myself, if I'm being honest."

Frankie pursed his lips uncomfortably while Roy stifled a snort. "Oh my god Jamie! Literally nobody asked you to be honest! Chirst!" Frankie cried out, making Roy lose it and laugh like a maniac, everyone else joined his laughter, including you, until finally Frankie began to laugh along with everyone too.

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When it was time for everyone to head home you sluggishly packed up your notebook and writing utensils into your bag. "Ugghhh... Adulthood..." You groaned, as you remembered you had work and your boss was still peeved at you for missing a few days 'without a real reason'.

Apparently searching for nutant turtles during your job hours was not a real enough reason to her.

Roy peered over at you as he was packing up his microscope, he smiled warmly "Don't worry, it gets better." You blinked tiredly, already feeling the job weighing you down "really? When?" You asked walking over to him. The blond chuckled, putting pieces of the tool away in its case. "I wouldn't know, it hasn't gotten better yet." He said with a lighthearted grin, looking over at you from his microscope. You groaned even more as you dragged your feet, making your way to his side.

As you approached you flopped onto the counter dramatically.

He shook his head at you then pulled out the wooden spoon and hopped you on the head with it, then left it by your face. Almost eight seconds later you're tried to swat it away, seven if it already hit you. "I figured you'd  want it back, since it does have a pretty great story behind it. But I would not recommend actually cooking with it."

You thanked him incredibly slowly and grabbed the spoon pulling it off the counter and stuffing it into your bag.

Roy rolled his eyes in amusement then clicked his case shut. "C'mon, I'll walk you out." He said. Taking a look around you realized you both were the only ones left.

"Kaaayyy..." With that final whine you stood straight up and walked up the stairs next to him. Both making your way out of the plain looking building Roy wished you well and hopped in his mini van that everyone scrutinized at least once during every meeting.

Sending him off with a smile and little wave, you stood where you were until her drove out of your line of vision. Even after knowing everyone had dispersed back to their own lives, you stood in place for a minute, taking in the old neighborhood. The ashfault was cracked and patched up in more places than you could count, a few vehicles lined the sides of the street. It wasn't the nicest, but it sure as hell was not the worst.

Taking in a deep breath of the serene, somewhat muggy, air you to one last look at the building before heading to the bus station to get to work for a Saturday afternoon... Groan.

The bus was crowded with scumbags.

Work was also crowded with scumbags. That rude comment was mostly just towards your co-workers. They were all the types of people who hated working so they took it out on everyone around them. Your boss wasn't like this, thank God, but she'd been in this dump for twenty years now and her patience was wearing as thin as the greasy old uniform that was required for the job.

The diner closed at 7:30, just in time for a good hour of studying and to spend a bit of time on the roof. You ran outta that hell hole before anyone could try to include you in talking smack about your boss.

You jumped on the bus right as it began to pull away finally able to breathe without someone glaring at you.

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The apartment door swung open for you for the bare minimum amount of time before quickly slamming it behind your swift retreat, earning a few angry grunts from your down stairs neighbor.

Slowly you made your way to the fridge and opened it, hoping to God there was something good inside. There was, but everything that looked even remotely edible had Flyods name written on it in red and blue sharpie, warning you to back off.

With a groan you decided you'd do your homework tomorrow as you flopped onto the cushioned window ledge. Your roommate hobbled out of his room and squinted at you before smiling tiredly. "Hey Y/n."

"Hey..." You said through running your face tiredly. "I'm bagged." You sighed.

Floyd grinned softly then sat down next to you. "You look bagged." He said, wriggling down into his spot. "How was work?"

You gave him a tired look and huffed a bit, leaning your head back. "Do you even have to ask?"

This made the man laugh slightly. "No I suppose you don't."

A sleepy silence settled over you both. You felt as though you should say something, but you had no idea what to say at all. Your eyes began to droop and your breathing was slowing down.

Floyd seemed to pick up on your exhaustion and let you lean on him. He softly patted your head and whispered. "G'night Y/n." His words seemed to bless you, sending you into a deep sleep with a light feeling despite the busy day you'd just navigated.

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You had woken up, slowly letting your eyes groggily open as you emerged from your mountain of blankets. You had a mini heart attack when the alarm clock read 1:30 in the afternoon. You snuggled back down into your covers shamelessly since you still managed to be feeling drowsy, for some godforsaken reason. For god's sake, you just slept for seventeen straight hours and still weren't feeling fully rested!

Thank God it was Sunday.

Letting tired bones sink back into the bed, you couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty that you were about to go back to sleep. Your mind started to criticize your unbridled laziness.

What the hell is wrong with you? Get outta bed you lazy hoe! If sleeping was an Olympic sport you wouldn't get any medal because you'd probably be too deep in your hibernation cycle to even show up to the event.

Peeking out from underneath your covers again you took a deep breath and stretched out, poking your limbs out of the covers in different places.

You whipped off the blankets and got ready for the day. Taking a shower, drying your hair, brushing your teeth and getting dressed. It looked sunny out, but there was a spring rain storm on the way. You could see it approaching on the horizon.

So you decided to wear a nice sweater! (By now sweaters weren't actually a fashion choice anymore, it was something you figured to just live inside of.)

As you made your way out to the living room you found Floyd sprawled out on the couch in his green crew neck pullover and jeans. He was watching the news, most likely to appease his inner 74 year old.

Far off thunder rolled softly across the busy city almost unnoticed. According to the weatherman on the TV it wouldn't rain until around 7:00 pm.

You hopped over the back of the couch and landed right next to your roommate, who was quite visibly startled "Y/n?!" He cried out surprised. "Gee whiz! You almost gave me heart attack!" He frowned angrily at you which made you chuckle through a half-hearted apology.

"So what are we gonna binge?" You asked making Floyd sigh, still sour about what had just happened. However, he was never a poor sport about things like that so he engaged in the conversation

"I don't know, we finished watching Mecha Force Five, so I guess we're onto something else." He said, throwing his head back from the newscast to look at you.

You grinned devilishly as you stalked around the couch towards the TV stand.

Floyd's eyes got wider and wider the closer you went to the forbidden cabinet. "Y/n, No."

A grin formed from your smirk while you slowly squat next to the little door.

"No. No! We are not doing this again!" Floyd said with a tone of warning while you simply wiggled your shoulders up and down in sync with your eyebrows.

His attempt to keep a frown faltered to worry, making him lean forward in his spot on the couch, ready to stand up. "Please, Y/n, we're friends!" He attempted to coax you out of it with a hand out towards you. His efforts were valiant, but they were mere speed bumps to a monster truck.

You ignored his pleas and presented the door like a model would in Deal or No Deal. His terror was unrivalled as the little door in the TV stand was pulled open. There, inside a disgustingly old cardboard box, was your child.

The entirety of the series Crognard the Barbarian, all on VHS!

Floyd's already unhappy look became even less impressed, along with a loud groan in annoyance as he flopped back on the couch. "Nooo Y/n!!"

"Yeess Y/n." You said, nodding slowly while getting up and putting the first episode into the VCR player and pressing play. "UgGGUh!! Not again! We always watch this fricking show!"

"Psh! No we don't!" You countered. "But if we did watch it all the time you should not be complaining! It's a timeless classic!" You countered as you sat back down next to Floyd again.

"It's only timeless because you watch it all the time! You won't let it just disappear! Other than you nobody on the face of the Earth enjoys this... torture!" He said through an unhappy groan.

You rolled your eyes. "You're just being dramatic!"

"You literally found it in a trash can."

"On top of a tash can thanks."

He shook his head bitterly. "Fine, we'll watch one episode, but after that I'm done!"

You smiled sneakily as the episode had began to play. "Fine with me."

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Don't you worry babes, Leo is on👏his👏 waaaay!!👏👏

>Rain<