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A low grade author like me getting all that support from all of you beautiful people is just so amazing!

PS. Please refrain from unfollowing me until someone else follows me so I'll stay at a crisp 300 😂😂 thanks 💞

Also, I have just realised my love for grapes, and it's kinda scary, I've eaten like 200 today.
Will I die or something?? Because I keep eating them.

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Six hours had passed.

You both were still watching Crognard the Barbarian. Only now, there were bunches of blankets everywhere, a bowl of half eaten (wayy too salty) popcorn and more pillows then you thought possible on the couch.

Finally the anti-climactic finale came around and you huffed at its grim end. It didn't really affect you anymore, just left a bitter taste in your mouth. Floyd sighed to himself as he leaned back into the couch "I can't believe we watched that whole thing." He groaned out, rubbing his hands over his face.

His reaction was always amusing since it was always did the same thing each time. He says he'll watch one episode with you, and then 4-8 hours later he'll be depressed that he watched that whole thing and didn't do anything else.

And there was only one cure for post binging depression! The Gas Station's nachos and slurpies.

Definitely not a healthy (or all that great) meal, but it was cheap, and could be bought for $5 in total from the dingy gas station down the street. You were really hoping he'd get his inheritance soon in order to afford such delicacies, such as real cheese and slushies that never had a chance of having a toe in it. That last one was only a romour, but you couldn't help but wonder if it were true.

Pushing the gross thought away you smiled at Floyd. "You want the classic from Big Penny's?" At the mention of the Gas station you both knew and loved, he groaned again. "I don't want a stomach ache, but I also don't want to keep thinking about how much of my life has been wasted on this fucking shoooow..."

You laughed shaking your head then stood to your feet. "Don't worry fam, I got you." You grabbed a five out of your wallet and stuffed it in your pocket. Floyd smiled sleepily up at you "My knight in shining armor."

Ruffling his messy blond locks around you grabbed your bag you'd made a habit out of carrying with you all the time and walked out if the apartment and made your way down to the street.

The smell of ozone washed over you as a dense feel hung in the air. The rain clouds had swelled to be three times the size of it originally on the horizon as they were now almost straight above you, the thunder was much more evident over the sounds of the loud city.

Eyeballing the walk you had to make and how much time you had concluded that you'd have enough time to get there, buy the stuff and get home, with only a slight chance of getting rained on.

So you began your journey for cheap nachos out into the busy streets of New York.

There weren't as many people as there would be if the threat of rain wasn't so prominent. Everyone stuck to themselves seeming to be trying to get to where they needed to be before the clouds dumped the buckets of water that were forecast.

You pushed the glass door open and the rusted chimes clunked together dully. The cashier didn't even spare you a glance as she thumbed through a magazine, obviously bored out of her mind. You made a beeline for the slushies, ready for that frozen goodness. There were only two flavours there, blue and red... You could never fully distinguish what the hell there actually tasted like, but you enjoyed the sweet red more while Floyd preferred the sour, tangy taste of the blue.

Placing the two in a cup trap you walked to the nachos which were sitting a few feet to the right of the cashier behind the glass, kept warm by the heater placed underneath.

Standing there for a moment you realized that she didn't care enough about her job to come over to help you unless someone forced her hand "Uh, miss?" You called out. But only then you noticed her head was bopping up and down to an unknown beat in her headphones. Perhaps that's why she wasn't at all attentive?

"Um excuse me miss!" You said a bit louder and with more gumption. She groaned and dramatically rolled her eyes with a sigh "Yes?" She asked with half lidded eyes. "Could I have a plate of those nachos please?"

And exasperated sigh left her as she stood and walked to the nachos, then tossing them on-top of the counter before going back and sitting in her chair "$4.98." She said returning to her magazine about lawn makeovers. You shook your head and pulled the five dollar bill from your bag and put it onto the counter "Thanks." You said walking our with both slushies and nachos. The woman didn't acknowledge you at all.

With a roll of your eyes you stepped out of the dingey building you began your trek back home.

The coolness had now firmly settled over the city and the slight wind had picked up a bit more, swishing your sweater around.

You quickened your steps in fear of soggy(-er) nachos. As you approached your building it had just begun to sprinkle down on you, luckily you had gotten close enough to the door before it began completely pouring.

However, your eyes caught a glimpse of something moving atop your building.

Being sure not to make it obvious you noticed something up there, you kept walking like nothing was out of place. As you reached your door you paused, something deep inside telling you that you needed to know what, or who, was up there. Most likely your paranoia mixed with your obsession with finding the turtles.

With no warning you snapped your sharp gaze up directly above you, only to see a green face watching you. The turtles head reeled away, retreating from your surprised gaze.

Without a moment to think you dropped the things you had just bought and ran backwards, scanning the roof tops to possibly see him, and you did. He was running across the rooftops, so you pursued with adrenaline and the unresting need to prove Floyd was wrong.

Like Usain Bolt, you ran after that green mother fucker.

Both you and him made it down the block, until he made a jump across a whole fucking street. "Oh come on."

Spotting a ladder bolted to the side of the building you didn't think twice before clambering up the rain-slicked metal bars. But the fear of falling was considerably less than the fear of not catching up to the turtle.

Making it to the top you bolted across the roof of the building in the general direction the turtle was heading. You spotted him standing on the edge of a building (two buildings away), looking down at the drop. It seemed like he was deciding whether he should jump to escape your persistence.

Seeing the gap between buildings rushing towards you, you made a snap decision. You could make it, even if only the top and the building was shorter so there was more chance of you actually landing safely.

That was all the unclear reasoning you needed to convince you to hurl yourself off a building.

Yup okay here we fucking go!

Your heart was pounding in fear, as if telling you 'the fuck are you doing?! You goddamn idiot!!' while your hazed brain was like 'brooo! This is gonna be so cool!! You're gonna catch that turtle and win the Nobel peace prize or something like that!'

The turtle looked back at you and saw you as you began to approach the edge at full speed. He seemed surprised and took a few cautious steps towards you. As your foot met the end of the roof, lighting cracked across the dark sky. You pushed off with all your might, however your foot slipped on the wetness of it and in turn did not have enough power to make it. That seemed to clear the haze in your mind.

Oh fuck.

You looked up and saw the turtle sprinting towards you at full tilt, your arm reached as far as it could towards the ledge, but you were too far away from it to ever hope you could grab it.

"shhiiaAAAHHHHHH!!!" You screamed out, as you felt your trajectory begin it's descent towards the shining paved alleyway.

The worst part about this was that this would be the second time your dumb ass was falling off a building in less than a month, but this time you felt like it was going seal the deal.

Breath was all gone and you couldn't seem to get any back as the cold, unrelenting feeling of approaching death sunk it's fangs into the back of your neck. It sent chilling waves of fear to ripple throughout your body.

You tried to look up, away from the incoming ground, only to see the same turtle crouching on the wall then springing off of it in one powerful pounce towards you. Before you could fully scream in fear he body checked you mid air.

The turtle held you firmly and used his back to take the brunt of the blow against the wall. It took a moment before you both began to fall back towards the ground, but the fall was jarred by the turtle. You frowned and followed his arm up to where the ends of his fingers were hooked around a thick pipe running alongside the rain slicked wall. He was holding both yours and his weight with only one hand.

He was gritting his teeth as he looked up at his hand, trying to pull you both. His fingers started to lose grip. "oh fu-" His large hand slipped from the slick metal and you both landed straight into a dumpster.

A groan left your mouth as your head clunked against his shell. You rubbed your head groggily but stiffened as soon as it dawned on you that the turtle you'd been trying to catch was right underneath you. The fact that you both were in an open dumpster while it was raining also dawned on you. You scrunched your nose and pulled your hands away from the wet trash back to your chest, using the turtle as a kind of life raft.

The turtle in the blue mask eyed you for a moment before letting go of you and sitting up, tossing you into a bunch of wet garbage. "Oh gross." You gagged as the turtle deftly leapt out from the dumpster, quickly followed (a lot less gracefully) by you.

Looking up from the wet pavement you'd landed on, the turtle was about to leave and jump back up the building. So you scrambled to your unsteady feet, stumbling towards him. "W-Wait a minute."

He did not listen as he grabbed a pipe on the wall, and almost hoisted himself up. But you managed to snag your hand onto his back- er -shell. "Wait!"

He stopped and looked over his shoulder at you. It felt like lighting struck you as the brilliance of his blue eyes cut through the sheets of rain that kept your wet clothes soaked and your hair flattened.

It took you by surprise as your eyes widened as much as they could as you stepped away.

The thunder boomed and rolled across the sky, able to be heard for miles.

He turned fully to you and you took one more unconscious steps back, out of his sword range.

A silence settled over you both and the sound of the rain began overpower your thoughts.

plip, plop plip plop.

The rain quietly fell from the sky. There was no thunder or lightning anymore.
Just rain.

The water slid down your already drenched body in tiny droplets. Your breathing was heavy and laboured, still at unrest from the third near death experience you'd had within the past month.

You stood face to face with the one who had saved you many times over.

"Who are you?" You demanded.

His blue eyes thinned, not caring about the rain that beads on his green skin and bounced off his shell.

"Leo." He breathed out quietly.

There was more silence between the two of you as you registered the fact that he just actually talked, and that his name was not intimidating in the slightest, it was more gentle sounding if anything.

You mulled his name over in your mind before speaking again. "Thank you." You said unwavering in tone.

He nodded once in a acknowledgement.

"Are you going to disappear soon?" You asked without thinking.

The turtle took a moment before replying. "Yeah."

You nodded once in acknowledgement.

Figuring that a simple thanks was sort of lame you decided to elaborate and offered a weak but genuine smile. "Well, Thank you, thank you so much... For saving me all those other times too."

He blinked a few times before he looked away with an uncomfortably stiff reply. "It was no trouble ma'am."

Ma'am? aha... no thanks.

"Oh, my name's Y/n." You said politely, pushing your damp hair away from your forehead and out of your eyes.

He nodded as a long pause settled between you both once again and repeated your name back to you as a goodbye. "Y/n."

He turned away right as something dawned on you. "Oh! Hold on a second!!" You cried, courage suddenly slipping from you once he peered back.

This was the part where he got to watch you fumble through your wet ass bag with clumsy, shivering hands. Curiousity filled his demeanor as he cautiously watched for the embarrassingly long amount of time you were taking, being suffocated by the silence hanging within the heavy rain. Finally you pulled out the wooden spoon from the sizeable satchel.

You took a moment looking at it before you held it out towards him, smiling timidly. "I believe this is yours."

The look of bewilderment flashed across his features in such a way he actually stood up a bit straighter. It took a few moments of careful processing but he eventually reached for the spoon, firmly grabbing the handle from your hands and setting it in his belt.

His eyes widened, seeming to just remember something also, and he reached into a small pocket/pouch hanging on the side of his belt. "And I believe this is yours." He said pulling out a familiar piece of technology from the pocket.

The timid smile grew bright as you recognized the little rectangle as your phone.

You gladly accepted the trade, the phone was in perfect condition! ...Well as intact as you had left it. "You... You had this all along?" You asked, a subdued, nervous expression painted you.

"Uh, yeah I did..." He muttered as he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, looking away. Your eyes thinned at him in a scrutinizing way while putting the phone in your bag and he put his hands up in front of himself. "Woah, hey now, I was gonna give it back to you right away but you started yelling."

Thinking back on the whole curfuffel last time, you realized he probably wasn't lying. "Ah... Right... Sorry, I just told my roommate that you existed and he doesn't believe me so we made a deal that if I get proof you exist by the end of the month then I can have an embarrassing dinner with his parents, but if I don't get proof he wants me to go to therapy. And I do not have the money for that because I only have like, three dollars in my back account."

This was by far the strangest conversation you'd had in your life, talking to the very mutant turtle that had made you look incredibly insane to Floyd but also made you find a new group of friends who thought your far fetched story to be true and fucking cool.

The turtle, Leo, looked surprised at the situation you were in. A flash of guilt showed across his face but he quickly recovered from it with a sigh and hardend expression. "Well, you're gonna have to stop making deals like that because you cannot tell anyone about me or the others."

Oh sweet, cool, coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool just my luck. Well what about them being this stealthy screamed 'TELL EVERYONE ABOUT US!!'?

Your face fell as you groaned are hung your head back, brushing the water out of your face and resting your hands on your neck "eehhhaaarrgggh!!" You looked back to him, flopping your arms back to your sides "Are you serious?!"

He nodded stoically as he watched you groan again. "B-But I just- we just talked! We're pals or something! Right?!" Leo frowned at you with a perplexed look as he crossed his green arms. "You were trying to hunt me down."

There was a blank moment in your mind until it landed on the fact that he had a point and the right to choosing whether people knew about him.

However you figured you'd be able to sway him with a sad display of panic that you had mastered at this point in your life. "Oh man, what's Floyd gonna say... What are the guys gonna think?!" You cried out and put your head in your hands and began to shake, while hunching over. "This is gonna be humiliating! I won't be able to face them again after this, they're gonna think I'm crazy and a liar." You sobbed out, happy the rain was helping with the fake tears.

Taking a moment to attempt to clear your head from all the projected emotions you looked back up at him from between your fingers. His cool eyes held no sympathy and you sighed, knowing your pity party wasn't going to sway him so you easily (and wisely) complied. You stood straight back up again quickly with a disappointed frown. "Okay fine. Gee whiz." You said putting your hands on your hips.

He gave a firm nod and you sighed with a bit of amusement laced in your voice. "Y'know, that was pretty cold hearted of you, I pulled out my sad posture and everything."

The turtle cracked a small sly smile. "I've had a lot practice with crocodile tears." He cleared his throat. "So to speak." That made your existing smile grow ever so slightly but his light hearted nature went out the window when his cold stare returned. "Anyway, stop falling off buildings." You couldn't help but smile "Noted." You said through a light laugh. He nodded once and turned from you, beginning to climb up the side of the building and disappear.

The smile stayed on your face for a bit after he left and you turned and walked away. Beginning to think of complex excuses that could possibly leave you blameless for what you told them and when you made it to your apartments front door you saw the sad soggy nachos and the long been washed away slushies left on the pavement in a mushy pile of disappointment.

Oh good... Another excuse I need to come up with.

You looked off down the street to where the turtle disappeared then shook your head. "He totally owes me nachos." You muttered as you stepped out of the rain.

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Leoooo!! 👏 My herooo!!! 👏

My boo 👏 I love youuu!!! 👏

What a bop I made ^^

K. Hope you liked thattt, it was fun to write about you guys almost dying. Lol jk, but not really jk.

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