Just Say Yes | By : EvaBrick Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ninja Turtles, nor am I making any money from this story. I'm just borrowing them for a while because they're lonely. |
“Hey, babe.”
Charlie turned at the sound of Michelangelo’s familiar voice. He’d come in through her bathroom window like he always did, preferring to use alleyways and fire escapes than sidewalks and doors.
“Hey, Mikey,” she smiled, turning back to the dishes.
Mike pulled the dishcloth from the handle of the stove door and started drying the dishes and putting them away in the overhead cupboards. Charlie had a few little lines at the edges of her eyes, but she looked better than she had in over a year. Her hair was tied back in a high pony-tail and she was wearing her favourite jeans with a faded, blue peasant top. Mike looked down at her feet; she wasn’t wearing socks. He always thought that human feet were so interesting with their five, small toes. She’d painted her nails pink, too. She hadn’t done that in a really long time.
“Are you looking at my feet again?” Charlie giggled, nudging her friend with her elbow.
“I can’t help it!” Michelangelo teased, poking her small foot with his large, two-toed one. “How come your toes don’t snap off? They’re so little!”
“Watch it, buster, or I’ll paint your nails pink in your sleep!” Charlie threatened, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She liked it when Mike came over and made her laugh... it was so hard being alone...
“The sad thing about that,” Mike said as he dried the last plate, “is that you’d actually do it if you got the chance. I’d have to soak my tootsies in paint-thinner.”
Charlie laughed as she drained the sink. “You’re such a drama-queen, Mikey,” she smiled.
“It might be a good look for me, actually,” Mike mused. He looked at his feet thoughtfully. “It’d really put me in touch with my feminine side... but you’d have to use orange paint, of course.”
Charlie rolled her eyes and dried her hands on his dishcloth. There was absolutely nothing feminine about Michelangelo. His biceps and thighs were huge and his muscles rippled when he moved. He had a healthy collection of scary scars as well as some deep gouges in his shell. She ran her fingers gently over a thin, shiny line on his left arm; a reminder of the time the Foot had hit him with their van. He’d shoved her out of the way and saved her life.
“That was a wild night, huh?” he said, his voice sounding husky. He wished he could just kiss those fingers and then her mouth, but that would be crossing the line. Mike snorted inwardly; he’d been waiting to cross that line for five years! He would never have hurt Donnie, though. Never ever ever.
But Donnie was gone now...
“The first wild night of many,” Charlie smiled, heading for the fridge. “Want anything to drink?”
“Sure,” Mike said, hanging up the towel again. “Gimmie whatever you’re having.”
He watched her move as she poured them both some iced tea. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her cute, little ear and Mike’s breath caught in his throat for the millionth time. She was beautiful. Donnie had been a very lucky man.
“What’s the matter?” Charlie said, letting an eyebrow arch slyly. Mike kicked himself - he hadn’t realised that he’d been biting his lip again. He had a terrible poker face.
“C’mon, dude,” he said to himself. “She’s your best friend, you can talk to her. You’re not doing anything wrong. You waited and waited and waited. You’ve given her a year and three months to grieve. You’re not being a jerk. Just be a man and say what you came to say.”
“Mikey?” Charlie asked, a small frown filling her face. She stepped over to him and put her hand on his arm. “Is something wrong?”
“No, babe,” Mike said, summoning a small smile. “But I did come here to talk to you about something.” He pulled out two kitchen chairs and motioned for her to sit with him. He wanted to do this here and not in the living room where Donnie’s wedding picture would be smiling down at him. Charlie sat down, facing him, still looking worried.
“I’m not sure how to say this,” Mike said, cautiously. He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His took her hands, wrinkled from the dishwater in his bigger ones and looked sincerely up into her face.
“Charlie, I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met. You and Donnie were soul mates and I could see that, so I kept my feelings in check and satisfied myself with being your friend. I never let myself lust after you while Don was alive - I had too much respect for you both - but since he died...” Mike paused and pushed down the wave of grief that splashed over his heart. “Since then... I’ve let myself start to accept the feelings I have for you.”
He paused, waiting to see what her reaction would be. Charlie sat back in her chair, but didn’t pull her hands away, which he read as a good sign. She looked surprised and a little flustered.
“Mike, I... I don’t know what to say,” Charlie stammered.
“Look,” Mike said. “I know that everyone grieves differently and that some people need more time to grieve than others, so I waited a year and three months before coming here to tell you this.” He rubbed his big thumbs over the backs of her hands. “I know you weren’t expecting this,” he said, apologetically. “I don’t expect you to leap into my arms or anything, babe. Just cause I love you doesn’t mean that you see me in the same light.”
Charlie’s mouth opened like she wanted to speak, but she was too stunned to make a noise. Michelangelo was her best friend and she’d never even suspected that he... he loved her?
“I’m not asking you to forget about Donnie,” Mike said, kindly. “Donnie was my brother and I loved him, too. I’m not asking you to take down pictures or take off your wedding ring. I’m just asking you to go on one date with me tomorrow night. I’m asking you to give me one chance to show you how things could be if our relationship was a romantic one.”
He sat back and forced himself to look at her evenly and not bite his lip. Charlie didn’t know what to say. Of course she loved Michelangelo, but she’d never thought about him that way... or had she? He protected her and made her feel safe and she had to admit that he was pretty handsome. Mikey made her laugh. He was kind and sweet and... Mikey was loveable. Charlie looked down at her wedding ring. She thought that she and Donatello were going to grow old together...
“I don’t know if we should open that can of worms, Mike,” she said. “I need you in my life. I’d be so lonely without you... what if it doesn’t work out? It’ll ruin things between us.” Her eyes teared up and she sniffled. She’d be completely alone without the turtles.
“No,” Michelangelo said, reaching a finger out to catch the tear that slipped down her cheek. “It wouldn’t ruin anything - I wouldn’t let it.” He smiled and took her hand again. “Charlie, if I was able to hide it from you for this long, I can do it for a lot longer if I have to. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll manage. We’ll still be best buds forever. I promise. We’ll just pretend it never happened.”
“Mike, I don’t know,” Charlie whispered. “It’s so unexpected... I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say yes,” he smiled, his eyes soft. “It’s just one date, nothing more. I won’t even try to steal a kiss, I swear!”
Charlie looked up at his dancing eyes and a tiny giggle escaped her lips. This was crazy... but found her head nodding on its own. She was completely dumbfounded. Michelangelo stood and bowed low to kiss the back of her hand.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight,” he said, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
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