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First Date Rated PG: Comedy/Romance Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Donatello/April O'Neil Author's Note: I haven't felt very inspired in such a long time because of my lackluster to create a story. Well, one day, bored as usual, I stumbled upon TMNT 2012, and I fell in love with it. Per-Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Donnie is sure that he can score a date with April…one way or another. Summary: All Donnie ever wanted was for April to give him just a tiny bit of attention. Was that so wrong? Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is owned by Kevin Eastman, Peter Laird, and Nickelodeon. Critiques: They are allowed, but please keep i

April gasped and sat up on the couch. Blue eyes adjusted to the darkness and she struggled to catch her breath. She struggled to move her limbs and found that she had been tucked in a purple blanket. Donatello's blanket... The red head flashed back to her dream. The image of her kissing the ninja didn't leave her head, even if she rubbed at her eyes. The thing is...that hasn't been the first dream. There have been others where they're holding hands, walking together on the beach, holding one another... April untangled herself out of the blanket and threw her legs over the side of the couch and buried her head into her hands. This had starte

 It's been six months since April had joined the boys below the surface, six months since her father had been kidnapped and six months since she had started training with Master Splinter. Donatello couldn’t believe how fast the six months had flown by snd already how talented of a ninja April had become. Donatello liked to take some time off from inventing and building to watch Master Splinter and April from the shadows. She had grown so strong and fast, but no where near as good as him, his brothers and the rat they called their “father.” But he still admired how much determination she had while fighting. It was like her

April felt the breeze whistling through New York City on her face, a smirk spreading on her lips knowing a hooded figure wasn't far behind her. She turned her head and could see a shadow dart to another building. The ginger picked up her feet and walked into the pizzeria. The smell of melted cheese, baked bread and veggies filled her nostrils. She never really appreciated pizza that much until she had met the guys. Now...pizza was kind of a lifestyle. April thought she'd get sick of it...but she didn't. The teenager picked up the pizza she had ordered, payed and left. She stepped back onto the busy city sidewalk and smiled at each stranger