The keys fell inside a ceramic dish, and a sharp clink hurt April's ears. She peeled off skimpy work clothes and left a trail to the kitchen. The stench of cigarettes, bourbon, and that busboy's joint, lingered on her half-naked body.

She missed the handle of the refrigerator door. "Oh, c'mon!" The cold air washed over her grimy skin. "You're not that messed up." April threw away one box of wine and opened another. "Thank God!" The flimsy package skated across the coffee table.

Still fucking alone in her apartment, she blew the air through her lips, and said, "What are you doing?" April stretched out on the couch and called a 'party dude,' while the heat raised to her face.

However, after a few rings, she thought about getting a robe and a life. Every mutant had better things to do, April shivered in her underwear. Blacking out, next to the toilet, raised higher on her internal 'to-do' list. She went nose deep, and took a long pull from a red, plastic solo cup.

Then, she heard. "H-hello?" And, spit up her wine.

Wiping her chin, she scoffed, and said, "H-hey!" April knocked the wine over. "Fuck! I mean..." Her tongue, loosened by the alcohol, hit the brakes. Sounding drunk might get him to hold her hair, but Mikey would never take advantage of her dirty mouth, no matter how hard she tried. She relaxed at her luck, listening to loud methodical thumping and scraping, mixed with a few metallic clangs, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, skateboarding, you know…" There was a woody pop, heavy footfalls, then a coming-to-a-complete-stop grunt. Silence. Michelangelo said, "Now, I'm not skateboarding. What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you." Her stomach flip-flopped. April bit her lip to keep from giggling. Here comes the nervous curiosity. She squeezed her eyes shut.

"W-What do you mean?" He laughed. "At the lair?"

Her pupils dilated at the sudden exposure to the light. Like most teenagers, Mikey had a big ego and a thin exterior shell, so, if he thought she was making fun of him, the kid would shut down. "No, Michael. I'm at my apartment." She had to pace herself. "In my bed." Stretching back down on the couch. "Alone."

He gulped, and during the three second pause, April put a hand down her worn out underwear. All the drugs didn't dull her senses, she ached for 'big Mike,' locked away in her nightstand. She wished the vibrator would grow legs and jiggle over to her. The batteries were fresh.

Flipping her tone, April brightly said, "I like, wanna talk to you!"

Confounded, he said, "Oh. That's cool." Mikey couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice, just like every emotion which ran through his pea-brain. He made a sitting-down grunt. "I, uh, wanna talk to you, too." She heard a little splash and pictured him throwing a coin in a well, even though that was impossible. If Mikey had a penny, he would shine it up and give it to his overprotective family.

April wished he would hurry up and risk everything, for a pathetic former reporter, turned shitty waitress. Her sweet, innocent friend, who was going to have to do, tonight.

He rarely went anywhere alone, but at least out of the Lair, the youngest turtle was halfway to her den. She wondered who he was with, asking, "So, where are you guys?" Hiccuping. Fuck! Did he hear that? Saying quickly,"Ah, sorry, too much pizza."

She imagined Mikey scratching the back of his thick, green neck. Most likely, with all the blood rushing to his head, he adorably wondered what the hell she was doing to him.

His chuckle faded. "Well, uhh, you kinda caught me, April."

Holy shit! She sat straight up.

He asked, "Did you call anyone else, yanno, lookin' for me?"

Dropping her feet to the floorboards. "What?! No!" Fucking chill! She needed to convince her body her vindictive, wet-dream wasn't coming true, which was impossible as her shriveled up heart sent an electric pulse through her veins, frying the buzz out her blood. "W-w-where are you?" And, how can I get you here? Her scalp itched.

At first, she thought her excitement had scared him, but he hesitantly said, "That depressing-ass playground I told you about last week." He cleared his throat. "Well, I'm underground now, but whatever." He sniffed.

She rubbed her forehead "Oh, my God, Mikey, you fixed the swings by yourself?"

"I am pretty sure I made them worse." His voice was thick. "Please don't tell anyone, Leo's been trippin' lately and I'm, like…" He sighed. "I'm stupid, I dunno."

"Fuck!" She was drunk and stoned. "Me, too!"

"A-April!"

"I mean." What the FUCK do you mean? "I just mean, everybody thinks we're stupid. But, look at you. Your heart is smart." Better. Keep going. He's weak. "You were only thinking of the kids. You and me are a lot alike."

"We're both secretly smart?"

This is what she had been waiting for, Mikey liked to play, but he needed a team. She gave him a throaty laugh. "And sexy, right?"

She almost heard his jaw working, then he bored her, saying, "April, I..uh…I really don't know what to say, you got me…thinking." He cleared he throat. "About things."

She couldn't expect him to be all confidence, this was foreign to him, but thinking deserved some positive reinforcement. "I think you're sexy." After he finished sputtering, she said, "Are you ready to be serious, Micheal? Do you ever think of me?" She imagined a hamster running on a tiny, rusted exercise wheel, while waiting for his response. Rolling her eyes, April flatly said, "Okay, well, I guess nobody wants to talk, then. Fine. Maybe I should call Master Splinter."

"Whoa, whoa! It's just, I thought, I thought you talked..."

"All we do is talk!" She let the heat fly. "I wanna feel something."

"What does that mean?"

"Jesus Christ, Michelangelo." She pinched her skin causing a small cry of pain to escape.

"Are you okay?"

"No! I'm not. But, if you're wanna play, I'll leave the window unlocked." No bye. She hung up and squealed. Mikey couldn't even resist clickbait. He was probably blinking at the phone, trying to decide how lame it would be to text her, to ask, what she really meant.

April jumped in the shower. After toweling dry, she decided to get into bed naked. She checked her phone and read the text: I'm on my way.

Her hand flew to the nightstand drawer and grabbed her favorite dildo. She responded: Good. YOU only get to watch.

He replied with a stormy emoticon-face: What did you tell my brother?!

She smirked and typed: Little Mikey can come inside tonight and my pussy cunt wait. Pulling a face at the typo, April decided to send it anyway.

Her phone chimed. She read, along with a nuclear explosion picture: WTF!

She threw his words back at him, sending: Maybe you have more important things to do, now?

The tears welled while she waited for a response, her phone remained silent for the rest of the night. She threw the vibrator across the room and shoved her face into a pillow. Sleep came first.

Then, he showed up.

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A/N: April a little darker than usual, hope you enjoyed, and I will be continuing. I think I can get away with some sexual healing in the next chap. Thank you so much for reading, drop us a line if you liked! : D

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