Your piercing (e/c) stared at the math homework in front of you. You had spent the last 30 minutes on this problem and you still couldn't get it. You slammed the textbook shut in anger, and saw a small piece of paper fall on the floor.
Confused, you picked it up and saw that it was Donnie's number. Your eyes widened as your brain processed this information.
"Yes! He could help me!" You cheer and put his number in. You immediately text him.
To: Donnie
Hi.
From: Donnie
Hello.
To: Donnie
I need help.
From: Donnie
With what?
To: Donnie
Math.... :(
From: Donnie
How much time have you spent on it?
To: Donnie
30 min?
From: Donnie
What's the problem? The math one.
To: Donnie
I'd rather you just come over.
From: Okay. You'll have to wait until the sun goes down. 11?
To: Donnie
Sounds like a plan. Here's my address.
You text him your address and push your chair back. Sighing, you run your fingers through your (h/c) hair and look at the clock. Just a few more hours.
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It's weird having to do this authors note on my phone. The dots are only available on my phone, so if comes up as a double update, sorry. I'm working on Mikey's
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Tmnt Boyfriend Scenarios
RandomEver thought about having a teenage mutant ninja turtle as your boyfriend? In this fandom, every girl has at least once. You can't deny it. So I'm here to make your dreams come true, kind of.... Enjoy! this shit is done don't ask about updates
