April's POV
--------------------I CAN'T let this happen. They can't be together. I love Donatello. He loves me. We will be together. Even if I have to... No, no I can't do that. Backstabber or not, I promised to keep her safe from all harm. Backstabber or not.. She's my sister. And.. maybe she's right. I shouldn't be mad. After I did what I did, I should be happy that he is finally happy. But I need him. I love him. No. I can't have him. Ugghhhh!!! Forget it.. I'll never win.
Nicole's POV
------------------"Donnie." I said quietly. He looked up at me from his lab table.
"Yes, darling?" He asked with a smile. I bit my lip softly, thinking, wondering how to speak.
"U-um.. d-do you still.. love April?" I asked, tears threatening to drop. He widened his yellow-brown eyes.
"What? Why would you ask that?" He demanded. He stood up and looked at me. I cowered slightly in fear.
"I-I'm sorry.. p-please don't hurt me." I whimpered with my eyes squeezed shut, waiting.
"W-what? Oh dear.. uh.. n-no darling I-I'm not gonna hurt you. D-don't worry!" He panicked, a stuttering mess. I looked up at him, my eyes still filled with tears of fear. "O-oh jeez..." he picked me up bridal style and nuzzled my neck. I couldn't help but smile a bit.
"But.. do you?" I asked again. He shook his head in my neck.
"Of course not, darling." He answered, calm this time. "I only have eyes for you." I smiled at him.
"Really, Donnie?" I asked, my eyes twinkling. He nodded and I could feel his cheeks widen as he smiled.
"Yes, Nicole." He said with a slight chuckle. "I love you." I blushed lightly and smiled wider.
"I love you too, Donatello." I said quietly. He looked up from my neck and kissed my lips lightly. I wrapped my arms around his neck loosely and kissed him back softly.
I've never been so happy.
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Sweet Dreams
FanfictionNicole has been having strange dreams lately. She can't even explain them without seeming crazy. When she is brought from her abusive foster home in Ohio to live with her friend in NYC, will these strange dreams stop? Will they make sense? Will ever...