Tmnt ~ Street Punks ~ Ghost x Reader
"What do you think of. . . Love?" I asked out of the blue. I didn't intend on asking such a question but curiosity got the best of me.
He stayed quiet as his devilish maroon eyes were fixated on his blue-print plan. But then, his dark orbs adverted away from his work and were gazing into my (Eye Colour) hues. His stoic face stayed the same but his eyes narrowing against mine.
"Love? It's bullshit." He replied bluntly. At that moment, I could feel my heart clench as if my chest was squeezed. My breath hitched in my throat and I couldn't move a muscle.
"O-oh. . ." I stammered. I didn't know what to feel, was this pain? I've never felt such things, I was that oddly happy yet, tough girl. But lately, hanging out with this guy, Ghost, made my heart pound and always made me smile, even though, I'm pretty sure, he doesn't feel the same way. . .
"It's nothing but irritating feelings for someone." He continued but paused before sighing tiredly. His voice hardening.
You hummed, as you tried not to let him hear your whimpering. Even if you talked, he would notice the slight crack in your voice. You turned your aching head and looked away.
"But." You could feel gaze softening as his voice lowered, almost to a whisper. "I cannot deny, I have had those. . . Affections."
Your eyes widen in surprise as you turned to look at the 19-year old mutant. "For w-who. . May I ask?"
"You, idiot. . ." He murmured softly. . .
Yo, it's me. ;*
Just so you know, I'm re-writing this cuz it's hella cringey. But thanks for all your support upon my crappy writing. XD
Also, the street punk turtles belong to their rightful owner, SirConCon. I just own the story, plot and some of my own characters. Thnx!
Including some of my readers ideas. (Again, thanks babes ;*)