Close Encounters
Chapter Two
by Kimmy
As I waited in silence, the hours dragged on. A second became a minute, a minute to an hour, and hour to an eternity. A yawn, a drop of the eyes, even the floor looking like a comfortable resting place.
A sat there until I'm sure I was asleep...
A creek, a stir, footsteps...a figure against the darkness. He was as silent as a breath, as stealthy as a cat. He walked over to the desk and picked up the new drawing.
"Humph"...a smile slid across his face, then a faint laugh. He shook his head and just smiled. Turning around, he noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar. Placing the drawing back on the table, he went over to investigate his suspicions. There he found his answer.
A rather tall, slender girl, with hair like autumn leaves, was asleep on the floor.
"Well, I guess that idea didn't work, did it," remembering the artist's signature, "Mellany."
Michaelangelo bent down and scooped up the sleeping artist into his arms. Despite her height, she was as light as a breeze at twilight. Carefully walking over to the low bed, he laid Mellany down, being very careful not to wake her.
"Not tonight, my young artistic friend. We'll save the introductions for another night." And with that he covered Mellany's sleeping body with a blanket he found on the floor. Mellany stirred a bit, which made Michaelangelo step back a bit. She soon settled in again. A few strands of hair fell over her face as her head rolled to the side.
Michaelangelo kneeled by her bedside, and brushed back her hair.
Staring into the face of the girl he had admired from the alley across the street, the face he had watched so many nights was inches from his own.
Michaelangelo felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest, and his breathing staggered. A lump formed in his throat, and all he could focus on was Mellany's face.
Mike realized where he was and came back to reality. He smiled and started to leave. Before his did, he leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Soon, we'll know each other better," he said as he stroked her autumn-colored hair.
Then he left with the new drawing as quietly as he came, looking back into Mellany's bedroom before climbing out the window. Michaelangelo walked back to the sewers with a lighter step in his feet that night.
The sewers felt like that always did. The same feel in the air, the same noises echoing down the tunnels, and the same familiar view that was the route back to the lair. But the energy around Michaelangelo was different. There was a buzz of excitement. There was almost a skip in his step as he happily made the venture back to the lair. He was on a natural high, an intense high. That, being coupled with remembering the events that just took place moments ago topside, made him feel as though he were on cloud nine. It had been a long time since Michaelangelo had felt this kind of elation.
As he arrived at the lair, he noticed Donatello and Leonardo were watching TV, Splinter was preparing a light meal for himself, and Raphael was punching the air. He was on this new boxing routine of his. There was one time that he got himself so caught up in the punching that he forgot where he was at and had punched the wall accidentally...TWICE.
"No way! Big Foot should have won that match hands down! He's the ultimate X Creature. He should have used some of his elusive hiding skills to evade Nessie."
"The Loch Ness monster can take anything. If it wasn't the tail that sliced Sasquach in half, then sitting on him with its massive bulk would have done the trick."
It was pretty obvious that they had just seen the results of the Celebrity Death Match fight between to two most famous X Creatures. They had been waiting for this fight ever since they happened to see the commercial while channel surfing one afternoon. Donatello bet Leonardo that Big Foot would win over the Loch Ness monster, and he took the bet. Even before the "fight" aired they had been rambling on about which Creature was better and why.
"The fight was rigged, I just know it."
"Pay up, Donatello. I won the bet." Leo had a wide grin on his face.
"Oh, alright!" Donatello handed Leonardo the five dollars he had placed as bet money. "Don't spend it all in one place." Donatello just scowled and sank further into the couch.
Raph had halted his boxing routine, and turned to Mike. "Well, well, if it isn't happy boy. What's with the smirk? Go on a date or somethin'?"
Mike grinned and gave a half laugh, half smile response. "I wouldn't say a date, but I did see a beautiful girl. The one I've been telling you guys about."
"Oh yeah! The one who's the artist, right?" Don perked up from his lousy luck and losing his bet with Leo.
"Yeah! That's the one!" Mike let out a sigh and his eyes drifted toward the ceiling as if looking for an angel. "Not only can she draw well, but her looks go way beyond the beauty of her sketches. I actually went inside her place, and. . ."
"Hold it, Mike." Leo got up from the couch, walked over to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. It seemed he was trying to bring Mike back down to earth. "You mean to tell me that you went into this girl's apartment?" Leo had a growing concern for his brother's excursions night after night.
"Yeah, dude! So what's the deal? She was asleep when I went in. I guess she wanted to get a look at me, but fell asleep trying to stay awake." He laughed as he started walking around the room acting out the night's events. "So, anyway, I open up the window real quiet-like making sure that no one was in the room. I slip in and headed over to her drawing table to see what she'd been up to. Turns out that she did this awesome picture of my hand holding the orange rose I left for her the night before. I mean, it was awesome! Then. . ."
"Wait a New York minute!" Raph wanted to put his two cents in. "You mean ta tell me that you're leaving this girl, who, for all we know is our enemy, flowers?! What is your major malfunction?"
"Chill, dude! Nothing happened. She didn't wake up or anything. She fell asleep on the floor and I just picked her up and laid her on her bed." Mike seemed to be trailing off as he finished his thought. He remembered how beautiful she was, how she seemed light as a feather when he picked her up. As he told his brothers that he had placed her back on her bed, Mike stared off into space and lowered his arms. All he could think about was Mellany.
"You planning on seeing this, what's her name, Mellany, like this every night?" Raph said.
"I don't know. If I could spend every night in the same bed with her. . ." a very sly grin spread across his face. He was still on cloud nine about the night's events, and busted out laughing at his own remark. He started to walk out of the room. "I'm going to catch some Z's guys. You better be hungry for breakfast, 'cause I'm gonna make a feast tomorrow!" Mike left the room and headed for bed.
"That guy is gonna get into some serious trouble, ya' know." Raph turned to Leo with a concerned look on his face. "He's just not being careful, and he's acting like a lovesick puppy dog."
"I know, Raph. I'm worried, too."
"Well, what if one of us followed him when he goes out to see this girl again?"
"No. If this is what Mike wants to do, then let him. He's capable of taking care of himself."
"Well do what you want. As far as I'm concerned, he's being stupid about this whole thing. I can't trust this Mellany chick. I don't know her. Like I said, she could be an enemy of ours. It's a good thing that she was asleep when Mike visited. We don't know how she would react to a mutant turtle."
Donatello got up from the couch and headed for his workshop. "You guys can debate this whole thing all night if you want. As far as my opinion goes, it's great that Mellany knows whom we are. On the other hand, she's not ready to really know about us yet. Like Raph said, we don't know if she's friend or foe yet. If there were only a way we could test her somehow. . ."
"We'll think of something," Leo said, "but for right now, I think we all need to sleep on it."
"You guys can go to sleep. I'm gonna check some stuff out on the net. I'll go to bed in a bit."
Mike was already in bed, but he was too excited to actually sleep. All he could think about was Mellany. He lay in bed on his back with his arms crossed behind his head and starred at the ceiling. Letting out a sigh of contentment, he whispered the name that had been on his mind for the last two weeks, ". . .Mellany. . ."
Chapter Three
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