This hadn't been the first time you'd been carried by Donatello, hell this wasn't the first time any of the four brothers had carried you somewhere. But this time it felt different, the mood, the atmosphere, even the location somewhat felt different. It was still New York but the air felt cleaner, the sounds were quieter; it was as though Donnie had stumbled his way to a hidden pocket of New York. After a few more minutes of running, Donnie finally settled on a rooftop.
                          
Setting you on your feet, he stood in front of you covering your sight from the vast expanse of the roof. Trying to see around him, Donnie pulled your face away with a curt hand on your cheek, staring up at him amused you broke the silence between you both. "Whatcha hiding there, turtle boy?" you joked, Donnie smiled and shifted on his feet "Well I know that low lighting is meant to help with headaches, and fresh air-" he stepped aside revealing a beautiful scene in front of you.
                          
On this rooftop sat a red knitted blanket, a small picnic basket overflowing with delicious-looking food, candles lit up the space, making the mood seem more romantic. You approached the set up in a cautious nature, not wanting to disrupt one single thing; your hands were over your mouth, too in awe at the sight. Donnie came up behind you, his arm twitching to wrap around your waist, "How did you do all this? When did you do all this?" you questioned, your mind running wild in thought.
                          
"Well, when you left the lab earlier I thought that you needed this after the whole -you know- so I found this empty rooftop and got to work." He smiled at his work fondly, his eyes flickering to your face gorging your reaction. "A-and Mikey thought that food would help too and then Leo said candles could help because of the low lighting, Raph insisted we should have a blanket so he gave me t-this." he began to ramble.
                          
Your heart beat faster knowing that each brother had put something towards this, the warmth flourishing within you when you realised Donnie had set this up just for you. Turning to the reptile in purple, you smile reassuringly at him, reaching up on your tiptoes you tried to place your palm against his face. Seeing what you were trying to do, Donnie bent down slightly to help you out, his churrs slowly growing louder when he felt the warmth of your palm invade his cheek.
                          
The night had gone swimmingly, food had been eaten, jokes had been made, candles were relit. You felt at peace with Donnie, the troubling thoughts from earlier fading away as you cuddled into his side. Donnie gazed down at you with love in his eyes, when he had told his brothers what he planned to do they all gave him a teasing look before offering their help. Today couldn't have gone any better, he thought to himself.
                          
However something was missing, Donnie couldn't quite put a finger on it. Food: check, blanket: check, candles: check, (Y/N): check, music:
                          
MUSIC! 
                          
Oh, of course, how could I forget about music! Donnie scolded himself, detaching himself from you, he pauses "Just give me one second." He began rummaging around through the picnic basket, plucking out his dainty radio and twirling the dials until something that wasn't static played. The soothing jazz flowed through the speakers, the already romantic atmosphere getting even more intense. You leaned back into his embrace, a content smile on your face; oh yeah, you could get used to this. 
                          
You felt the violent vibrations of your phone ringing in your pocket, the sudden buzz sending a shiver up your spine. Pulling away from Donnie again with a timid smile, you answered the phone. 
                          
"Hello? Hello?" came the voice through the phone, "(Y/N), you there?" it sounded like your friend from back home; why were they calling you at this time of night? Reluctantly you began to talk "Hey, (F/N). How ya been?" you asked faining politeness. "(Y/N)? You there?" came the reply, frowning you continued a little more aggressive this time "Yes! Hello (F/N)! I'm here!" Static came through the call again, "Crappy phone" you muttered under your breath.