Swift

Being a turtle humanoid creature, Swift couldn't really flirt or talk with other human girls, since they would freak out if they ever saw his face. Yet I couldn't help but growl a little when he wolf-whistled at a TV star while we were watching TV, as if she could actually hear him.
The actress was a lovely young woman, about my age, with perfect skin and beautiful green eyes that shone brightly in the sunlight. I thought she was pretty as well, but I growled a little when I heard Swift wolf whistle at her. He unfortunately heard my growl and smirked. "What? Do you not like her?" He asked, the arm that was wrapped around my waist tightening a little. I rolled my eyes and pulled away, standing up and heading for my bedroom. He followed me, trying to catch my attention. "C'mon, babe! You know I don't mean it," he called out, although I could hear the amusement in his voice. I walked into my room and almost fully closed the door when his foot stopped me. I glared, and he smirked even more. "You know, I love it when you get mad~" he purred, opening the door all the way. He took my wrist and pulled me closer, looking down at me softly. "Whatever..." I mumbled back, and he chuckled in return.

Rebel

Jealousy overwhelmed me as Rebel began to talk about his friend April O'Neil. He never stopped complimenting her red hair, how nice she was, and how calm she could be in the most serious situations.
We where just siting on the roof one Saturday afternoon, me being situated in his lap and his hands occupies with my hair. He always seemed to enjoy playing with my hair, saying it was soft and easy to run his fingers through. However, he turned the conversation from my hair to April, his friend that had picked me up for our first date.
I listened as he complimented her, although I wasn't happy about it. I was glad my back was to him, since there was an ugly scowl on my face.
"...If you like her so much, why didn't you ask her out before Casey did?" I asked rather sourly, and he paused.
"...Cause I had already met you."
My eyes widened and I turned to see a smile on his features.
"No need to get jealous, baby. I wouldn't date O'Neil even if my life depended on it. She's a good friend, but only Casey can handle that amount of craziness."
I blushed and went to stand up, but was stopped by his arm going around my waist and pulling me back down. "Awww, don't be like that," he said teasingly, turning my face to meet his. "You look adorable when you blush."

Ghost

The damn prick...Always somehow igniting my temper.
      I walked into my apartment and saw him going through a magazine. But not just any magazine. It was basically a magazine for models, and he was currently in the swimwear section.
      I blushed immensely when he looked up and turned to me. He then held up the picture of the model he was currently looking at and gestured to her body.
     "Why don't you look like that?" He asked, almost like he didn't even know what exactly he was saying.
    I responded by throwing a shoe at him and rushing over to my room.
I almost laughed when I heard him let out a small 'oof' as the shoe hit him in the face.
      "What the hell was that for?!" He yelled, following after me.
    I slammed the door in his face as soon as I reached my room, sighing as I leaned against it.
He knocked a few times before giving up and walking away. At least, it sounded like he gave up.
   After about an hour of moping, I got hungry and decided to get something to eat. I walked out of my room and was in the middle of making a sandwich when two arms wrapped around my torso.
"You know I didn't mean it like that, right?"
"No, I don't. It was almost like you were calling me ug-"
"Don't. You are far from it. I want to know why you humans don't all look the same. You seem more..." He trailed off, burying his face into my neck.
"...Natural. You seem...Real. Not fake like those girls in the pictures..."
I blushed at that and glanced down at my body before turning to place a kiss on his cheek.
"Thanks."

MC

"(Y/N)! C'mon, you know I only have eyes for you!"
"Whatever! You wouldn't be gawking at some hot chick walking down the street if you did!"
Yeah, me and MC were not on the best terms.
I got home to find him staring out the window from my bedroom. He was being careful, having the curtains slightly drawn so he could duck behind them if anyone saw him, and I smiled at that. At least he knew what would happen if he was seen.
I slid up beside him and he glanced at me, leaning over to kiss my cheek before returning to what he was doing.
As he watched, I noticed him staring at a girl across the street. She was really pretty, with a red cocktail dress and a pair of heels to match. She looked like she was going to a party or something, but the likely chance she was a prostitute was also high.
She was pretty though...
"She looks hot," MC said suddenly, and I looked at him in horror.
Which lead us to here.
I was currently struggling against his grip on my wrists, which held me in place so I couldn't walk out. He pushed me to the bed and hovered over me, trying to get me to calm down.
"C'mon, (Y/N)! You'll wake your parents up!" He whispered at me, and I settled down a little. However, I was still pissed.
He leaned his face down and I turned away, not wanting to look at him right now. He sighed and used one hand to hold my wrists while the other gripped my chin. "You know I think you're absolutely beautiful right?" He whispered, and I scoffed.
"Hey, don't drag yourself down like that. It's not funny," he said, almost serious. I couldn't not listen to him like this.
"She's hot, but you're mine. I wouldn't stay here if I didn't love you down to my core," he said softly, and I looked up at him. He smiled down at me and I couldn't help but blush a little.
"...Promise?"
"I promise."