Raph was hanging out with Slash (sorry for all the hate on Slash LoL Raph just doesn't have any other mean friends). You knew that boys normally changed for their friends. They would act like complete jerks with no responsibility whatsoever. Basically, they acted single. However, you figured Raph was different because, well, he's Raph. You figured that he just had an attitude that wouldn't change for anybody, not even Slash. You were very wrong. You walked into the living room and saw Raph and Slash snickering. "Sup guys," you said as you plopped next to Raph. "Sup babe," he said as he put an arm around you. Slash growled. "Um me and Raph were talking," Slash said with a little too much attitude for you. "Well now me, you, and Raph are talking," you replied as you raised an eyebrow. He growled again and looked at Raph. "Uh (Y/n)," Raph said trying to sound like Slash, "We were talking actually." You looked shocked. "Are you serious?," you said, pulling away from him. "Kinda," he said. You crossed your arms. "Fine," you said dryly, and walked away swishing your hips. Raph didn't even bother to say anything else. He just continued snickering with Slash! You stayed close to eavesdrop on their conversation. "She's a real pain in the shell, Raph," Slash commented. "Yeah she is," Raph said with a chuckle. You gasped and ran over to them. "Oh really?," you said. Raph looked at you, but Slash put a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah (Y/n). I mean geez," he said, trying to sound cool. Your mouth dropped wide open and this, for some reason, really upset you. You knew that this was a guy thing, but you thought Raph was better than that. "Oh my- You know what? Fine!," you yelled and you stormed into your room. You felt tears of both anger and sadness threaten to burst out of your eyes. You punched a wall, hurting your hand. You growled and allowed some of the tears to fall. "I hate everything," you mumbled as you sat on your bedroom floor, hugging your knees. A little while later, Raph gently opened your door. Slash had left and Raph felt really bad about what he said to you. He saw you sleeping on the floor, surrounded by tissues. He sighed and put a hand on the back of his neck, his soul filling with guilt. He gently picked you up and placed you in your bed. He gently kissed your forehead, and just as he was about to pull away from you, you pulled his lips to yours. When you released him, he just stared at you for a second. "If you ever do that to me again, I promise you that making up won't be this easy for you ever again," you said softly. He chuckled nervously and flopped next to you. "I'm sorry baby," he said. "Mmhm," you mumbled as you curled up in a ball, his arm protectively around you.