8Stupid Contacts...
A/N: Well, this idea came to me this morning before I went to school. I was having a little trouble with my contacts. I just could not get them in! Anyway, I was in Math class today, and I wrote this one shot. Hope you like! ; )
...sorry about this Raph.
Disclaimer: - Look. I'm in my room, on my bed, I have an old laptop on my lap (Lol Imagine that), and I have nothing better to do than write fanfiction. If you honestly think I own the turtles, then you are honestly the most stupid person I have ever met.
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Ok, Raphael thought to himself. I can do this. Deep breaths...deep breaths...He sighed and held his index finger steadily right in front of his face. Or, atleast what looked like the index finger. He couldn't really tell, being a three fingered turtle, and all. On his finger, a single contact lay still. After he'd checked to make sure that it wasn't inside out, he did his best to keep his right eye open without blinking. He slowly and carefully pulled the contact closer to his pupil. That's it, he thought, slowly...carefully...
"Hey, Raph!"
"WHOA!"
All of a sudden, Donatello, one of Raphael's younger brothers, burst into the bathroom. The loud bang of the door slamming against the wall when it was shoved open was enough to make Raphael about two feet in the air. His hand had jerked away from his eye and the contact he was holding flew out of sight. Raphael didn't notice, though.
"Donnie! Geez! Would it KILL you to knock first?!"
Donatello gave a sheepish-apologetic smile.
"Sorry, Raph."
Raphael didn't respond. Instead, he scowled at the dirty bathroom counter and then realized something.
"Oh, no," he groaned.
"What?"
Raphael got down on his knees and examined the counter carefully. He searched every inch, checked every speck, but the contact was gone. Then, to his horror, he realized that the drain in the sink was unplugged and open.
"No!"
"Raph, what's wrong?"
Raphael stood back up and faced his brother. Well, not really. The only thing he'd be looking at, if his eyes were open, would be the palm of his left hand. His shell was leaning against the counter.
"Oh, man!"
"Raph, what the-"
Raphael cut him off. "My contact! I was trying to put in my contact when you RUDLEY barged in! I dropped it down the drain on accident!"
Raphael sighed and lowered his hand.
"Dammit...that was my last one."
Donatello felt a little guilty about walking in on Raphael like he did. He took a few steps forward and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. Raphael immediatley lifted his head only to find his purple clad brother smiling sadly at him.
"I'm sorry, Raphie."
Raphael let out a long, dramatic sigh.
"It's ok, I guess. I'll just be blind as a bat for the rest of the day. No big deal."
Donatello thought for a moment and then realized something.
"Hey, Raphael? I have some spare contacts up in my room. Wanna use those?"
Raphael sighed once more and mumbled, "Do I really have a choice?"
Donatello chuckled and swung his arm around his older brother's shoulder as they made their way to Don's room. Raphael smiled at him. But his smile quickly faded when he remembered when he had snapped at Donatello. His brother.
"Hey, Don?"
"Hm?"
"Sorry for snappin atcha bro. I'm just moody today for some reason."
Donatello smiled down at Raphael. "First of all, you're always moody. Second of all, it may be because we ran out of cereal yesterday."
Raphael stopped dead in his tracks. "What?! No wheaties?!"
Donatello laughed and replaced his arm on Raphael's shoulders. "Come on, hot head. Let's go find your contacts."
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Hm, well,I thought I'd write a story about Raphael and Donatello. I should be doing one about Leonardo and Michelangelo soon. I hope you enjoyed it. No flames, please! Flames hurt! And, please review!