Donatello ended up helping you walk, your stomach ache starting to make everything hard to do. Missy was never going to hear the end of it. With an arm wrapped around Donnie, he helped you tread into the lair and set you down on their couch.

"I'll be back with the antacids." He said, patting your shoulder and going to a different room. You heard a squeal and then you were pounced on, knocking the breath out of you. When your breathing came back, you saw that Missy was the one to knock you over and she had a huge grin on her face. You've haven't seen her this happy since the one time you took her to a Tennis match. Something was different about her.

"Hey, Missy," You grimaced, Missy's hand digging itself into your gut. Her excitement died down.

"Are you alright?" She asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just, get your hand off my-" You pointed to your torso, Missy following and eyes widening as she understood.

"Oh, yes! I'm sorry." She pulled her hand away and she got off you, sitting beside you instead. Her excitement returned, her green eyes sparking and wide with happiness.

"Why're you so happy?" You said, adjusting yourself from when you were tackled. Missy nodded.

"I can finally be myself here. I can freely change my form and I can even look like I really should." Her grin widened. You were confused.

"What do you mean look like you really sho-" You were cut off by a wave of pain that crashed through your stomach, making you grunt in discomfort. Missy became concerned again.

"Are you alright?" She asked again.

"The 'Chocolate-Peanut-Marsh' was a bad idea." You grunted. Right on time, Donnie came back into the room, holding the antacids. You held your hand out and Donnie dropped the tablets in it.

"They're chewable." He said, sitting down next to you. You quickly popped the antacids in your mouth, praying that they'd come into effect soon.

"Donatello." You all looked up to see Leonardo, standing outside of a paper screen door. "Sensei would like to talk to all four of us."

Donnie nodded.
"I'll be there in a second."

Leo nodded and opened the screen door and quietly shut it behind himself.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, holler if the pain gets worse." Donnie said, getting up and heading to the paper screen.

"Missy I swear to god that dumb combo thing you made is going to kill me." You said as soon as the paper screen door closed. Missy's eyes widened and she hugged you.

"I'm sorry! On my planet, our food was very, uh, different than what you eat here on Earth. My kind requires more sugars and sodium in our daily consumption than humans." She explained, pulling away.

"Mostly sugars." She added, quietly. You pursed your lips but sighed.

"It's okay. At least that explains the stuff you eat." You muttered. Your friend crossed her legs, and tapped her thighs, both of you sitting in quiet. Your stomach started to be released from its agony, and let out a breath, relaxing more into the couch you were on, looking up at the ceiling. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Missy pucker her lips and the tapping of her fingers stop.

"Hey, I was wondering. . ." Missy broke the silence. You looked to her, giving her your attention away from the ceiling.

"What'd you grab from your Treasure Wall? I saw you grab your Deadpool picture, but you stared at your wall for a bit and grabbed something else when the Kraang were starting to break in." Missy cocked her head, watching you for an answer. You blushed a bit.

"Well, it's kinda a long story. . ." You muttered, sitting up correctly and rubbing your neck. Missy made herself more comfortable, turning her body more towards you.

"I'm listening." She smiled. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You pondered for a bit and shrugged.

"What the hay, sure, I'll tell you my dumb story." You turned your body to face your friend, who was bright with interest and wonder.

"Well, it was Friday night and I was doing my homework." You started off. As you told the story, Missy hung onto every word, she loved it when you told her stories, and now you knew why. Since she was not of this world, hearing the stories about your life sounded like fairytales to her.

"Wait so, you woke up to find a note about how you messed up in your math homework?" Missy inquired after you had finished telling your tale, the aforementioned note in your hand.

"Yeah-"

"So, they had snuck into your room?"

"Well-"

"How else would they have known about the homework?"

"True, but-"

"Don't worry, we'll find your stalker-"

"Missy!" You exclaimed. Missy closed her mouth.

"Thank you," You continued. "Missy, everything is fine. I got the note on Friday. I haven't gotten anymore. And it's totally fine. I don't have a stalker. The note was jammed under my window, it wasn't in my room."

Missy narrowed her green eyes, thinking. She cautiously took the note from your hands.

"Hmm, I still don't trust this situation." She muttered, her eyes narrowed at the note.

"It's okay Miss, everything's fine." You said, taking the note. You observed it in your hands, reading the words you've read at least a hundred times before.

"Is it weird that I kinda wanna meet them?" You muttered, still looking at the note. You could see Missy in your peripheral knit her eyebrows together but then they sprung apart in surprise.

"Wait, you better not be telling me that you have a thing for the person who left you the note." She said. You shrugged and rolled your head simultaneously, looking back at the note.

"III don't know," You responded, holding out the 'I' to where your voice cracked. Missy put her face inches from yours, her eyes narrow, then they got wide with mischief.

"Oh my- you do! You do have a crush on the person who left the note!" Missy exclaimed. You shushed her, reminding her that the four ninja brothers were still speaking with Master Splinter, whoever that is. When Missy was settled she wiggled her eyebrows. You slapped her arm, making her stop and rub her appendage, pouting a bit.

"Look, it's super weird for me to have a crush on the person, but I-" You shrugged, "I don't know. I feel like there's more to it than that they're some math genius who hangs out on roofs and gives people's pencils back."

"Well, I'm not going to judge you for it. Everyone has their own acquired taste." Missy said, making herself sit upside on the couch, her head dangling off the seat.

"My taste is powerful tennis players who're independent and have a career, while your's is roof dwellers who happen to be good at math and like to give people their stuff back." Missy said, pointing a finger in your direction. You lightly punched her stomach, though you were grinning. Missy giggled and slapped your hands away.

To think, with the way you were acting, that you had just narrowly escaped robot aliens that were after your best friend who turns out to be an alien too.

Man you were a weird kid.