you and Donnie were very close, almost attached at the hip. You sometimes snuck out to hang out on a rooftop, laugh, eat pizza and just talk, about everything.

it was 1AM, and you found yourself on the rooftop again, waiting for your friend in a half-shell. He showed up not long later, since he’s almost always punctual.

you guys did your usual stuff—laughing, eating pizza, hanging out, talking about problems…after a while, a comfortable silence filled the air until Donnie spoke up

“I feel like dancing…with you”

he confessed, looking at the stars before his gaze returned to you, a small smile on his face as he stood up and held out his hand for you to take.