Close up, camera one… The hero sings in this scene.
The boy that gets the girl, gets to go home were they get married…
Arcee giggled as she held the delicate earth flower to her chassis. Dealer had picked it out just for her, he had said, because it matched her optics and paintjob. Which indeed, it did. Hot Rod's new friend was… absolutely adorable, to say the least. He wasn't the best soldier - he fumbled around a lot - but he was still pretty cute. And to boot, after nearly a year of practically courting her - she'd caught wind that he was going to propose a bond this very day. The femme could just picture the mumbling mess of a nervous wreck he'd be, dancing around it, and finally blurting it out.
And of course, she was prepared to say yes! All the while she mused on the flower, optics trained on it and unaware of the blue mech calmly walking up to her.But stop the tape…
The sunset still looks fake to me.
The hero looks like he can't breathe.
The damsel just left everything…
Doubledealer stood behind her, arms crossed, and a smirk on his face. Oh, she was waiting. And oh, she was paying. Paying for him, of course. Jhiaxus had hired him just to deliver her to his laboratory.
"Ahem."
Spinning around, Arcee looked up with a wide smile - completely missing the mech let Dealer shine through. "A-Arcee, I was wondering…"
"Yes!" She said enthusiastically, hugging herself in joy. "Of course I will! Oh, Dealer, I'm so happy!"
The grin he wore had a completely different meaning than what the femme interpreted.
And flashback on the girl,
As we montage every memory…
And we bleed out in the bathroom sink,
And we fade out as the soundtrack sings…
She couldn't believe it, where she was right now. Beaten, burned, used, and torn open. And who was to blame? Dealer.
No, wait. Doubledealer.
She cursed shakily as his hand slid up her leg, over her hip and ripped abdomen, and dipped a finger into her open spark casing, earning a startled gasp."I almost told you that I loved you, you know. And I kinda mean it. You're cute, smart, funny…" the blue mech ran his knuckles over her cheek.
"… Except there were credits to be found, not romance. Jhiaxus pays a lot." The black servo patted her forehead, and she gave a strangled cry of fear and rage as he sauntered easily away.
She said get your hands off my star,
It's not your part, but all your fault.
And this jealous actress has a habit
Of making things sound way too tragic…
Jhiaxus, the red mech, took his place, along with quite a few tools, and grabbed her helm.
"Trust me, dear, he really did like you."