Me: Muahahahaa New story!
BB: B-b-but...wha?!
Wally:*snickers* Your her muse. Get use to it.
Shiro: Yup
Me: Hey! What happen to ya early?
Shiro: Didnt want to show up(me: lazy) and I refuse to be part of your sick story
Me: Shut up it was for halloween!
Wally: Before they kill each other...
BB: Prime own nothing
BB/Wally: Enjoy!
No…
This can't be happening…
Not this…
Not now...
Not to him…
This was horrible. How could he let something like this happen? He was too smart for this. Far too young for this…his life was ruin. He was the spy for Primus' stake! What would they think? What would they say?
A young yellow bot let out a whimper.
Primus! What would he do if they took him off the team? He could already see the disappointment in his commander's optics, his cousin's harsh words and his best friend's disgusted looks. The harsh glare that would be thrown his way. They work so hard to mold him into the best scout that the Autobot's ever had.
He looked down to his servos.
He blew it…
And over one stupid, mess up dare.
The yellow bot looked away in shame. He curled up in terror at what was happening to him. To his own Primus damn body. He pressed his fist up to his faceplate and covered his optics. Wires glitches around his optics and water that he had collected from his time on Earth spilled over. 'Stop that.' He scolds himself as he tried to stop crying. 'Warriors don't cry. Robots don't cry.' Still the tears refuse to stop falling down his cheeks.
This was all Sunstreaker's fault! That no good, stupid, glitching, conceited, mustard color Lamborghini. If he…if he didn't dare him to do this. Teased him until he snapped, he would be in this position. The bigger question was how could he listen to him? How could he even let that gold slagger get to him? He had more control then that.
His right servo tightens.
Apparently not enough that this had happen.
"This can't be happening." He mumbled softly.
He shook his head and let out a small sob.
Damn Sunstreaker!
He pulled his tightly clutch servo away and stared at it.
No…it was his fault too.
He slowly uncurled from his position and got up. No matter how much he wished this didn't happen. That it wasn't true…it did. It did happen and he had to take responsibility for it. No matter how many times he took the test. The answer would always be the same.
The stick was pink…
Not blue.
There was at plus sign at the tip…
Not a minus.
Bumblebee let out a sigh. His little problem won't go away. He would confront this.
He had too…
What would Prowl think?
Shoro: That was short...
Me: Shut up!*turns to BB* Well?
BB: I hate you...
Me:*grins* No you dont!
Wally:*giggles*
BB: I can believe you...Ugh*looks at the readers* Rate and Comment