[I in no way possible own Transformers…or their ideas…I do own my own characters and my own plots…and my way of morphing the Transformers world to my mindset…I do not own them though…Enjoy? And I do plan on finishing this one. For those of you wondering. Yes, I did re-do my original Stalked piece on here…*coughs into fist* Oddly enough, There is some truth in this story…Just everyday life…merged into an everyday odd muse writing story…Again, enjoy…Plus review. I'll do my best to answer your questions. Try to log in so I can actually respond to you…otherwise I'll try to answer IN the story…Without further ado…The story…]

Chapter One

What if…

The greatest beginning of a question. People are fans of things to such an extent that they become obsessed with that idea. So fixated to the possibility of it becoming a reality. Well, I am a Transformers fan but not one those die hard rabid-Transfans. If you've ever seen the Transformers movies before and aren't a fan, you can still understand this thought process. What if…they were real. What if the movies and cartoons were just cover-ups? Bits of pieces of truth hidden within the fiction?…

What if you found out?

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I hate Monday mornings. Fridays were usually okay, considering they were the last school day of a week. High school sucks. Being a senior is great. It means last year but crap-load of work. Things called 'senior projects' to complete. Sucks~

"Good morning beautiful~" I sing out sarcastically to my reflection as I prepare myself for the day ahead of me. Uniforms. Total wardrobe malfunction there-No, I'm NOT vain or into just appearances-but nobody likes restrictions. Technically we have something called a 'mandatory dress code'…What the fuck does that even mean? That's a fancy way of saying uniforms that the school doesn't pay for. Sucks for parents' budgets.

I clicked on my red blow-dryer and hummed a random tune under my breath. My hair wasn't wet. I'd taken a shower last night. What I was doing was called 'fluffing' which adds body and lift to one's hair. Long blonde hair to my hips. Not dirty-blonde almost brown but not platinum blonde almost white, a nice mix between closer to honey than gold. My eyes were blue-green. One more blue than green with the other being more green than blue.

Tight-fitting navy-blue pants and a red polo. Never forget the sweater-like jacket that was black and gray stripped. (horizontal stripes if anyone's really wondering). My customary look. I didn't particularly admire khaki pants. I was into darker colors. I headed back to my bedroom to gather my things for schools. As I was reaching for my backpack, my Decepticon wrist/armband fell off the bookshelf. I picked it up, running my newly painted chrome-green nails over the purple and black logo. Yes, I liked the Decepticons. I was attached to Starscream also.

Do you ever wonder if life's really planned out for you and things happen for a reason because they were meant to be? Or is it all random coincidence? That day I wore the wrist/armband around my left wrist before leaving school. Backpack, trumpet case and laptop in tow. I'd been forced to ride the bus for the duration of time it would take for the car I would drive to be fixed. Something about a bad starter and trash in the engine. Nothing I understand of course.

~later~

I was eating lunch outside with my friends when I saw it. A silver car. Sorry, I don't do details when just looking so I didn't know its model and make. It had tinted windows making it hard to see who was driving. This normally wouldn't have bothered me but a few months back I'd had some issues of paranoia and a silver car following me places. I believe the cars looked similar but a lot of cars look the same in the dark of night. My case it could've been a different silver car each time so not just one person was 'following' me. Just a mild case of over-active imagination mixed with paranoia.

I took a bite of my pizza, ignoring the parked car. Maybe just a teachers? Good possibility. I had nothing to worry about. It was a nice sunny day with a cool breeze. It was a Friday as well. My friends chattered on about normal stuff. Math test and lesbian teachers. Shaking my chocolate milk, I couldn't dismiss the feeling that I was being watched. Its that strange hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-raising kind of feeling.

"Can't wait for T-Three," someone said and my left arm was hoisted into the air by my friend Mary. I smiled at her and took my arm back.

"I hope the fight scenes are intense," I muttered with a nod. Josh grunted in agreement. Mary rolled her eyes at me. "Maybe Starscream can redeem himself…"

"Eh, sure he ain't a 'femme' in disguise?" John questioned, eyes twinkling mischievously. I laughed and my eyes darted to the silver car again. My heart filled with dread. It was closer, now parked on the side of the road beside us instead of across it. I took a steadying breath to calm my racing heart. I had this thing against silver cars due to past incidents. Maybe I'd mistakenly thought it was parked on the opposite side of the road and it had really always been parked near us. That was believable. I was just over-reacting now.

"Well…when you consider the fact that he whines and complains just as much as the next femme…and that Megatron keeps him around…You can never be too sure," I replied, re-engaging the conversation. We all laughed a bit, before lurching into a conversation about slash pairings between the Autobots and Decepticons.

~later~

Bus ride home. Long and boring. I had my mp3player out and on shuffle al, turned up to tune the others out. My surroundings slid past me. So familiar by now that I never really paid them much attention. So I didn't notice the silver car behind us following. My earbud was jerked out as my neighbor and best friend, Kara, pointed at the car.

"What kind of beauty is that?" She asked me. I noted several guys on the bus where examining it as well. I glanced out at it and was startled to see the same silver car from school. My heartbeat sped up accordingly.

"No clue," I mumbled, promptly turning back around in my seat. Time for some background history. I dabble with fan fictions. I read a lot of them. So a couple months back I attempted a few Trans-fics that failed. Amazingly enough, I put up a true 'one-shot' giving a detailed account on my 'silver stalker adventures'. Me being followed at night a few times by this car.) I hypothesized that Transformers being a reality and things being cover-ups…etc etc…Shortly after posting and trying to make it into a fiction…My computer got some virus. Ironically it only deleted my files for my Trans-fics and my fanart attempts at Transformers. Every time I'd try to finish typing a chapter for any one of my fan fictions, my computer would crash and erase them. So I gave up on it. Told everyone my muse had died for them. Well, kind of sort of did…after like a million attempts for chapters…I gave up, took the hint life was giving me…and oddly enough, the silver car stopped following me. Hmm? Now I'm paranoid. I'd even told a few friends about these events, they joked with me-said it was creepy and that I was paranoid. Anyways~. This wasn't happening again. I sank further down in my seat, hands going cold. Why was I 'that girl'? I shook my head, refocusing on the songs playing.

I got home, the silver car having left before I got there and went on inside. My parents weren't home but my brother scrambled inside before I could, slamming the door shut in my face. I angrily swung it open and stalked on to my room, throwing my crap down in a corner and flipping open my laptop. One new Message. It was my main email address. Comcast. I clicked on it. A 'congratulations-you've won' email. I paused, hesitating over the delete option. Wouldn't things like this normal go to my Spam folder? Maybe my spam filters weren't working anymore. I double-clicked to open it anyway. Not that I'd claim my prize. I hadn't entered any contest lately. It was a Transformers one. My head started to spin as the panic feeling sank in. Not happening. Not happening. I read through it quickly. Apparently I'd been chosen from some Sweepstakes for a chance to go onset for the third Transformers movie. Holy…My mouth feel open. It had my name on it, so I knew it was me. They wanted me to call and confirm that I'd gotten the email. I tapped my finger lightly on the keyboard, not hard enough to press a key though. I hadn't entered any sweepstakes lately. Especially not any for Transformers stuff.

"This is…weird," I muttered aloud, carefully scanning the letter again. It was kind of like the one for the Seventeen Sweepstakes for a pair of shoes. Which I never got because Seventeen was a-word I won't say-and didn't want to reply to my emails to them about it. Sigh. Life sucks…and now I'm apparently a winner for a Transformers sweepstakes that I didn't enter and didn't know even existed. I opened up another window. This time for my other email account on gmail. No email like that. Which is good, because gmail isn't registered in my real name. I quickly opened a chat box for a real Transformers nerd friend of mine.

Me: Did you know about a Transformers sweepstakes to go on-set for the third installment?

Autobotgirl4ever: NO! OMG! WHERE?

Me: Apparently already over…and I'm the winner

Autobotgirl4ever: ….HOLY COW! Lucky~…Do you get to bring someone?

Me: Idk…I didn't enter it!

Autobotgirl4ever: Wow…

Me: And…that silver cars back

Autobotgirl4ever: Take a picture?

Me: No…I was on the bus…It was at my school today as well

Autobotgirl4ever: Jeez…Wish I was you

Me: Y?

Autobotgirl4ever: Because you are the luckiest 'not-die-hard' fan out there…How did you do it? Are you going to do it? PLEASE TAKE PICTURES!

Me: You aren't helping my predicament…Creepy sweepstakes that I DID NOT enter…What should I do?

Autobotgirl4ever: Get your parents to check it out…But good luck~

Autobotgirl4ever has signed off. Any message sent will be received in their inbox for later.

Well, that didn't help much. I exited out of it and another chat-box popped up. This with the name 'DynamicDuo'. I blinked confused.

'DynamicDuo': Did you get the email?

I stared at the screen a little scared. The box flashing orange to get my attention.

DynamicDuo: Did you get the email?

I swallowed nervously, fingers hesitating over the keyboard.

DynamicDuo: Frag it. Call the number. Claim that prize. Or else.

DynamicDuo has signed out. Any response will be sent to their inbox to be read later.

I exited out of everything quickly and shut the computer down asap. The phone rang, scaring me. I dashed out of my room to where my brother was staring at the I.D. Caller. Unknown.

"eh…not worth it," he replied with a shrug and went to his room. I knew better than to answer that. I went back to my room, rebooting the computer. My parents were back now and I showed them the email, explaining that I hadn't entered the sweepstakes. My dad called the number and it was a very long conversation. Then he hung up, turning to me. We had a long talk about this 'sweepstakes'. I finally agreed to go. It'd be an okay trip right? Just going on-set for the new Transformers movie. No reason to get overly paranoid. My dad wouldn't be coming with me though. My siblings both threw fits about who I was taking. Who? Autobotgirl4ever of course. It'd be our first time meeting in real life, but I knew she'd like this as a present. It was some kind of week-long thing, all paid for and we'd get to meet the actors, voice people and just do stuff. I had nothing to worry about…..except that silver car followed me to the airport. Private jet was worth it. I was sitting in my seat when another much younger girl practically tackled me. She looked country, vibrant red hair in twin pigtails, cowboy hat, button up blue shirt over a white blouse and jeans.

"Autobotgirl4ever?" I asked and she laughed, nodding.

"My real name's Emma," She replied shaking my hand excitedly. "You must be Thatgirlbehindyou?" She laughed as I nodded.

"Real name's Selena," I replied, shaking my head with a light laugh. She plopped down in the seat beside me.

"Oh my gosh…Private jet…I'm so so so EXCITED!" she squealed loudly. She started talking about 90 to nothing about anything. This was going to be a long trip. I could tell this was going to be a long trip…and I had the beginnings of a headache going on. I sighed, sinking down in my seat, wondering if it would be rude to put in my mp3player with her still talking. I did anyways. She didn't seem to notice. My eyes drifted shut and I was asleep. Ironically, they put a movie on for us…Transformers. Seriously? I mean, yeah…I'd won some freaky contest…and the airplane movie they wanted to play for us was Transformers? I tried to stay awake so I could look at Jazz's alt-form. Wasn't the right silver car. The movie I needed to be watching was the second one. My head lulled to the side, tapping the window lightly. Long-boring…flight.

[Bottom note. Yes, this is a short-chapter…Barely tells you anything but an idea…Hope you actually made it through it alive and sane. Review please…]