Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers….just the weird things that crawl through my head. My Transformers muses have been all like 'show me some loving' and I just checked through the fanfiction net site and it looks like you guys could use some more weird stuff. SO HEAR I COME… With no real story plot in mind. Yeah. That's totally me.

Setting: This story starts pre-first movie, dances maybe into the second movie and into the third….probably between the second and third a little bit though as well….or between the first and second… You know what…it just covers a lot.

Summary: Vivian Summers was just one of those boring average girls. The one commonly classified as a Goth because she was so deep into art and emotions. So what happens when her friend Sam ditches her and Miles for his new car and girlfriend?

Chapter One: What might come

"Sam, that's cheating," I called out in my irritated voice. We were camped out on the top of my roof staring at the stars above us. My black hair was up into twin little pigtail puffs that made no sense when it came to gravity. Oh well. My skin was alabaster pale because I took care to use sun-screen on it to protect it from the damaging UV rays that did nasty things to it. I had on my finger-less black laced gloves as I pointed up at the night sky as a shooting star passed by us. I wore black lipstick, with heavy dark mascara and eyeliner, as well as gray eye shadow. It was the whole smoky effect wear. I had on a lacy black corset top that was lined with purple and a fish-net shirt under it that covered all my arms but draped off my shoulders. I had on a mini skirt with rough lacy under-netting that puffed it out a bit and of course my black and white stripped stockings. My shoes were like steeply heeled and laced up tightly but didn't come above my ankles. They weren't dress heels though; they were dress boots in a weird way. My black finger nail polish was chipping and I could definitely use another repainting of it.

"How would it be cheating if no one knew?" Sam questioned from where he laid on my right side. Miles was laying off to my left and hadn't said much the entire time we'd been here. I sighed, reaching over for the bag of twizzlers we were also sharing only to find it was too far away. Miles sat up to fetch it and tossed it to me. I caught it and fished out a twizzler, nibbling on it.

"Sam, it's cheating if you know about it. You'd know you were doing it and it'd be wrong," I pointed out and Sam sighed. We made such an odd trio of friends. "So…whose ready for this summer to come up, hunh?"

"What are you doing this summer, Vivian?" Sam questioned, rolling onto his side to reach over for the bag of twizzlers. He pulled one out, dangling it from his mouth as he eyed me.

"I'm going to go visit some colleges that promise to help me get an art degree," I replied with little to no enthusiasm. He chuckled, flicking me with the twizzler and initiating a twizzler war. We eventually settled back down again. "So, how's the getting the car scheme working?" I teased, my eyes dancing with hidden light. They were a smoky gray blue color, appearing to be more gray than blue except in a certain light. Sam sighed, not appearing too happy.

"My dad says I have to have enough A's….Last one is for that history project you know, that I'm doing about my grandfather and that thing in the Artic or whatever," Sam said and I rolled my eyes. "What?" He asked, sitting up to look at me again. I shook my head. He sighed. "I'm trying to raise some extra money if you're interested in buying anything."

"Sam…why would I wanna buy your grandfather's stuff?" I asked, giving him a gentle look and reaching over to poke his side. He squirmed slightly and I smirked.

"Well I don't know…you like weird stuff," He said and shrugged. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, I'll take a look at your stuff for sale," I murmured and he cheered up instantly. We settled back into silence as we studied the stars again. "Have you guys thought much on the future?" I questioned quietly and they both glanced over at me. "Like…if you could do anything in the world…what would it be?"

"Well," Sam said, tilting his head slightly to the side," I think I'd want to be rich…with a really big house…and have a beautiful wife to serve me sandwiches." I threw a twizzler at him and he scoffed," Oh come on. You know what I mean!"

"I'd wanna be a doctor," Miles suddenly said and both Sam and I grew quiet, realizing this was one of those odd moments where Miles was extremely serious with us. It was rare if ever.

"A doctor of what?" I asked softly, reaching over to rest my fingers gentle against Miles arm. He gave a light little shrug.

"I suppose I'd wanna be one of those scientific ones…That study things from space…or…I don't know…maybe help find cures to world diseases?" He questioned before growing silent again.

"And what about you, Vivian?" Sam spoke up and Miles turned his head to look at me.

"Well…I'd want to be a professional performer who sang and danced for a living," I said and both looked confused.

"You can sing?" Sam questioned and I giggled as Miles asked at the same time "You like to dance?"

"Not very well," I replied, getting shy about it. Sam and Miles both sat up.

"We didn't even know you liked singing and dancing," They both said at the same time, causing me to bring a hand up to my mouth to stop from giggling again. "Sing something." I shook my head at them slowly.

"Oh come on…you can't tell us that and then NOT do anything about it," Sam said, and pouted slightly. I reached a hand over to ruffle the hair on his head because he looked like a little kid. Miles poked me in the small of my ribcage causing me to squeak. Suddenly both boys were trying to tickle me.

"S-S-STOP!" I shrieked, inbetween peals of giggling as I squirmed and tried to stop them. I could only grab one pair of hands at a time though and was lost.

"Sing us something!" They both exclaimed and it seemed that was the only thing that would stop them.

"F-F-FINE! Just-s-Sstop!" I exclaimed and they did. I took a deep breath, sitting back up and smoothing out my skirt. "man, you two are tough on a lady." Miles chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes. "What would you like to hear?" I asked and they seemed to think about it. I smirked, deciding on a good one.

I took a deep breath and relaxed before opening my mouth to sing, "

Tanto tempo fa

Un Uccello fatale di nome

Chromaggia

Incrocio in volo la freccia di un

Arciere

Lungo le coste di lava

Per anni, pensando di essere

Inseguita,

Scappo dalla freccia

"Wow," Miles said, blinking a little bit as I continued to sing Chromaggia from Repo The Genetic Opera. My voice was no Sarah Brightman but I had some lungs on me and this was a very emotional song to me. Sam had his head tilted to the side, with his eyes slightly closed as he seemed to be trying to feel the song more than understand it. It was Italian after all and I doubted either of them would understand it if they tried to.

Chromaggia, chromaggia

Perche non affronti il pericolo?

La freccia era legata all'ala

E lei volava per liberarsene

Tirando la freccia,

Altri son ferriti per mia colpa,

Mia colpa

Miles had seen Repo the Genetic Opera with me so he at least had an idea about what I was singing. Sam had no clue, and I was tempted not to translate later…but he would probably ask me. I let the last note ring out and knew there was technically an instrumental break here but decided to press on because I didn't have my own little band and who left a song undone like that?

Giu! Verso la bocca del diavolo!

La sua freccia, I miei occhi.

Chromaggia, come take these eyes…!

I would rather be blind!

I trailed off into silence as I realized neither had spoken or moved since I'd started that little song. I couldn't blame them, it was a rather eerie song to begin with. When I said I wanted to be a professorial performer who sang and dance, I didn't care what I really did. Opera was one thing I loved more than anything, but I sang other things for sure. I wasn't a professional that was for sure. I couldn't hit all the same notes she could. My voice tended to stay a lot lower than hers did, but with a little training I was sure I could get there in the future. As for dancing? There was something about just letting music take you over and having no concerns in life.

"So…what language was that?" Sam asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Italian," Miles spoke up, startling me again because one could never tell what that boy was going to do next. "It's a song about this crow named Chromaggia whose fleeing from this arrow that's trapped on her and she ends up like…hurting everyone as she tries to escape from it. And then pretty much I think the bird commits suicide in the end after apologizing for hurting everyone because it was blind to see what was really happening…or something like that." I smiled and reached over to gently squeeze Miles hand. He gave me a crooked goofy smirk before checking his cell phone. "Well, it's been nice…but we do have school tomorrow… See you in school?" He questioned and Sam nodded. Miles grinned before just leaping off the roof and scaring me. Both Sam and I scrambled to the edge to see if he was fine. He was. He dusted his pants off before waving at us and heading off at a weird shuffle run. I sighed, sitting back.

"That boy is going to give me a heartattack," I told Sam who nodded in agreement. He reached over to give me a hug.

"I'll call you and let you know what you missed in class okay?" He questioned and I smirked, before poking him in the rib cage. He squirmed away.

"You better," I told him and chuckled," And tell me all about your talk with your dad about getting a car. Tomorrow is supposed to be the big day right?" He smiled and nodded, looking excited as all get out.

"I can ask my dad if you can come along if you like?" He questioned, getting serious and giving me a concerned look. I shook my head with a sad little smile.

"It's a nice offer, Sam but I think it's for the best if you and your Dad spend some bonding time out getting a vehicle together. You need to cherish moments like this okay," I told him and he nodded, reaching over to move a strand of my hair from my face that had gotten caught in my mouth.

"Alright…you take care okay…and call me if anything changes about your mom okay," Sam said and meant it. My mom had suffered a stroke two days prior and was in a condition where she couldn't leave the bed right now to do anything. We didn't have the money or health services to provide for her but it was okay. I was granted leave from school as long as I did my work and turned it in on time. Not everyone was as heartless as they were made out to be. Sam carefully edged to the side of the roof, using the lattice work that was there to try to get down even more carefully. I chuckled at them, glancing upwards at the sky again. Make a wish on a shooting star…even though it's technically dead already…just like your dreams. Tears prickled in my eyes briefly and I angrily rubbed at them, not caring that I was smearing my make-up around on my face either. So what if I looked like crap? I wasn't trying to impress anybody.

The roof was my escape from the world, where I couldn't see the ground and I was surrounded by the sky and the stars. I reached up a hand, pretending to cup one of the stars in the sky until they all began to shine too brightly and run together. There was no stopping the tears now. I was scared about my mom. The doctor said this had been a close one. Too close really, and apparently my mom wasn't supposed to have even made it. My dad had walked out on us a long time ago…leaving me and her, but we'd made it pretty good in life. I'd gotten a part time job to try to help out because my mom had been working three jobs all together and obviously her health had degraded much too fast. I sniffed softly, trying to stop the on slaughter of tears. It wasn't fair. Life was never fair. Things just didn't magically fall out of the sky into your lap and change your life forever. I was going to be stuck like this…struggling to keep a job, possibly end up taking more jobs and all for what? Some vain attempt to keep my mom alive and well and with me? I was going to wind up just like her in that regards. I sniffled again, this time a little too loudly as I whipped at my eyes again. My cell phone pinged and I pulled it out.

It was black with a red dragon on it and a little red dragon cell charm clip hanging from it. Miles had gotten me that one a while back. A text from Miles: Go2 bed&swt drms. Don't stay up2much lngr. Cu2morrow. I smiled, tucking the cell phone back into the little zipper attachment on my skirt before sliding to the edge of the roof and letting myself drop off of it. Sometimes I wondered if I just leapt off and let the ground catch me instead of being so careful…what would happen? No one was there to catch me anymore. I had to be a grown-up now.

END NOTE: Okay, so these are going to probably be short little chapters that no one's even going to read. If you are reading, drop me a little review. I don't know if this is even going to be a serious attempt at a story-line or just random stupid ideas like I usually come out with. Reviews are welcomed as always, just to let me know someone's interested in this story. I'm open to ideas as always of course. XD. Next chapter is in the makings… But maybe I won't post a chapter until I have two other SOLID ones done? *headtilt* Sounds like a good idea.