A/N: One day I started writing and couldn't stop… so this came out XD. I have no idea where it's going or how it will turn out… shrug… come what may :P

My Little Truck

Chapter 1 – The Beginning

"Me, Grimlock, wants to know who Optimus Prime has a crush on. Tell me!" The little T-rex transformer asked another blue and white bot that can transform into a truck.

"How would I know who Optimus Prime has a crush on! Why don't you just ask him?" The blue white bot tried to walk away, desperately attempted to keep the promise which he now began to doubt his own ability to hold on to.

"Grimlock asked Optimus Prime. Optimus Prime won't say. Ultra Magus is Optimus Prime's brother, so you must know!" The persistent little dinosaur chased after the little truck after it had transformed and drove away in haste. Have you ever heard that a dinosaur could out run a truck? (Well… maybe Godzilla can, but that's a mutant lizard… not a dinosaur...) Nop, and you never will. So poor little Grimlock was left to pout, in the adorable way which only a T-rex transformer in his 6th grade in Cybertron school can do.

Came out of the manufacture line only 12 million years ago, Grimlock was just a little transformer, still enjoying his carefree years of childhood. Grimlock likes petrol-flavoured shaved energons, but dislikes the steel spoons that comes with it, because he often swallow it along with the shaved energon by accident and have a stomach ache all day long; Grimlock likes to play cannon ball, because he has big feet and can kick very hard; Grimlock dislikes record keeping lessons, because during then he actually have to type using an external keyboard due to legal reasons… which means he'll have to transform back into a robot and do so (as it is rather difficult to type with only three fingers on each paw) --- as you can see, Grimlock really prefers his dinosaur form: it really is the most wonderful thing in the world to be able to have a tail that you can thrash around and keep you in balance.

There was one more thing that Grimlock really really dislikes. He dislike it so much that every time it happens, his CPU heats up really fast and all he wants to do was run around and trash his tail into things. He really really REALLY dislike it when there were things he don't know and people won't tell him! GRRR! This is really frustrating! The truck brothers are keeping a secret from him, and Grimlock was not a happy TF.

"Oh no, not again."

"Yeah… remember how long it took them to fix this hallway last time."

"500 years! And it stank of paint for 1000 years afterwards."

"Ew… don't remind me again… I think I'm gonna puke up my circuits again."

"Jazz! Don't be gross. Your circuits really stinks."

"Thanks Prowl, I'm sure yours is worse. Say… shouldn't we be getting one of the teachers here to stop Grimlock?"

"Don't need to… Mr Wheeljack is already here."

"Grimlock! Down boy! Good transformer children shouldn't be wrecking school property." The huge car robot tried to contain the mechanical T-rex that seemed to be in a destructive frenzy. "Did you forget to take your ADD pills again, Grimlock?"

"Grimlock not sick, so Grimlock not taking medicine!" The dinosaur haughtily retorted, waddling away attempting to run away from the teacher with the bottle of hated pills in hand.

"Grimlock! I'll have to give you detention for this." Mr Wheeljack sighed lifted little T-rex by the tail and took the roaring bot to the medics.

"What was that about?"

"Something about Optimus having a crush… I think."

"Pffft. Old news."

"What? You know already? How? When?" Prowl jumped and gave Jazz a startled look.

"It was obvious."

"It was?"

"Don't you take notice of anything?" Jazz gave an exasperated sigh.

Prowl gave him a doubtful gaze.

"Alright, actually I saw something this morning…"

/That morning/

"Hey Optimus! Howz it going?" A cheerful Jazz caught up to the red truck bot on his way to class.

"Hi Jazz, I'm good, thanks." Optimus smiled back, but the sensitive Jazz immediately caught on something.

He peered suspiciously into Optimus' eyes. "Something's going on isn't it? Your optics are a different colour today."

Optimus looked startled. "They are?"

"Yeah, it's about 3 shades off its normal colour." Jazz was so close that his nose was almost touching Optimus' mask.

"Wow, you actually do regular scan analysis of people's optic colours? You are amazing, Jazz!" the red truck transformer exclaimed in awe.

"I know I know, people always say that to me. Like the other day…."

"I didn't hear any hints about a crush from what you just shown me." A befuddled Prowl sighed in defeat after watching Jazz's back play recordings.

"You serious? I thought that was obvious. Watch here." Jazz rewound and played the crucial part of the recording again. "Notice how he changed the topic here? So effectively that I immediately forgot what I was onto the moment before and going off a completely different tangent."

Jazz's promped made Prowl look more closely at the replay.

"See? He must be hiding something."

"I think you are overreacting," concluded Prowl after minutes of fruitless scrutiny.

"No I assure you, I'm on the right track. You see- oh hi, oh mighty Megatron!" Jazz suddenly exclaimed, Prowl turned to see a very angry looking Megatron storming down the hall way. He had always looked menancing and Prowl wished Jazz hadn't been an jackass and shouted at him like that, because now Megatron is turning his angry gaze on them.

"Where is Prime?" He demanded coldly.

"Er… you are looking for Optimus? He should be down in the library." Prowl answered truthfully, nobody in their right mind in Cybertron High would dare to cross Megatron – even when he was not in a foul mood.

"Very well." That was all Megatron said before storming off towards direction of the library.

Letting out a sigh he didn't know he was holding, Prowl turned towards Jazz, "I think we should leave this hallway now, something is definitely wrong with it's succession in attracting oddities today…"

"Wait." Jazz said as he stared at the retreating form of Megatron. "I think I have a small idea of what's going on now…let's go!" So he dragged a shocked and retaliating Prowl with him as he stealthily followed after Megatron towards the library.

tbc…

A/N: So what are they up to? Find out in the next chapter… if there will ever be one OHOHOHOHOHO