Jessica Blythe is your average girl living an average life. When suddenly she is forced to move from her home country, Australia, to America with her family. She never expected to like living there, until her neighbour Sam Witwicky buy's a yellow and black Camaro and thrusts her into a world of Aliens, adventure and… romance? What? OC X ?- pairing unknown. Rated M for safety as there will be swearing.

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Hey Guys! This is the first story that I have written in a very long time. So I would love to know what you think of it, and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own transformers or any of its characters. I only own my OC's.

(Jess' POV)

I looked out of the small aeroplane window. The clouds floated idly by, as if they had not a care in the world. Meanwhile I was sitting there becoming increasingly agitated. I have been sitting on this plane for 15 hours, and I was more than ready to be done with this flight from hell. From the screeching child 3 rows in front of me, to the selfish woman behind me who keeps digging her knees into my seat, I just wanted OFF this hellish flight. I honestly didn't know how I was going to last for one more hour. And to think that this could have all been avoided if we had just stayed in my home country.

"Trust us, you're going to love it here," my mum had said. Yeah, I just love moving across the country away from all my friends, moving schools, oh yeah, and moving ACROSS the COUNTRY just 'cause you got offered a new job in America. So not fair. Unless you couldn't already tell, I don't like this new arrangement. Neither do my brother and sister. The only ones excited about this new move are my parents.

"Sure," I had replied noncommittedly. After another gruelling hour, the piolet finally announced that we were landing. I put my seatbelt on when the sign turned on and anxiously awaited to land just to be off this plane.

The landing went fine with only a little turbulence on the way down. We collected our bags and left the airport waiting for my dad who had flown over a week before to start moving into our new house. On the drive there my brother and I watched Captain America: Civil War on our portable DVD player. We both shared a love of marvel movies.

We finally arrived at the new house in a nice looking neighbourhood and pulled into the driveway. The house was two stories painted white and green. Walking through the front door we walked through a long hallway leading to the kitchen. The first room to the right in the hallway was the lounge room that connected to the dining room and the kitchen. To the left was a study, a bathroom and a bedroom which was quickly claimed by my brother. Typical, he just wants to be closer to the fridge. Also in the hallway was a set of stairs that led up to the master bedroom. Obviously this was my parent's room. Heading to the left was the second biggest room after the master, which I was quick to claim. That left my sister with the third room right next to the bathroom.

I entered my new room and saw that dad had already assembled my bed and a set of draws. To the right was a built in wardrobe with a mirror door. I guess that could come in handy. I decided then that I should start unpacking cause no matter how much I sulked, we were not going to be moving back home.

About 2 hours later and I was ready to crash. I had only unpacked about half of what I own, but on top of a 16 hour flight I was more than ready for sleep. Jet lag's a bitch. I had just laid down on my bed to have a bit of a nap when I heard the doorbell ring. Curiously, I stood at the top of the stair case to see who it was. Dad had already opened the door and invited them in.

At the door was a short, middle aged looking woman with brown/red hair and beside her, a middle aged looking man with receding dark hair. Behind them was a tall boy about my age with curly, brown hair.

"Come on in. My name's Mike Blythe. Pleasure to meet you." My dad said whilst shaking hands with the older man. Ah, I thought, Must be the neighbours.

"Pleasure to meet you to mike, I'm Ron, this is my wife Judy and our son Sam. We're the Witwicky's. We live just next door to you."

"Nice to meet you. Ah, this is my wife, Sophie Blythe." Dad said when mum walked around the corner.

"Hi! Nice to meet you. Thanks for coming over. Here, come into the kitchen and take a seat. Sorry the place is such a mess." My mum said laughing.

"Oh don't apologize. You have a lovely home. And it's nice to meet you too."

"Hey kids! Come on down to meet the neighbours."

I sighed and began to walk down the stairs. Behind me my sister followed and me brother emerged from his room downstairs.

"This is our eldest one, Zoe. She'll be turning 18 soon and will be in her final year of school. This is our second eldest Jess, she will be turning 17 in July and she is in her second last year of school. And this is our youngest, Tom who is 14 in September with 4 more years till he graduates. Kids, this is Ron, Judy and Sam Witwicky. They live just next door." Dad introduced. Wow, I thought, Way to tell them our life story.

"Oh my goodness look at all of you! And Jess and Sammy are the same age. Maybe you two could be friends!" She squealed. Literally squealed.

I laughed. "Yeah. Hopefully." I said. Better pretend I actually like it here or else it's another long and boring lecture from the parentals.

Sam looked uncomfortable as he replied, "Yeah, sure." He smiled at my direction.

"Anyway, now that introductions are done would you like anything to drink?" My mother said with a smile, gesturing towards the kitchen.

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The Witwicky's left after a couple of hours getting to know each other. After getting over our initial awkwardness, Sam and I began talking and soon realised that we have quite a lot in common. He told me about how embarrassing his parents can be sometimes and I told him all about my home country and how I really didn't want to leave. He left with the exception that we would hang out in a couple of days so he can show me around. At least school hasn't started yet and it wouldn't for a couple of weeks. I don't think I could really handle moving to a foreign country and starting at a whole new school all in the same week.

I laid on my bed staring up at the ceiling and thinking about the day's events. It had been a very long and emotional day. I turned over to look at the alarm clock that read 9:30 pm and thought, It's really early for me to go to sleep, but I'm just so tired. And with that though I got up and began getting ready for bed. Soon enough I was tucked into my bed thinking about all the things that I already missed from back home.

This sucks, I thought before I drifted off into sleep.