Love?
"And those are the words of a gentlemen. From the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realize you are the last man in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry."
- Jane Austen, "Pride and Prejudice"
A long, long time ago, in a TV studio far, far away…
Arcee was mad. No, not just mad.
She was royally pissed.
The success that she was reaping off her latest show, 'Transformers: Prime' had been a hit, besides a few complications (ie, the fanboys and the haters). She could take a little hit from her wench of a director-
"Hey!"
- she could take the low quality coffee from the studio and her co-stars' quirks, yet one little tap of the Google trick on the internet and much to her horror...
"WHAT? ME, WITH KNOCK OUT, WHA-"
The fans have been pairing her up without her knowledge with the Decepticon medic behind her back.
Knock Out.
The 'kawaii' poses of the fan art with her and the felon made her metallic insides churn in discord. The mere idea of them touching each other made her want to puke her oil out. She didn't even want to go further in her search when she saw there was content under the "M rated" section.
She made complaints to her lovely director, but this is what she got in reply.
"It will give us more publicity, Arcee," humbly mused the female director. "Just suck it up, and take it as if it were a piece of fiction out of the celeb magazines. It will be over, trust me...! Cough, minor character revenge, cough."
All was hopeless.
All was lost.
She was doomed to the humiliation that she was with a scum such as Knock Out and the records will forever be sealed on the internet...! Oh, the woe!
Her moods did not improve as she was preparing her lines for the latest episode. She was furious!
She had enough.
Crunching the script in her mighty hand, she flung her arms in midair.
Knock Out.
"That conceited, arrogant, insensitive, rude sonova-!"
Turning around to see who was suddenly behind her, who else would it be than the one who was on her mind.
The Decepticon waved a red hand to the femme.
"Hi... Are you alright?"
The blue Autobot suddenly felt her cheeks flush warmly. How could she... feel this way around him when she loathed him with a grudging passion?
"I'm alright..." she breathed. "Just... a little tense when this episode gets on the air. That's all."
"Don't worry about it," a lazy smile was on the medic's face. "This show wouldn't be as great with the quality of it's cast, so we'll be fine."
There was an awkward moment of silence. She loathed the Decepticon to the point of wanting to strangle him the moment they saw each other. Why couldn't she even move when she was around him?
He finally broke the silence.
"So... would you like to go for coffee sometime after the shoot's done?"
Her sudden answer would shock herself for many years to come.
"S-sure, I'd love to…"
Note*~
… I must go back to English homeworkkkkk XD zzzz