Just a little friendship fluff between multiple Autobots interacting with elementary school children, young adults thrown in here and there (for the sake of having teenagers in a story without them falling in love) - because there needs to be more cuteness in the world - Multiple one-shots.

Continuity: AU, G1 Elements.

Warning: One small cuss. ;)

Chapter Summary: The twins are forced to accompany elementary school kids as punishment for a prank pulled on Prowl.

Genres: Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Fluffiness

Enjoy!

Mr.B had told us today two Autobots were coming to accompany us for the whole day - not that I was all that excited. These 'Transformers' as my other classmates so amiably called them, were apparently giant alien robots from a planet called Cybertron. Everyone was very excited for their arrival.

Yes, before you come to any conclusions, I was excited about it, too. I mean, this could be my first chance to make some friends - I tend to be kind of shy, but my mommy says that's natural for a child in elementary school. But, I was in grade 5 already! And with no close friends, it really does hurt. I'm not completely isolated from the class, but being neutral with them isn't much better.

I stared out the window from my seat in the front - purposely put there, because my teacher says I don't talk enough. How did she put it? I need to 'participate' more.

My eyes traced the snow on the ground as tire tread marks were left from two lamborghinis, one yellow, the other red, as deep engine revvs left them.

My eyes widened as I saw them transform. Now that is something interesting, almost foreign in a sense...it was pretty cool, actually. A giggle escaped me as I saw the red robot, er, mech, tackle the yellow one - both rolling in the snow. I almost outright laughed as they started a snowball war - the yellow mech nailing the other right in the faceplates.

A small smile placed itself on my lips before I carefully schooled them back to somewhat neutral - it wouldn't do to be so outright giddy in front of the other students as they had not yet noticed the mechs outside.

"NICOLE!"

A gasp left my lips as the teacher slammed his ruler on my desk. I stammered quietly, "Uh, y-yes?"

"Pay attention to the lesson, alright?"

"R-Right, sorry Mr.B." I ducked my head slightly in embarassment.

With a satisfied nod, the man went back to teaching. I sighed internally - after all, history really wasn't my best subject... none of them were. Then again, I was told I was decent at writing stories and being creative like that-

Sorry, I tend to get distracted a lot.

Mr.H, the principal of the school, came into our room one hour - and two brutal lessons of history and math - later, claiming that it was our turn to spend (around two hours, I'm guessing) with the two Autobots - huh, it was already this late in the day, the other grades must have gone already.

Everyone lined up single-file, with much pestering from Mr.H, and we all headed outside, parkas, mittens, scarves, and all.

Immediately, once their feet hit the cement covered in a soft blanket of snow, they rushed towards the Autobots, who reeled back slightly a them. Obviously, they were not used to this.

I, for one, sat at a bench in a corner of the school as the others clamored over the red and yellow ones - the red brightening considerably, yet the yellow still yelling over the noise of excited squeals about how 'this disgusting dirt' and 'sparkling grime' was getting on his paint job.

My eyes crinkled as I smiled under my scarf - it was amusing, almost. Maybe...just maybe, that yellow one was actually having fun - I mean if the sparkle in his eyes...optics...was something to go by.

It was about half an hour later when I was being shaken by a large hand. I shrieked and crumpled back in shock as I was awaken - wait, since when had I fallen asleep?

Looking up, I saw the yellow mech looking at me with a glower. I felt the urge to cover my face again so that he wouldn't see how scared I was; his glare could probably peel paint off walls, I swear!

"You okay?" He asked, voice rough and uncomfortable.

I blinked slightly, he was asking if I was... okay?

"Uh-Uhm," I couldn't find the right words to fit in my mouth.

"Well?" He demanded, getting impatient.

I squeaked, tears brimming in my eyes as I saw him tense angrily. Damn it, I always get so worked up over the simplest of things!

His expression softened slightly, "Hey, uhm...I'm sorry, hey? Just wanted to know if you're okay."

I nodded slowly, wondering why he was talking to me and not the others - doing a double take I saw the whole class dogpiling the red mech. Well I guess that explains that.

He sat down beside me, not bothering to complain about his already scraped paint job. "So..."

I sniffled and wiped away my tears from my eyes, "Erm..."

A sigh came from him, his engine revving a deep growl in irritation. "Look, I'm not good with all this emotional crap-"

Before I could stop myself, I blurted and pointed at him with a mittened hand, "Ooh! You said a bad word!"

He looked taken aback as I covered my mouth, embarrassed once again. Then, the most weird thing happened.

The yellow mech threw his head back and laughed, hard.

After he had calmed down, we settled into a companionably content silence. Then, he had a neutral look - almost scowl-like, as he started.

"You know, when I was little - my brother and I were on Cybertron as young mechs, we'd always cause havoc to the adult mechs in the Autobot army. And no, before you ask, I don't know why I'm telling you this, but it feels like...you just need it," When he looked at me at that, I could see the good-nature in his optics, "One day, we were making fun of a Praxian mech. He was a really good mech, and we knew this, but Sideswipe hated him because he had a pole up his as-uhm, butt." I giggled slightly, prompting a chuckle from him. "We teased and pranked this guy to infinity and beyond - and he just kept taking it and taking it. Man, this guy was so antisocial. One day, we couldn't take it anymore."

He paused, probably taking the time to bask in what seems to be a fond memory of his.

"We asked him, as curious as we were, why he would not punish us and just get it over with. He answered, 'Because I was a youngling once, too. And I know you.' We were shocked that day. He taught us something that we didn't know, about ourselves." He stayed silent after that, rousing a question from me.

"And...then what?"

He looked at me, expression neutral, yet his optics glinted with amusement, "I'm just saying - you're young, alright? Enjoy while you can," He chuckled, "Loosen up."

My arms lay limp at my sides, scarf falling lower below my neck.

A realization hit me that day, and for the first time in a long time, I smiled at someone.

"Thanks...uh," What was his name?

"Sunstreaker."

I smiled even brighter, "Thank you Sunstreaker," I held my hand out. I could do this, step by step. Taking a deep inhale, than looking him eye-to-optic, "I'm Nicole...do you...want to be friends?"

Sunsteaker looked at me, almost awkwardly. he probably wasn't so familiar with this situation...like me! Maybe we could work together to help each other!

The yellow mech took my hand, and I shook his large finger.

"Alright."

It was the next day of school, and I took a deep breathe before I entered my classroom. I opened the handle and twisted, and it seemed that everyone stopped to look at me right that second.

My face reddened, I could tell, and...damn. I can't do this!

Before I could duck my head and shyly walk away however, a girl with welcoming blue eyes and curly blonde hair bounded up to me.

"Hi! My name's Alex. You're Nicole, right?"

I nodded, "Y-Yes."

She beamed, "Wanna be friends?"

Before I could stop myself, I giggled, "Yeah!"

She took my hand in hers and we scrambled off to another group of students.

At the Autobot base, Sunstreaker opened a small letter, and there, written in pencil, was a small paper.

It read:

Sunstreaker,

If you get this, I just wanted to say...thank you. The story really worked. I hope I can meet you again! We can schedule a playdate! And my new friend, her name was Alex, said she wanted to give you a lesson on how to not say bad words - she's really smart! Anyways, if you ever want to chat again, you know where to find me!

-Your new friend, Nicole

Sunny stared at the letter in disbelief, before smiling and subspacing the letter - after all, he couldn't let Sideswipe get this to add to his blackmail pile.

His first human friend.

Huh, that didn't sound so bad after all.

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