Just a little something I'm doing for my friend, hope you all like it!
I sighed hoping he would notice me soon, just not while I was secretly watching him because boy that would be awkward. Putting my servo over my spark I felt my pulse speed up as he continued his target practice. It was perfect like always, after all, how could it not be. I jumped back to reality as he set one of the targets flying back with a single punch that ripped its head clean off. Turning around he saw another target running towards him, weapons at the ready. Pulling out a gun he fired a shot at the target and used his, as everyone called them, "time stopper" bombs, throwing each one with perfect accuracy at the target he was aiming at. He always said his favorite phrase as well in that sexy french accent of his, it was perfect just like the rest of him. Every time he said his phrase I felt my face heat up and this time was no different. "My weapon will stop the time!" he yelled, his happiness clearly evident in his voice and I didn't need to see him to know that he was having the time of his life right now.
Moving with the grace and speed of a god he threw more time stopper bombs at the rest of the surrounding targets effectively pinning them all in a time trap. Pulling out another gun he sped around each of the time trap bubbles (at least that's what I called them) and blasted the targets into pieces with a single shot for each target, unknowingly making me moan with appreciation at how he moved. That was another thing I admired about him, how he moved. And looked. He moved with the grace of the wind with the speed of a cheetah, a perfect combination in my opinion. He moved with a grace that was to beautiful for me to ignore and there was power in his strides. His movement (like everything else) was nothing other than perfect. He was cute and funny as well, he seemed to always know when I needed to be cheered up or when to put in a good joke at the right time.
Cute, perfect looking, perfect accent, funny, he was my sparkmate. I could feel it in my spark that he and I were meant to be together till the end. I loved him and it killed me to know that he didn't feel the same way towards me. Clenching my hand as sadness and anger overwhelmed me, sadness that we would never be together, anger that he didn't feel the same way, I turned around and made to leave without him knowing, it was better he didn't know. I was nothing but a mere human, a weakling among giants. He would never feel the same way as I felt for him but, even though we were from different species, he was the love of my life and I would protect him as best I could, even if it meant sacrificing my own. I made sure he didn't see me as I left him to train, my feet didn't make a sound against the ground and the wind carried my sigh away from him. I left knowing that we could never be, and I was happy with that, as long as I got to be with him my entire life, I was happy. He was my life, my love, my everything.
His name, was Hot Rod.