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Authors Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks for checking it out.R & R
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"Meeting"
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I am not going to give exact dates but it was awhile back when I first met Jazz. It was late at night, past midnight sometime in the summer season.
I found my beloved Jazz lying face down in a deserted movie theatre parking lot, located just east of Seattle, Washington. It was one of the colder nights late in the summer. My friend and I were just trying to find a place to hang out, listen to some music and chat.
My friend's name was Oz. We had been friends for years and after a brief attempt at dating, we found that we were better at being friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. We hung out almost every night trying to find something interesting to do.
On this night we were at a loss for what to do, so instead we just drove around and ultimately ended up in the movie theatre parking lot. We had planned to drive around the back and crank the tunes with the car doors open. I know that sounds boring but at that time it was the most creative thing we could come up with.
Anyway, we had just pulled around the back corner of this particular theatre when we came upon this enormous dark hunk of metal sprawled out near a large garbage can. We decided that getting out of the car might be hazardous to our health till we knew for sure what this thing was, so instead we drove slowly up along side it.
There he was, with glowing blue optics staring straight at me. It was obviously robot in nature, but whether it was government made or just some joke, we didn't know for sure.
Unknown to us at the time, was that he was conscious and purposely lying as still as possible. He said he had done that so he wouldn't bring attention to himself. And he wanted to wait till it was clear to get up and vacate the area. He never did really explain how he ended up in that position in the first place.
When we came along, he was about to get up and transform thinking it was clear to do so but once he saw the headlight from our car coming around the corner he was forced to wait a bit longer.
Slowly we drove along side his form from his toes to his head. He knew when I looked into his face, with a shocked and frightened expression, that he would need to just get up and try to explain him self before we passed out cold or ran to the authorities.
After some quick introductions, and I say quick because he was trying to find a way to explain himself to us while we still remained conscious, he finally stood up to his full height. The moment was surreal. A giant alien robot was here standing before us! Could our night get any more bizarre?
"It'll be importan' for y' two t' keep this secret, "he said, as he kneeled down close to us. "Otherwise, I might have t' get the government involved. And I wouldn't want t' do that t' y' two kids. They can be a ruthless bunch when it comes t' keep'n us secret for the sake of national security."
When he said "us" I thought to myself…There are more of you?
We agreed, reluctantly at first, but at the mention of the government, we gave him our word. We both never really trusted the government and always felt more went on behind the scenes than we were really aware of.
"Can I keep him?" I asked, turning to Oz. "I want to keep him". I would have to say that once he started talking I felt somewhat of an attraction to this Jazz, as he called himself. I wasn't about to admit that to Oz of course. I didn't want him thinking I was weird or anything.
Oz sighed. "Fine," he said. Oz gave Jazz a defeated look before he hopped into his car while I ran around sliding into the drivers' side seat of Jazz. Once inside it felt good. He was warm and safe feeling. How could he feel warm? He must have had heated seats. That's all I kept thinking.
With the heated seats and sound of engine you would think I would have fallen asleep but that was not the case. This big guy was a talker. I mean, he could even out talk me! I enjoyed every bit of it, though.
In the back of my mind I kept thinking how sad it was that I wasn't attracted to Oz, who treated me like a queen, but was all head over heels for a giant alien robot that I had just met and knew nothing about. Well except for his name. I just could not explain what the attraction was.
I later, discovered that this mech had an aurora about him that attracted both female and male alike. He is like James Bond but without being so uptight. He exudes coolness, fun and, oddly, sex appeal.
On our ride to my home, even further East, Jazz spoke up, to not only correct my earlier request to "take him home", but also to say, "I couldn't keep him."
"I'll take y' home but I have t' say I won't be stay'n," he said firmly. My heart sank a bit at the tone and way he said that. I had to think fast.
Lucky for me the drive to my home was a good forty five minutes. That was more then enough time for me to work my charm and convince him to stick around.