Well hello my readers, glad to see that you're alright :D
Anyways here's my second chapter.
Now I forgot to add this (even though I revised it lol)
This Is A Long Chapter! Get ready to stretch your eyes muscles!
(MLP Reference lol)
Here's some extra info for you guys so you don't get confused:
*These are for thoughts*
:::..This is com links..:::
"Yelling, or when two people are talking at the same time"
'This is over the phone'
Alright with that handled…
ALSO, I HAVE A NOTE ON THE BOTTOM YOU GUYS MUST READ IT! IT IS IMPORTANT!
Now onto the chapter :D
Enjoy:
Chapter 2: New House, Car, and Neighbors
(Jay's P.O.V)
I felt something shaking my shoulder softly. This caused me to opened my dark amber eyes. It was slightly blurry, causing me to shut them again.
"Mmm… Five more minutes."
The shaking became faster and slightly harder.
"Cupcake. Wake up."
That did it.
My eyes opened slightly.
"Don't call me cupcake." I said, peeling myself from the rather comfortable seat. My eyesight became relatively clearer. Allowing me to see my Dad for the first time since the airport.
"Jay we're here." He said softly.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, allowing me to see the place better. The sun was still in the sky, but it was starting to show signs of taking it's break and letting the moon take it's shift.
I spun 360 degrees, allowing me to see our new home much better. Tranquility looked alright, calm and absolutely no a car driving and honking in sight.
That was good. I hated how people would abuse the car horns, over and over. It always gave my dad road rage. (And was the cause of it)
There was no traffic, fancy restaurants, over packed crowds, expensive stores, or apartments, only houses.
I let the smile appear on my face. Finally, there is going to be quite. Now I'll be able to read in peace.
If there is one good thing that came out of this is that my dad got the house I asked him for. A normal house. Not near the city, not near a construction sight, school and a mall.
Best part, it's not a mansion. If anything, I think a smaller house is a lot more cozier than a large mansion.
I drank the light tan brown house's appearance. I knew the building was still quite expensive but at least it's not exploding in a large size.
By the time I was done taking in the new environment, Dad and the moving company men were already taking in our possessions to the front of the house. I spun around to get my gear and get moving. My suitcases weren't that heavy, well most of them at least. I carried two at a time bringing them the front door.
Just as my foot hit the door step, the door opened automatically and a balding man stood right in front of me. His appearance practically screamed he was in his late forties. With his balding head, skinny figure, bony neck, and a neatly combed mustache, along wearing a black tux. He looked a lot like Alfred Pennyworth from the animated series, "The Batman."
I tilted my head a bit to see a group of people.
My suitcases dropped to the floor.
I turned around, and before I could contained it.
"DAD!"
He turned around, his expression changed upon looking at mine.
"Cupcake-"
"Don't call me that." I snapped.
His hands grabbed my shoulders.
"Jay, look."
"Already did." I said a slight growl came to my voice.
*I should've known he was going to hire someone, no scratch that someone's.* I thought, looking away from my Dad's green eyes.
"Fine don't look at me, but at least listen."
I gave him no response.
There was a low sigh.
He also must have gave the butler a facial command as I felt the suitcases lightly brush upwards against my pant leg.
"Look, honey. I know you didn't want to have this, but buying this house was cheaper than I thought, and we can't have extra money laying around, so I had to hire some people." He swallowed.
By result I turned around to see two maids, chief, and a gardener now come out of the house. The butler was already inside the house, putting away our stuff.
I faced him, knowing that he now held my attention, he continued. "I know, you may not like it, but think of this, if we didn't hire them, they probably wouldn't have a job; we and the house would be in a complete mess."
He did had a point, Dad and I would have extra money…
"But what about a bank?" I asked.
Instantly I wish I didn't asked that.
My dad shut his eyes briefly, eyebrows narrowed against mine.
Okay... He's Pissed.
"Honey..." He said warningly.
"You know I don't want to do that." He whispered harshly.
I bit the inside of my lip. Knowing ever since that accident with that lady, he was never going back to regular banks ever again. And the bank that he did trust already couldn't continue holding anymore stocks.
It's something he didn't want to talk or remember.
I took a quick look behind me.
So that answers the house keepers. But, I knew how to cook, so why did we need a chief?
I bit back the question, knowing all to well the plump chief was behind us.
"Do you understand Cupcake?" He asked.
Again with the name. But rather than to argue I just nodded.
A weaken smile appeared onto dad's face.
"Good… Now how about you help with unpacking. Ask the maids to help you." He suggested, he spun around and worked back with whatever he had been doing in the first place.
I used that opportunity to see the rest of the workers.
The maids looked the same, twins probably, looking around their late twenties. If it had not been their height differences they would look like clones.
The taller one stepped up.
"Would you like some help." She asked her milky voice rather soothing.
I shook my head. "I got it, although would you help putting away the living room items." I said. Both nodded and done what they were asked.
They passed me now heading to grab the living room furniture.
I grabbed my backpack and the largest suitcase but as I did, a rough hand also grabbed it. I pulled out of my view to see the gardener helping me.
"Here let me." I didn't say anything the moment I caught sight of his blue eyes.
I only stood their for a moment before the flash of the blue eyes remained in my head.
Blue eyes... I thought for a moment. For some reason. Something about blue eyes gave me a warm feeling inside my gutt.
"Uh miss?" I heard someone call me.
That broke my train of thought as I flipped to see 'Alfred' right behind me.
"Are you alright miss-"
"Jay, just call me Jay. I hate formalities." I responded bluntly.
"My apologies." For the first time I heard his voice. It was British.
Really British. I mean Strong! Goodness, I pretty sure he would be able to lift heavy weights with just that voice. That's just how strong it is.
"Nothing to apologize for... uh..."
"Alfred."
Now I really remained silent. Oh geeze. He looks like him and his name is Alfred. Might as well be the butler to the multi-millionaire...
Never mind just forget that.
"Thank you Alfred." I said, turning around and finally gather myself.
I walked inside the house. Taking my closest possessions and starting to walk up the stairs to my room.
Millions of thoughts coursed inside my head. To think we had already moved here. All that was left was to meet the new people and the new school.
A long needed sigh came out.
Realizing I haven't even opened the door, I carefully dropped my suitcases along with the rest that Alfred left here, I finally opened the door.
The brightness of the room came to my eyes and before I even knew it, I found myself grinning. My room was a light beige, with a pure white rug, so soft and white that it looked like a melted marshmallow. Partly away from the door was a queen size bed already made, the cushion and the gold covers neatly made.
*No wonder dad decided to throw my old bed.* I thought.
Besides the bed the room only had closet a bathroom and two patios.
My eyes and grin grew wide. I dropped the stuff in my hands and I literally ran to the patio. Just getting out, I saw the entire back yard, there was an askew oval shaped pool with a hot tub next to it.
Behind the pool where palm trees, on the sides were what looked like Hawaiian flowers, before the pool was pure concrete, with two tables, sunbathing chairs and an umbrella at the sides. Next to brown fence was the pine green grass and even more flowers. I looked around, it looked and maybe even feel like I was at Hawaii.
But that's where my smile only remained big. It grew larger when I saw what was behind our house.
It looked like a miniature forest. Which honestly, that is really cool. Finally I will be able to hide from my dad and people when I wanted to. Sweet!
But rather than think of the possibilities, I returned back under the roof and made it to see the other patio.
My grin shrunk a bit when I saw it was much smaller than the one I previously came out of. With this one I had the side view of the house, it had a tiny passage way that allowed me to walk a bit towards the front. But not all the way. This way I would be able to see all my neighbors.
*Hey I can climb onto the roof.* I thought, placing my leg over the patio fence and placed it onto the actual plating of the roof.
Okay maybe this house isn't all what it seems. It's much better in my preface.
I got back down from my tiny exploring to see all of my neighbor's houses. They all seemed kinda expensive and similar looking like mine. But one caught my attention in particular. Well more like the car actually. Right there in parking lot of the house was a brand new yellow 2009 Chevy Camero.
I examined it. I felt a warm sensation hit around my stomach. My hand and eyes traced down to my abdominal area.
*That's weird…*
My brown eyes forced themselves from my stomach and back to the car. Something told me that there was more to that car, something I can't really decipher. I tore my gaze from it, but as I did I felt another warm sensation hit my stomach again. I snuck another glance, but as I did, the car suddenly was smoking…?
I rubbed my eyes, but even so the car was still smoking. But that's not what bothered me. What did is the color. It was pale green.
"Okay since when is there green smoke…?" I asked. Actually, I'm afraid to even know the answer.
I forced a tight blink and shaking my head, trying to see if this was real. Finally I opened my eyes. And saw the smoke was no longer there.
A hand went to my temple and forehead.
"Am I seeing things?" I asked myself.
Shaking the feeling I walked back inside. I really need some water.
I didn't bother with the time when I descended down to the living room. Moving to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Not even bothering to realize that there was food ready inside the refrigerator. I noticed my dad signing a paper to the slightly buff man.
*Already done?* I wondered.
The buff man looked at the clipboard before nodded and walking outside the room.
"That was quick." I stated.
"Yup, reliable if you ask me." Dad stated.
There was a stale silence but as I moved up to leave, the door bell rung. I found myself running to the door, shooing the workers out and telling them to hide, they looked at me confused before complying. Fixing my posture and my hair, I calmly opened the door, behind it a woman, a man and teen were standing there.
The woman seemed to be around her mid 40's, her reddish orange hair lied flat against her back, she wore a light green shirt with flower designs on at the helm, with a white skirt and white flats. She had a skinny slightly bony figure.
The man next to her was chubby, not as chubby as the chief but was. Seemed to be in his late 40's, he wore a black shirt with lose blue genes, with a gray sweater. Like the butler he was going bald, only he had black hair.
Lastly the teen looked around to be my age closely to 17. His hair was light brown, a little messy though. He just wore a green shirt with lose black jeans. With black and white converse. He was skinny, looks like he runs. With some slight muscles on his arms, hardly noticeable but there. He did look cute, I'll give you that.
Out of my thoughts the woman stepped forward and offered her hand, as I took it.
"Hello. My name is Judy Witwicky, this is my husband Ron, and my son Sam Witwicky." She explained as I shook hands with the other males. My Dad did the same.
"Hello, there." He smiled.
The red haired woman stood strait. "We decided to personally welcome you to Tranquility." Mrs. Witwicky kindly said, my Dad and I smiled.
"Well thank you." Came his response.
"We were wondering if you wanted to join us for a welcome dinner this evening." She asked.
"We'd be delighted." My Dad said once again. "Well then it was nice meeting you. Does 6 'o clock seem alright for you?"
"Yes." Dad answered.
"Splendid. See you then."She said as she walked back to her house with both males following her trail.
I secretly smiled. Maybe living here would be a good thing for once. As I knew it my Dad grabbed his coat. I tilted my head, where was he going.
"Honey lets go." My eyes widen. Now? But it wasn't even six!
"But dad it not ev-"
"Where not going to have dinner with them yet. We're going to get you a new car." I widen in shock, then grinned as big as I could.
"I'm Getting A Car!? You Serious!?" I exclaimed. Dad always did say I would get a car the moment I got my Driver's License. But I didn't expect it to be soon.
My Dad nodded.
I squealed, before attacking him in a bear hug. "OH MY GOODNESS! I LOVE YOU!" He smiled before setting himself free, and walked out, but I had already beaten him to it.
"You coming?"
0o0
Before I even knew it we were already at there. I smiled getting out of the car.
Dad placed a hand on my shoulder. "Now go find what you like, I'm going to talk to the manager." There was a long pause.
"Make sure to find one that's safe to drive." He said.
"I recommend checking those over there." He pointed to a direction.
"Kay."
I walked around to see if anything appealed me. I glanced at the Lamborghini's and other cars.
*No. To expensive, it'll be obvious. As much as I would love to get those nice looking cars. I would rather drive a neon pink beetle then allow students know I was rich. I cringed.
Gosh I really hate Pink...
I walked over to where Dad suggested. Most of them were really nice looking. I especially liked the silver Chevrolet Corvette Stingray and the blue Chevy Volt. But unfortunately that was rather expensive.
There were three motorcycles particularly hunched together, each which looked really nice, especially the blue one, but during raining season, wouldn't really be a great idea. There are so many that I did like, you wouldn't believe, but really, I shouldn't get.
I sighed, all the cars where major expensive. It'll be obvious I have loads of cash lying around.
*Maybe I should just take the bus…*
I was going to call it quite and just leave until something caught my eye, right there I saw it.
A black truck.
My feet suddenly got minds of their own as I approached the large automobile.
"A GMC Topkick Pickup Truck?" I turned around to see behind her.
There was no car or truck as big as this one. He stood out there like a black sheep.
How I never noticed it was beyond me.
My eyes stayed glued to the enlarge truck. Goodness sake was it a large truck. But funny thing, the size of the truck wasn't the only thing that really got to me. But how it looked.
It was a 4X4 easy to control especially in the mountains.
*Dad and I would be able to go Camping then* She chuckled to herself.
My eyes casted to the tuck's smoke pipes on the back.
*Definitely one strong engine then.*
Without even thinking I opened the hood. Allowing myself to get a good look inside.
Without any control a long whistle escaped my lips.
"Mighty fine engine you got here Buddy." I complimented. Touching it.
"Solid Iron. Nice" I said. It's rather hard to find real iron engines. (NOTE 1)
I closed the hood, before giving the truck a full blown examination.
Upon the circulation it was right there I felt that I wanted, no more like I needed it.
I walked closer, before touching the hood. "For some reason it feels... Like you're alive…" I said not thinking what I am saying.
I finally opened the door. Inside was pure beige leather. I hoped in. Grabbing a hold of the wheel, steering it.
I lean against drivers seat. Perfect height. "It feels good."
I looked out the windows, it was rather high, but it didn't matter.
A smile appeared on my face.
*This is the one for me alright.* I thought, I was about to get out of the truck. Until I saw the bluish symbol of some kind of metallic face in the very center of the wheel. My thumb slid across it. That's weird...
"I've never seen a symbol like this before...?" I said to myself.
*Wait...*
I jumped out, running towards the tail of the truck. And right there was the same symbol. Except without the blue color the steering wheel had. My hand reached for it. But before I could even touch it, my hand retracted back.
"Ive seen this symbol before..." I whispered to myself.
Actually now that I think about it.
My head twisted to my left. Seeing the Stingray, Chevy Volt and the three motorcycles. They also had those symbols.
*Metallic faces... I know I've seen it somewhere, but where...?* I thought to myself.
I faced the black truck once more. *I know something is odd about you and those other cars.* As if my words really affected the truck it seem to have shuttered slightly.
I rose a brow. But that didn't bother me the least. So far the other cars all seem just way to major expensive. The only ones that really would be good would be this truck or one of the motorcycles hunched up together.
And weather is also a in issue or plus.
Regardless of weird/strange symbols what-so-ever. Besides those symbols do look kind of cool.
My smile returned back to my face. And at that, I raced to the building, catching sight of my Dad talking to a man and my uncle. I stood frozen wait my uncle?
*Oh wait, that's right, Uncle Lennox works here, he told me like 2 years ago how could I forget.* I laughed a bit to myself.
"Alright no more waiting." I ran over.
"Dad! I Know What car I want!"
After paying and signing the papers, everything was ready to go.
My dad gave me an eye the moment we reached my new truck.
"Are you sure you want this truck. I mean it's huge, are you sure you don't want something smaller to drive?"
I shook my head. I knew for a fact my Dad had a small fear over big cars, or trucks in this case. He was more of a small car driver. Although I actually like cars, trucks were good too. Not to mention it was much more safer to drive a large truck than a puny car.
"Yes Dad, I want this one, and trying to convince me otherwise isn't going to happen." He nodded.
"Alright. think you can drive the monster?" I glared at him. "Just because it's a large truck doesn't mean you can call it a monster." My Dad's eyes widen. Before taking a step back.
"Alright. Alright." His hands up to the air as his surrender.
I couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Sorry dad, It's just, the other cars are too expensive. And I need a car, or truck, that's not too noticeable- don't even start that 'Oh and a big truck driven to school isn't noticeable."I interrupted before he could even say anything.
"Alright, drive safely, I'll be waiting. The dinner will be cold if you don't show up."
My eyes stared at him for a moment.
"Oh yeah, the Witwicky invited us over for dinner huh?" I reminded.
He nodded. "Don't take too long Cupcake." He said already making his way to the car.
My arms crossed.
"I'm not a cupcake." I muttered to myself, before facing my truck.
A smile came to my face as I caressed the hood, which was a teensy bit hard considering how high the hood really was. "I like you, I hope you and I can be good friends." The truck seemed to have rumbled.
Another smile came to my face. "You know if you behave I might even give you a good ole clean up." The lights flickered multiple times.
I retracted my hand. "Woah…" I whispered, but for some reason I wasn't afraid…
*Either I'm really stupid or I'm brave…?* Like I can trust this automobile.
"Well, seems your alive... would you trust me?" I mentally slapped myself. Just what am I saying…?
*What kind of stupid question am I asking right Now!* My brows crossed together.
*I'm talking to a ca-er truck*
The Topkick's light's flickered. I looked around to see if anyone was around. No one was around to even breath.
"Well… if you stop scaring the heck out of me, I'll name you, deal?" I asked, a slight whimper in my voice. The light's flickered twice.
"Alright. you seem to have a tough attitude for some reason, and you are a big truck, and according to what I've seen your engine is made of iron. How about I name you after that?"
*What the heck am I doing…?*
"Am I right?" The engine rumbled, honestly I have no idea what I'm getting myself into. However despite that, I continued.
"How about Ironheave?" The truck rumbled rather loudly.
*Nope.*
"Ironsheild?" The truck was silent for a while before flickering it's lights rapidly.
*He doesn't like that one bit.* My hands went to my hips. Maybe naming wasn't a good idea… But I didn't want to stop there.
*Come on think Jay…*
Before I even realized it I felt something pulse inside me.
My hand went strait to my stomach. Feeling the sensation in my stomach pit. Except it was even warmer. Almost hot.
I looked up, and to my shock the truck was now emitting red smoke?
But before I could even give it a moment's thought, bile built up in my mouth. No later my head began to spin.
I closed my eyes, trying to shake the feeling off.
My hand reached out to hold onto something. But when it did the sensation got stronger.
The urge to throw up was strong.
I began to cough now.
I vaguely felt the truck rumble. As if asking what was wrong.
But the feeling wouldn't go away.
"Hey Kid! What's wrong?" I heard someone ask. I recognize it as a male voice but I couldn't bring myself to even look up.
I clenched my head. Both hands reaching up.
"Kid!" Another voice called out. But I didn't even bother to know who it was. But for some reason it cooled down my headache.
I felt my back press against the truck. As if it was curing whatever was wrong with me. I pressed against the truck harder. Hoping the pain would go away.
And it did seemed to work. As the headache turned into a small migraine.
"Ironhide…" I whispered.
I shook away the feeling, the migraine lessen even more, but it was still there.
"I could really use an Advil…" I muttered.
I felt something touch my thigh. I turned around to see my new truck, his engine rumbling. There was no red smoke.
*Am I seeing things?* I asked myself.
A smile appeared on my lips. "Only a few moments and you already are worried about me. Huh Ironhide." I laughed rubbing the hood.
The lights flickered. Honestly how was I not worried one bit…?
Then it hit me.
"Ironhide… hmmm." The name has a good ring to it.
"Alright Ironhide." I climbed inside the truck.
"Let's get going before Dad has a panic attack." I giggled, turning on the engine and making my way home.
Betcha no one saw that coming huh. The headache.
That will be explained in the later chapters.
Well anyways onto the notes:
(1) Alright, I don't know if it's true, if it is really hard to find cars that engins are not made of Iron. But heck when I went to buy my first car. Hardly any that I liked were made of pure Iron. (It has Iron components but it's not just iron it has other kinds of metal to it.)
~My brother is a mechanic~
Now…
IMPORTANT READ THIS!
NOW! I'm planning on making a lemon scene next chapter, Which why I RATE THIS STORY 'M'
Incase you don't know what lemon scene is, it's a sex scene. And no It will not be humans, it will be… Mechs.
*waits*
Go on and be grossed out all you want. But I'm leaving the decision to you guys, you can either read it or not.
It will be on Ironhide and Optimus. Sorry, No Jazz/Prowl or Starscream/ Megatron. Since I know those are the two most popular shippings in Transformers. It's not that I hate them, it's just that I feel turn on that. Sorry.
Anyways I will write it I will warn you before time in bold letters and where it ends. And I do not what to here your disgusting, or I hate Yaoi/Slash, or this chapter shouldn't be here, or it would have been better without the lemon scene. There are those who love them. And So Do I. It's not to late to leave now and not read this chapter.
And I'm not in anyway threatening you, I'm simply, advising and warning you ahead of time.
~Alright with that taken care of…
That's my second chapter.
I was originally going to write the dinner sequence with the two families but I resented it.
This is going to be more on Transformers and my OC.
Anyways, this chapter took me about a week writing. Sorry, I have a small brain.
So writing isn't as easy as it seems.
(Well at least to me)
Alright everyone clear on that. Okay good.
See you guys in the next chapter.