Disclaimer and other stuff:

I don't own Transformers. Only DJ. I own her. I wish that I owned Transformers. There would have been a lot of changes and Michael Bay wouldn't be allowed to come near the franchise, wouldn't even allow him to poke it with a 10 foot poll! That's how much of an ass I would be to him.

Two years later

The bell had rung. Summer break has started. Students from the local high school in Portland, Oregon leave the building, talking to their friends and making plans on what they wanted to do to start off their vacation. DJ picks up her bag and goes to her locker. She doesn't realize that she is being watched, at least that's what the group of students thought.

"What do you want," DJ asks, not showing any emotion in the tone that she was using nor turning around to look at them.

"You looked alone," came the reply.

DJ turned to see who was talking to her. There in front of her were three kids. A blond-haired girl, who was wearing a blue dress and black tights with sneakers. A brown-haired boy wearing a light tan button-up long sleeve shirt, which was rolled up past his elbows, a white T-Shirt underneath it, and blue jeans tucked into yellow boots that you would find construction workers wearing. Finally, a brown-haired boy wearing a white T-Shirt, brown jacket, blue jeans, and black sneakers. He also had glasses and was in a wheelchair. She stood there for a few more seconds, her face full of surprise.

"I didn't think that I looked lonely," DJ finally replied, "No one really asks. So I thought I was fine."

"Are you waiting for someone," the blond asked.

"Not really," was DJ's quiet reply, "I don't have any friends."

The three of them looked surprised.

"Well," the blond said, with a smile, "We'll have to fix that. My name is Carly. This is my boyfriend Spike," she points at the standing brown-haired boy, "and this is Chip." She pointed at the boy in the wheelchair.

"I'm DJ."

"See," Carly said, "Now you have friends."

DJ's face changed from surprise to shock in record time.

"R-really," DJ asks, hesitantly, "This isn't a joke right. Because people used to play jokes like this on me all the time during the school year. I really hope you aren't kidding. Please tell me that you aren't kidding and that you're going to laugh at me and walk away. I can't take any more of that."

Carly, Spike, and Chip looked at her in shock again.

"People made fun of you because you don't have any friends," Chip asked in shock.

DJ nodded, "And the fact that I don't look or act like a girl."

"That's horrible," Spike said, "Why don't you hang out with us to make you feel better?"

"Really," DJ asks hopefully.

"Sure," Carly says happily, "It would be nice to talk to another girl now."

DJ smiles softly, "Thank you."

The four of them exit the school and head for the parking lot. There is parked a black with purple flames 2011 Lotus Elise convertible. DJ pulls out her car keys and unlocks her car. Spike, Chip, and Carly had shocked looks on their faces.

"That's your car," Carly asked.

"Yeah," DJ said, sheepishly, "I bought it as soon as it came onto the market. I've been saving up for one for a while. Is it bad that I have one?"

"No no no no no no," said Carly, "We just weren't expecting you to have an awesome looking car."

DJ smiled, "I got a 2009 Suzuki and a 2008 GT Ford Mustang back home too."

"Geez," Chip said, "Are you loaded or something?"

"I have a lot of money that I saved up for years," was DJ's reply, "So do you three need a ride?"

"No," Carly replied, "We have a ride. In fact, that's him right now."

DJ turns and heading towards them was a yellow Volkswagen Bug. It parked a little ways from them, but what shocked her most was what happened next. The car transformed into a robot that stood at 11 or 12 feet. He walked over towards them with a friendly smile. DJ wasn't at ease though, her training had taught her to always be alert. She did a quick visual scan on him to make sure he wasn't going to do anything to hurt her or her new found friends.

"DJ," said Spike, "Meet Bumblebee. He's an Autobot and a good friend of ours. Bumblebee, this is DJ, our new friend."

Bumblebee's smile seemed to grow, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, DJ. Are you new here?"

He offers his hand to shake as a greeting. DJ looks hesitant, but shakes his hand to try and be nice.

"Kinda," DJ replied, "I moved here by myself two years ago. Haven't actually gotten to know the town just yet. Hehe…."

"Two years," Chip said surprised, "and by yourself. Geez, you must be killing yourself being alone for so long."

"I'm used to it," was her reply, "Besides no one really cares if I live or die. So I think I can handle being on my own thank you."

"Why would anyone not care about you," asked Bumblebee, concern filled his voice, "I mean, shouldn't you be still living with your parents?"

DJ was quiet for a few moments.

"Don't have any," said DJ, "They died on the night I turned twelve. I have foster parents, but I refuse to stay with them. Left those two assholes two years ago for a reason and I'm never going back. I REFUSE TOO!"

Bumblebee, Carly, Spike, and Chip looked at her shocked. DJ, realizing what she did, got in her car and drove off as fast as she could. The four of them stayed there for a little while longer. Carly broke the silence.

"We need to find out more about her," was all she said. The others silently agreed.

Author's Note

Well this is my second Chapter. I know that it sucks this was back a in 2011 that is started it. Around chaps 4 through I think six was on another document format on my dad's laptop and I can't get it, because I had originally saved it on a flashdrive. But it's missing so I have to redo all those chapters.

*sigh* so many hours typing them up. All gone. This bites. Oh, well. Let me know what you think and tell me if you have some good ideas for this. I really want to make some changes, but I'm coming up brain dead. NO! I can't be getting writer's block so soon!

Oh, well. Let me know what you guys think.

Till All Are One,

Kuro Rotasu