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Yesterday - The Beatles

The air show didn't last really long. A couple of fighter jets and random planes did flips and other tricks. Two F-22s played chicken, warning a clap as they turned and missed each other right at the last moment.

Ben and I both got pictures, his better than mine due to the higher quality of camera.

After the show, the had a meet and greet with the pilots, Ben having to go and get pictures of them.

"It will only take a moment. I promise." He said, thumb jutted behind him to the poor pilots being attacked by an onslaught of excited children.

I smiled. "No worries. It's fine. You have a job to do. I get that."

He smirked. "Right."

I followed him over, waiting on the excess of kids to get their excitement out.

I took this time to notice all the older veterans being completely unnoticed. It was sort of sad and disrespectful to me...

"I don't understand how they do it." I said offhandedly more to myself than to anyone else.

"What?" Ben asked, attention falling on me.

"Fight in these wars. I've seen that shit on TV and it's seems horrible. Think about how much worse it is in person. They survive all of that and have to come back and live on normally after some of the things they've seen."

He put a hand on my shoulder. "I've been told that whether you choose or if you're forced to go fight, you do what you have to do either way and that's what keeps you going. You did what you had to do."

I nodded. "That's true..who told you that?"

"My-" he suddenly looked toward the pilots, eyes wide. He shook his head, grabbing my arm tightly and pulling me back.

"Ben, what are you-"

"Just trust me. We- we have to go.

Now." He put an arm around my waist, pushing my in front of him, away from the crowd, and to the parking lot where his car was parked.

He walked me around to the passenger seat, looking back ever five seconds from where we came. The car door opened by itself and before I could question that, I was being shoved into the seat, the door being slammed behind me.

Ben ran to the driver's seat, getting in and cranking the car at the same time. He used his foot to shut the door and then he was backing up. Harshly, I might add. He tore out of the lot, hands gripping the steering wheel, shaking mildly. He continued to look back, checking his rear through the mirrors.

"Ben..." I started, realizing I was out of breath. "What in the-"

"Jenna, I can't explain but we had to leave."

"Ben, tell me." I looked over at him. "You just freaked out and scared me to death and there obviously was a very good reason for that. Tell me." I stared at him, glaring intently.

He looked at me in return, eyebrows knitted together. He gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. I can't."

"Why?" I asked angrily.

"I just can't." He said calmly, refusing to look at me.

"Take me home. Now. I don't need anymore friends that are gonna keep big stuff from me. You've been acting funny lately, disappearing and now this! I already have trust issues and you aren't making them any better, Ben!"

He sighed, nodding. "I'll take you home. I understand that and I'm sorry. I- I don't know what to say to reassure you because you're right. You're absolutely right."

The rest of the ride was in silence, we pulled into my driveway and I got out, slamming the car door roughly before stomping into my house and slamming that door too.

Ben was tearing out of my driveway before I even got in the house.

Holland was sitting on the couch, looking at me intently. "You okay?"

"No." I stated, making my way down the hall.

"What did Ben do?"

"I don't know." I said, heading to my room.

"Why are you mad, then?"

I turned around. "Because I don't know!" I yelled, going into my room and slamming yet another door.

It was the complete truth, the answer I gave her. It just didn't make much sense after I calmed down and realized what I'd said.

I pulled my camera from around my neck, putting it on my nights and before failing onto my bed.

It was hard to believe the day had started off so well and ended up with me going off on one of the only real friends I had.

He deserved it...sort of. He had been hiding stuff and keeping secrets. I kept telling myself he deserved it until I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning. I immediately felt depressed. I took a shower, hoping cleanliness would make me feel better.

I didn't.

I at leftover pizza for breakfast because pizza always make people happy.

It didn't help either.

The only thing that would make me feel better is to talk to Ben. I finally gave in and called, it going straight to voicemail.

I sighed, my anger returning slightly.

I finally decided on sitting and watching tv. After a day of stuffing my face with snacks, watching reruns of Sherlock that I'd seen a thousand times because each new season comes on every other lifetime, and just examine to Holland what happened yesterday, I sort of felt even worse.

I finally tried to call Ben again, once again going to voicemail. I threw my phone to the side, deciding he just didn't want to talk to me.

0o0o0

After three days of trying to call Ben, receiving his voicemail, and feeling even worse with every unanswered call, I finally stopped completely.

I had kept my pajamas on all day, reading a book, not eating or feeling like watching tv.

I skipped support group, not wanting to tell them how bad I had been since the last visit all because I'd been an idiot and yelled at my friend.

Yeah, it had gotten past the "it was his fault" phase and was on now the "I feel really terrible that I did that" phase. The worst phase if you ask me. He was obviously just as mad at me as he should be.

It was getting late, 11:30 at night to be exact. I turned off the TV, about to head to bed when there was suddenly a knock on my door.

I walked over, peeping through the peephole to see Ben. I pulled open the door and we stood there, staring at each other. "Ben." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Yeah."

"You haven't been answering my calls..." I said quietly.

"I just got to where I could use my phone. I left it off until I got back." He shrugged.

"You were gone? Where? Or are you gonna leave me with no answers again?"

He sighed, rubbing his neck with his hand and then shoving them in his pockets. "I've thought about it and I want to tell you everything. I can trust you. I see that and I want you as a friend and if telling you this gives me a chance of keeping you in my life, then I guess I'll just have to do it. I told you I was gonna be there and be a good friend to you and I sort of screwed that up. I'm planning on making that up to you..."

"Tell me."

"I sort of need to show you too. That's why I waited till late." He pointed behind him with his thumb.

"Ben-" I started.

"I know it's late but whether you trust me or not, this is something you wanted to know and something I've decided to tell you. Come on." He held out a hand to me.

I sighed, grabbing it hesitantly as he led me out to his car. I subtly remembered the door opening by itself at the air show but I pushed it to the back of my mind and sat in the passenger seat.

We road in silence. He took me across town, to the old park that no one goes to anymore. We drove through the gate and toward the back of it where there was an opening of land behind a patch of trees.

He parked, shutting off the car and getting out, encouraging me to do the same.

He sat down, cross legged on from of his car on the grass. He patted the space in front of him. I sat down as he asked.

He sighed, looking at me. "First of all, I ask you to hear me out. I'm not crazy and I can prove it to you. Just...give me a chance."

I nod. "Okay. I promise."

He nodded and began. "To be honest, I don't know where to begin."

"Just say it." I said, adding a smile to encourage him. I wasn't really mad anymore since he was willing to talk.

"I'm just gonna- I'm an alien. I'm from another planet."

What? "Uhhh..."

"Hear me out. I am here on Earth because my planet , Cybertron, it at war with itself. Because of the war and destruction, it's relatively uninhabitable. I was sent to fix that by finding a relic from our planet known as the All Spark. It can revive our planet and bring back life. I also have to stop the Decepticons, the bad guys, from getting it because they want to use it to destroy even more. I'm an Autobot, the good guys, and we want to protect Earth from the ideas that the 'Cons have been planning against it."

"Okay. So, they're here?" I asked slowly.

"Some of them. That's where I disappear to. I have to...get rid of them before they hurt any humans. One of the pilots at the air show was one of them. I didn't want them to see me, recognize me, see you and make you a target. I took him out after I dropped you off. Once again, why I wasn't answering calls..."

I nod. "If your here to get the relic, why haven't you gotten it yet?"

He frowns. "I can't find it. I've been on Earth since 1925 and I still haven't even gotten a huge clue. I actually was gone for one of those disappearing days because I thought I had a clue."

I scrunched my eyebrows together. "1925? How old are you?"

He smiled nervously. "Technically I'm 19, but that's in Cybertronian years. In human I'm...a...couple...thousand years old... Specifically, 15,752."

My eyes widened.

He snickered.

"That explains the tickets. You actually saw all four Beatles perform together?"

"Mhm." He smiled. "You don't seem scared or weirded out..."

"You seem pretty normal, you're nice, saved my life, and you're not here for world domination. I'm not a judgmental person. You know that. You don't even look that status quo of an alien."

He bit his lip. "Well...I don't look this human normally."

"What do you look like then?"

"This is the part I was scared of..." He was looking down.

I grabbed his hand and used my other to lift his face up. "You're my friend. I'll still except you if you look like Roger from American Dad." I gave him another reassuring smile.

He laughed and nodded. "I personally don't think I look that weird, but it is a matter of opinion." He stood up, picking me up with him. "Ready for this?"

I nodded.

Suddenly he disappeared in a shower of sparks, taking me immediately off guard. Then, his Camaro began to move.

Parts began to shift and move apart, the sound of gears and metal scraping filled the air, and the car began to take shape of a...person. A huge person...

Finally, the car was done transforming, a huge yellow and black robot taking its place. At first, I didn't know what to think, but as I looked at this being's eyes, I knew they were his. That bright blue was the same.

Suddenly, I was smiling. I used a hand to motion for him bend down to me. He complied.

"What are you, 20 feet?"

"17." He replied, using a clip from a movie or something.

I held my hand out, asking him silently if I could touch him. He nodded, and I laid my palm out on his cheek. It was warm and you could feel the buzz of life and energy on the slightly scratched metal.

I dropped my hand, smiling more. "Anything else I should know right now?"

"My...name...isn't...Ben."

I laugh mildly. "Of course not. Too simple for an alien, right? What is it then?"

"Bumblebee."

I told you guys it wouldn't be such a long wait this time! I hope you enjoyed! It may seem like this is going to be fast paced, but it won't be as fast as it may seem! Review for me and then check out the visuals of Bee, Jenna, and Holland on my profile! Thanks!