So I dreamed yesterday morning after I managed to fall asleep again after I woke up a four in the morning, that I was hitchhiking. But wonders of wonders, a red-with-blue flames decaled Peterbuilt semi rolled up in front of me. I got in and the cab was dark, but the driver turned on some lights. I looked over at the driver and saw that he looked sorta like Peter Cullen. And at that moment, I knew I was riding in Optimus Prime. I was so happy, but I didn't show it. But then the dream was shattered when someone started yelling at Optimus' holoform (the driver) over the radio for picking me up. And then I dreamt that I transformed into my Autobot OC, Andromeda, and had to save a family from their burning house, that was purposely set on fire by an old geezer.
So I guess I've been obsessing over Transformers a little too much… ^.^'
But here's the next chapter! It was fun to write, even though it was a little difficult.
Chapter Four: Store Collision
I jogged over to the house with Jazz riding on my shoulder. He clutched my shirt in order to stay on, but he whooped the whole way, showing that he was enjoying himself. "So this is wat it is like to ride on our shouldahs!" he exclaimed gleefully. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and chuckled.
At the front door, Jazz transformed and I stuck him in my pocket. I stepped inside and shouted a good morning to everyone before I got ready for a shower. After my shower, I dried my hair and came out into the living room, where I plopped down on the couch. I looked at the TV and saw that Dad and Drew were watching an episode of Transformers: Prime. I squealed happily as I realized that the episode they were watching was Convoy.
I felt Jazz half transform and peek out of my pocket. He seemed drawn to the TV show as well. Funny. I felt him transform back into his iPhone form and vibrate. I took him out of my pocket and checked for text messages. He vibrated three more times before I could even pull up the messages. As Team Prime on the show maneuvered away from MECH, I saw that I had gotten a text from my mom before I had woken up, a text from my cousin who lived in the southern part of the province, another text from my mom, and a message Jazz himself sent me.
I opened Mom's first text. 'What would you like for breakfast?' was the text. Under it, there was another text: 'We're having pancakes. Want some?' I quickly texted her back and told her that I would love some pancakes and asked her if we could have slices of cheese on them. I looked over at her and saw her sitting at the kitchen table. Yeah, we liked to text each other when we were in the same room. But hey, we had a TELUS plan that allowed free texting.
I checked the text from my cousin, and found she was telling me she was having a good day.
Jazz's text was eventful and long, making me smile. 'This show is fascinating! I never knew they had shows about us Cybertronians! But where's me? I'm Optimus' Third in Command! Where's Ironhide? And Sideswipe? And Mirage? There are so many Autobots missing! And they have to hide in a run-down missile silo! And no one but the military knows about them! What happened?' the last part made me frown. Poor Jazz.
I quickly texted him back. 'This TV show takes place in an alternate universe. Not all of the Autobots have made it to Earth yet.'
'Ah. I see.'
"So when are the 'others' coming?" I asked Jazz as I walked through the Centennial Park. I was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, since it decided to be cool and rainy this fine summer day, and wore the hood up so that Jazz could hide under it and not be seen while he talked to me.
"Soon, my lady friend," Jazz said cheekily, even though I could sense some sassy undertones. "So soon that it may surprise ya."
I nodded once with a disbelieving "Uh-huh?" I looked up and around. "So, uh, as in soon, would one of them happen to step on me—like, right now?" I asked sarcastically while taking in the ominous rain clouds overhead.
I felt him shake his helm and chuckle. "Naw, not that soon, mah dramatic friend o' mine. They'll just pop up when ya least expect it."
A sigh escaped me, and it ended up ending with a chuckle. I ducked into the Sobeys on the far side of the park once I reached it. I was happy to be out of the rain, but I kept my hood up so Jazz could still ride on my shoulder. I looked around, and decided that I would get myself some refreshments. I walked down to the dairy aisle and grabbed a chocolate Milk2Go. I glanced around and saw a few people my family knew, and I waved at them. One of them, a friend of mine, stalked towards me in her black cowboy boots.
"Who's she?" Jazz asked.
I smiled at her and waved. "A friend," I whispered to him just before she reached hearing range. "Hey, Hannah!" I said cheerfully as she stopped in front of me. I felt Jazz shift so that he was hiding behind my head in the back of my hood.
"Hi!" my blond haired, blue/grey eyed friend said. "How's it going?"
I smiled casually. "Fine. Star and Stormy are doing good—but the best thing is Star's knee isn't acting up," I told her as I brushed my brown bangs from my eyes. Discussing my horses was a main topic between Hannah and I. It makes living on property so much easier. "How's Smiley, King, Janoah, and Missy?" I was always interested in her horses as well as mine.
"Good…good as always…" she said with a nod. "But they're getting fat—with all this summer grass…"
I nodded in response, feeling Jazz shift in surprise at my head's sudden movement. "Wat does she mean?" I heard him whisper very quietly in my ear. But I couldn't reply because Hannah was right there.
"Well, Star and Stormy are in the diet pen, because if Star gets fat…" I said.
"…She might hurt her knee," Hannah finished. She nodded again. "Well, it seems that all of our horses are doing fine. How's life been?"
I smiled at her, and the look on my face seemed to tell her volumes. "Fine. Hectic, but fine," I told her, glancing over my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a strange, dark-haired man with a slight tan and unnatural blue eyes. He was watching me and Hannah, or maybe just me…
We continued to talk, and we got some laughs out of it, but soon Hannah had to go, and I was left alone with Jazz. I grinned and clutched my bottle of Milk2Go before I stalked off to the aisle that held the chocolate bars. "So who was that femme?" Jazz asked as I began to browse the chocolate bars.
"That was a friend of mine, Jazz. Her name's Hannah," I explained. "We're both into horses, that's why I live on an acreage."
"What's a horse?"
I chuckled as I paused to look at a Hershey chocolate bar. "Look it up. I know you Autobots have built in internet."
Jazz was silent, so I assumed that he was using it now. After a few moments, I heard him utter a small "oh."
I chuckled again. "Now do you know what I'm talking about?"
"Yep."
I continued to browse until I came across the Kit-Kats and picked up one of the chunky ones. I examined the red and white wrapping closely before sighing and making my way to the front. But before I could get in line-up, the sound of rapid footsteps, like someone running, reached my ears.
I turned just in time to see the man that had been watching me and Hannah crash into me. I was sent sprawling to the ground, lying on my back. He fell to the ground beside me, and I looked over at him. He looked up at me, and I found myself looking into his unnatural blue eyes.
My chocolate bar had skittered from my hand and was lying on the other side of the man, but I was still clutching my Milk2Go, and luckily it hadn't broken and spilled all over me. I didn't need any more embarrassment than I was already getting. People were staring, even though they were trying to not showing it.
The man looked down as my cheeks suddenly felt like they were burning. I was blushing…but I had no idea why… Was it because I suddenly found the klutz handsome, or that I hadn't felt my pride get bruised like this for such a long time? I sighed and sat up as the man scrambled to his feet. I caught a good look at his clothing, and saw that the man was dressed in a brick-red shirt, a black leather jacket, black jeans, and black dress shoes. And he looked tall…
"I am so sorry," the man said, and I was surprised to hear it was deep and thick with a Italian accent. My blushed deepened when I realized that I had collided with a Italian…and the Italian was hot…
I have never felt quite like this before… I thought as he held out a hand to help me up. "I-It's q-quite alright," I stuttered as I tried to make the colour on my cheeks disappear. I accepted his hand, and he literally lifted me to my feet.
And that's when I noticed how tall he was. He was easily taller than my father—at least six feet five inches. And he ended up surprising me again. Like a gentleman, he bent down and picked up my chocolate bar. He placed it in my hand and I looked up into his face. "Thank you," I smiled. He nodded before turning and disappearing amongst the shoppers. I sighed as I felt my heart flutter. Wow…
But then I snapped back to reality. "Are you alright, Jazz?" I asked, hoping I hadn't damaged anything of Autobot when I was knocked over.
"Ah'm just fine, Twistette. Yah head missed me, even though the fall knocked the air outta meh," the iPhone told me. "Who was that fella, anyway?"
I let out another sigh that gave away how I felt about the man. "I dunno, but…he was hot…"
Hmmm… *wiggles eyebrows mischievously* Who was that man? Stay tuned :D
