I'm stuck on 'writer's block' or whatever it is called… sorry people. There might be huge gaps between the times when I upload the chapters. I'd like to pass around a plate of internet cookies to all my reviewers (LOL).
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS; I ONLY OWN THE PLOT OF THIS FANFIC AND ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.
Jazz stroked Lizzy's back tenderly. Her weeping had reduced into small sobs, but she was still hanging on to him like a baby koala holding onto its mother. She obviously hadn't cried in long time, and her emotions had built up inside her. They were being poured out from her, having pained her for so long. So Jazz let her cry until there were no more tears left in her. But how much longer she had to shed tears, he had no idea.
As if reading his thoughts, her weeping closed up to an end. The sobbing became smaller, then decreased into sniffling hiccups. She let go, and parted from him. When he looked at her face, she was smiling, last teardrops slipping down on her cheeks. Her face was flushed, both from embarrassment and crying.
"I'm sorry," she said, then quickly added, "I mean, thank you. For, um…… consoling me."
Jazz wasn't sure if he'd actually consoled her, but didn't ponder deep about it. If he did help her, that was fine and that was all.
"No problem," he said, and lifted his hand to wipe away the tears from her face. She flinched slightly, but didn't back off. When her face was clear of any traces of tears, he smiled, despite the fact that she couldn't see his smile.
"You okay now?" he asked, lowering himself to match her eye level. She nodded, smiling. Her smile, whenever it showed, gave him a minor electric shock going through his nervous system; she was beautiful. She said 'thank you' again, and reached out to him. Uncertain what she was going to do, he let her. She fumbled until she was grabbing his shoulders with her hands, and then she did something that he never did expect: she kissed him on the cheek.
He felt like his heart was doing a hip-hop dance, beating madly. His body temperature shot up, and his face turned into very bright scarlet color. She recoiled from him slowly, her expression shy and nervous at the same time. But nothing came into Jazz's sight now. He was too occupied with the fact that he had just been kissed by her. If Lizzy had been able to see, she would have burst out laughing by the look on his face, but she was blind, so she had no clue what was going on with Jazz. She tilted her head, worried if he was alright.
"Hey you guys, is everything okay?" Mikaela and Sam, who had been enjoying their little private 'happy time' in the living room, burst into the kitchen, to see Jazz, frozen on the spot, unmoving, and Lizzy, who was fluttering.
"We heard a big 'crash' and we thought may be-"
"Oh, no, no. It's nothing big, Sam," said Lizzy, realizing they were here, and turning towards the direction where their voices came from, "I dropped the tea tray, silly me. And Jazz was helping me with it."
"Oh. Well, we'll help with the clean-up," said Mikaela, walking carefully into the area of tea-flood. Lizzy smiled, and got out few tea towels. Even as Sam, Mikaela, and Lizzy were about to wipe up the floor, Jazz was still rigid. Sam poked his side, and he immediately sprang to life, exclaiming 'what the hell?!'
"It's that we're about to clean the kitchen. Mind lending a hand?" Mikaela said, half-annoyed. Jazz blinked, then saying nothing, stooped down along with them.
Sam noticed that Jazz's face was as red as a red alert. Jazz's lips were tight, not saying anything, but he didn't look angry; rather, the expression was that of an embarrassment. And he was the one who was scrubbing the floor hardest, although he had just cleaned the same spot a second ago. In other words… he was acting strange.
"Hey Lizzy," said Sam, and Lizzy turned towards him, "why's Jazz so… red? What happened here?"
"Oh, it's nothing big," said Lizzy aloud, and Jazz jerked his head towards Lizzy, attempting to stop her before she told them, but it was too late, she already opened her mouth to speak, "I got… over-emotional and started to cry my heart out, but Jazz comforted me."
"'Comfort' you? How?" asked Mikaela, obviously interested. Jazz frantically waved at them, warning them not to be too curious, but he was late again.
"He gave me a very nice hug." Said Lizzy, who was not too overly sensitive about such display of intimate emotions. However, Sam, Mikaela, and Jazz were, so the human couple was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing, slipping on the wet floor and yet not caring about it at all. Jazz, on the other hand, became even more scarlet and glared at them, giving them his most evil gaze he could through his thick sunglasses. Obviously this didn't work, because they only laughed harder. Lizzy, not knowing what was going on at all, tilted her head, oblivious to the reason why they were laughing their heads off.
"Shut. Up. Now." Jazz muttered dangerously, but no one took him seriously, it seemed. He sighed, but thanked the fact that she didn't mention kissing him on the cheek.
"So… he… gave you… a hug," Mikaela managed to say, though she was still grasping her stomach, with tears almost running down.
"Yes, he did. Why is that so funny?" asked Lizzy, genuinely out of curiosity.
"Well……" at such naïve and innocent reaction, Sam and Mikaela were lost at words.
Mikaela cleared her throat, then began seriously, "Lizzy, generally, giving hugs are, like… very close show of affection or similar emotions to it. Are you and Jazz close enough?"
"Why don't you mind your own business," Jazz suddenly interrupted, his voice dripping with malicious mischief, "and how about you and Sam making out while you thought no one were looking?"
Mikaela and Sam immediately turned vivid red at Jazz's counter-action. Lizzy, not knowing what 'making out' meant, assumed that it was an exhibition of familiar relationship between one person and another.
"So, let's carry on with the cleaning," said Jazz, grinning, "Shall we?"
Okay, it's very short, sorry folks. As I said, I'm stuck on… … whatever it is called, 'writer's block', whatever, whatever. (bangs head against the wall)
