Thanks for the reviews. I really appreciated them.
Since I'm on a major writer's block, the quality and quantity of the chapters will be really low. Sorry about that.
Oh, and there were quite a few reviews about Jazz being embarrassed by a kiss on the cheek. Yeah well, I thought, the more a guy looks tough, the more shy he actually is. (LOL)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS; I ONLY OWN THE PLOT OF THIS FANFIC AND ITS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.
It had been almost a week since Sam, Mikaela, and Jazz had paid a visit. I was getting used to the school now, making few more friends other than them. But still, Sam and Mikaela were my best friends. And, as for Jazz… well, ever since I had planted the impulsive kiss on his cheek, I hadn't seen him for some time. Oh, why in the world did I do that? I should have known better then to just kiss him!
"Hey, Lizzy! Are you going home?"
A sudden exclamation broke me out of my thoughts; it was Mikaela, and probably Sam was with her. Was Jazz with them? I wanted to see him, and may be apologize for the… kiss, if it had offended him in any way. I wanted to talk to him again.
"Yes, Mikaela. And I'm guessing Sam's with you, is he not?" I smiled, speaking in a teasing tone.
"Well, you've got that right. Can you also guess who else's with us right now?" Mikaela retaliated successfully, albeit being slightly more bantering. It caught me off guard, and I had no choice but shake my head.
"Hey," said a familiar voice. My heart almost burst with anxious joy; it took a tremendous amount of effort to keep the calm demeanor.
"Oh, uh… hi, Jazz." I said weakly, lifting a hand in a waving motion.
"Long time no see," said Jazz, his tone gently teasing. Was it my misapprehension if I heard gladness in his voice?
"Y-yes. It has been a long time." I smiled. Whether it was visible I was nervous with joy at seeing him, I'd never know. But I was happy about seeing him, and I couldn't hide it.
Suddenly, someone clapped inspiringly (I assumed it was Mikaela). There was a sound of someone pushing someone else, and a person was shoved into me. I grabbed his arms instantaneously, supporting him. Jazz shouted a protest, but Mikaela laughed.
"Why don't you walk her to where her car is? I'm sure she'd like an escort." Mikaela said mischievously. I blushed. About to reproach her, Jazz stopped immediately. He turned to me.
"Well…… what about you, Lizzy? Do you want me to… accompany you?" he asked. I didn't know what to do, but decided to follow my desire. I nodded sheepishly.
"There you go, Sir Knight! You look after her, alright?" Mikaela said, slapping his back. Jazz yelped, growling at her. I laughed.
"Bye Lizzy," said Mikaela. A great satisfaction was contained in her voice. "See you tomorrow. And have a great time with your knight in the shining armor!"
"Oh, er… I will. Thank you." I replied clumsily. My knight in the shining armor? Was Jazz……? Yes, he was my knight, my other half, the person I have loved almost all my life. I smiled happily.
Jazz looked at the girl walking next to him. The walking stick held in her hand made rhythmic tapping sound as it hit the ground. As always, she was wearing the huge sunglasses that obscured almost half of her face. She was dressed in lemon-colored halterneck with white jacket over it and white knee-length skirt. Even he had to admit that she was quite charming.
"So, how've you been?" asked Jazz, and he could see that she was startled, almost jumped. She turned her head towards him, and if it was not for the fact that she was blind, he would have thought she was staring at him.
"I've been fine. How about you?"
"Me too." There was another silence between them, an awkward one. Abruptly, Lizzy stopped in the middle of the street.
"… Lizzy?" Jazz stopped as well, looking back at her. She was hesitating, her hands clasping the handle of the walking stick tightly. He walked back to her.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, studying her face. It was bright red.
"I-" Lizzy stammered nervously, "I- I'm sorry about doing that to you… on the day when you visited my home. It was rude of me to do so."
"Do what?" Jazz asked back.
"I… I kissed… your cheek, remember?" said Lizzy. Jazz's face flared abrupt red. Oh yes, he definitely remembered; how could he forget? The kiss she landed on his face was tender without measure, and yet it contained countless unspoken emotions: fondness, yearning, and if he were not mistaken… a sense of love.
"Oh. Yeah, I remember," Jazz laughed, as if trying to hide his blushing face, although Lizzy couldn't possibly see it. "But why are you apologizing?"
"I was afraid I might have offended you," said Lizzy, "and I didn't see you for almost a week, so… I thought you were angry with me."
Jazz stared for a moment at this helplessly naïve, innocent girl. What was he supposed to do with her? She was so… so… pure, untouched by any of the world's, or people's immorality and malice.
"Lizzy," he said gently, and she lifted her head, "I'm not mad at all. I just had to work out some of issues with my… 'work', that's all. That's why I wasn't with Sam and Mikaela."
"Oh," Lizzy opened her mouth slightly, but no sound came out. Eventually she closed her lips, turning her head away.
"I'm sorry if I made you misunderstand or anything." Said Jazz, and Lizzy immediately waved her hands in a motion of denial.
"No, no… I'm… glad that you weren't angry with me. I was really worried." She smiled, and his heart skipped a beat.
"As a show of my apology about making you worry," Jazz spoke jokingly and impulsively, "If you are free on this coming weekend, I'd like to ask you out."
Lizzy's expression changed from anxiety to confusion. She tilted her head.
"Ask me out?" she questioned. Jazz almost laughed, but managed to contain himself.
"I'm asking you… to go on a date with me." Jazz explained, his face starting to blush again. Her face turned red as well, and slowly, she nodded.
"Great. I'll see you on the weekend." Jazz grinned, despite the fact that he was actually surprised with himself. Lizzy nodded again, smiling brightly.
"Hey, Mikaela," said Sam, as he was sitting on the driver's seat of Bumblebee. Mikaela turned towards her boyfriend.
"Just wanted to ask you something. Why are you trying so hard to get Jazz and Lizzy together?"
Mikaela blinked, then sighed. "You don't know the look on her face when Jazz's near her, do you, Sam?"
"Look? What look?" Sam asked back, confused. Mikaela sighed.
That's it, people. I'm sorry about the speedy plot development, but jeez, I just wanted to write in the date scene. (grins evilly)
