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Cнαρтєя Nιηє: Cαρтυяєd
"ǀ ρяσмιѕє уσυ тнιѕ, ησ мαттєя ωнσ єηтєяѕ уσυя Ɩιfє, ǀ ωιƖƖ Ɩσνє уσυ мσяє тнαη αηу σf тнєм." - ƬυмвƖя, Uηкησωη
Cнαρтєя Sσηg: Yσυ'яє Aℓωαуѕ Lσνєd - Gσℓ∂єη
"She's the part in the movie where it all adds up.
So caught up in her eyes, can't look away I'm hypnotized.
She's the hope in war when things look rough.
Won't give up this fight, she'll be mine tonight.
I will never hurt you, no. I will never desert you.
See, there's a lot of girls in this world though they have nothing on you.
I will be there… I'll be there…
When the words just come out wrong,
and you're sick of the love songs.
I will be there… I'll be there…
When your strength is now all gone,
and you need someone to lean on.
Even when you stop loving yourself,
I'll be there to help.
And when you're giving up,
just know you're always loved.
You're always loved.
She's the color in my cheeks when I talk too much.
And I blush all the time, she's embarrassment that I love to find.
I will never hurt you, no. I will never desert you.
There's a lot of girls in this world though they have nothing on you.
I will be there… I'll be there…
When the words just come out wrong,
and you're sick of the love songs.
I will be there...I'll be there…
When your strength is now all gone,
and you need someone to lean on.
Even when you stop loving yourself,
I'll be there to help.
And when you're giving up,
just know you're always loved.
You're always loved. You're always loved. Loved by me.
Said I will be there, I'll be there.
When the words just come out wrong,
and you're sick of this love song.
I will be there… I'll be there...
When your strength is now all gone,
and you need someone to lean on.
Even when you stop loving yourself,
I'll be there to help.
And when you're giving up,
Just know you're always loved."
I watched as Bee jumped out of the window, tossing a smile up towards me, before running towards the Camaro and transforming, turning off his holoform. Before Sam could call for me again, I ran downstairs and into the kitchen.
"Yes Samuel?" I question, an annoyed smile on face.
"I found them!" he said excitedly, waving the infamous glasses around in his hands.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. You interrupted my almost kiss with Bee for your excitement? "That's great Sam!"
"Your mom is so nice," Mikaela commented with a smile.
I snorted. "More like embarrassing."
"Can you two distract mom and dad while I get these to them, okay?" Sam asked and we nodded.
"Sure Sam," I reply. Just before he leaves to sneak out of the back door, I hear the door bell go off about ten times.
I exchange looks with my twin and the dark haired teen. "Who would want something this late?"
"Guys," Mikaela says, her gaze shifted out the window, "look."
Sam and I rush over towards the window where they many guys dressed in black, searching and entering the house. But where were the Autobots? Hopefully they haven't found them. I rush out into the living, Sam and Mikaela in tow.
"What's this?" my younger twin questions at the man dressed in a fancy black suit, standing in the living room.
He grins, that almost looks creepy and faked. It probably is. "How ya doin' kids? Is your name Sam and yours Bethany?"
My brother tenses, grabbing my hand, and standing in front of me and Mikaela in a protective stance. "Yeah," he answers slowly.
"I need you two to come with us." he orders, stepping towards us.
"No," Dad states firmly, standing in front of Sam and I. "You are waaay outta line." Mom joins us as well as I squeeze Sam's hand.
"Sir," the dude in the fancy suit glares, "I am asking politely. Back off."
Dad shoke his head, declaring, "You're not taking my kids." Mojo started to bark at the man in the suit, Weasley joining, by hissing at him.
"Hush Wes," I scolded, lightly tapping the orange tabby with my foot.
"Really?" the man asked, a cocky smirk forming across his face. "You gonna try get rough with us?"
"No, but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on around here." Dad said, Mom nodding in agreement.
The man laughed, "Yeah, there's something a little fishy about you, your son, your daughter, your Cheeto looking cat, your little Taco Bell dog, and this whole operation you got going on here."
Mom picked up Mojo, while I held Weasley, as she snuggled into my hand.
"What operation?" Dad questions in confusion.
"That, is what were are gonna find out." the man said, as another man, who glanced at Sam and I, walked over to the man in the fancy suit, whispering something into his ear. I felt Sam squeeze my hand this time and I sent him a reassuring smile even though I was freaking out in my mind.
The man looked to us, his eyes widening, as he looked to the strange machine in his hands. "Sam, Bethany?"
Beside me, my younger twin gulped, replying hesitantly with, "Yeah?"
"Step forward please," he ordered. Sam and I obliged, slowly stepping forward, as the man seemed to scan us with the strange object. "Fourteen rads," he announced over his shoulder after he scanned Sam. "And her's - oh my god, her's are off the charts! Bingo! Take 'em and bag 'em!"
"What?!" I heard mom cry, as more men in black, but no Will Smith, came to cuff Sam, Mom, Dad, Mikaela, and I, while holding Mojo and Weasley away on a leash, far away from them.
"You hurt my dog or my daughter's cat, I'll kick your ass!" Mom threatened, as I struggled to get away from the man grabbing my arms tightly and leading me to the car.
"Mom! Dad!" I yelled, straining myself to look over my shoulder to catch my parents gaze.
"It's okay Bennie! Just, you two, don't say anything!" Dad shouts.
I nod, as Sam and I reply, "Yeah, okay."
"Not a word until we get a lawyer."
I tried to kick and move out of the guy's grip but he pushed me into the car, Sam and Mikaela following. I winced as I tried to move my hands but they were very tightly secured around my wrists.
Once the car took off, I stopped struggling. It seemed like we weren't getting out of this car any time soon.
"So, LadiesMan217," the dude in the fancy suit said, turning around to face the three of us, holding up Sam's phone, "that is your eBay username, right?"
"Yeah, uh, but, y'know it was typo and I-I ran with it!" Sam lied, his voice full of nervousness, as his dark haired crush looked over at him, a look on her face that read something along the lines of, "Are you serious?"
I rolled my eyes, taking a deep breath, and leaning my head against my brother's shoulder. I had no idea where Bee was and at the moment, the only way to contact him without screaming for him, was to fall asleep. Although, from the nervous state I was in, that might take a while.
The dude in the fancy suit raised his eyebrow, "What do you make of this?" he clicked a button on my twin's phone, playing the message he recorded when he and I ran after Bee that night, thinking someone was stealing him. "Is that you?"
"Yeah, that sounds like LadiesMan." Mikaela replies sarcastically as I roll my eyes.
"Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. Enlighten me," I wanted to correct the guy for saying that Bee was Sam's car and not ours but I didn't want the three of us to get into more trouble than we already are.
Sam gulped, stuttering something in response, making me want to smack him. I would, if it wasn't for those stupid handcuffs. "No, no, here's what I said, okay? 'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that our car," Sam gestured towards me, "mine and my sister's, had been stolen-"
The man smirked, "Oh, really?"
"-From my sister and I, from our home, but it's fine because it's back!" my younger brother continues. "It came back!"
My eyes widen as I exchange looks with Mikaela next to me. I shake my head as she says, "Well, not by itself."
"Well, no," Sam agrees.
"Yeah, because cars don't do that, y'know." I add, as the three of us laughed nervously, the dude in the fancy suit joining us.
"That's funny, that is so funny!" he then narrowed his eyes at us." Then he stopped, narrowing his eyes at us.
"So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?" the SUV turned silent after he asked that, until Sam spoke.
"What, like a Martian? Like E.T.?"
I nodded, "Like an urban legend."
"You see this?" the man pulled out a shiny badge, where I read the words Seymour Simmons, before he shoved it in our faces. "This is my I-can-do-whatever-I-wand-and-get-away-with-it-badge."
"Riiight," Sam and I drawed out, sending a glare towards Simmons.
"I'm going to lock you up, forever."
I bit my lip, now retreating my plans of ripping the handcuffs apart and beating the living hell out of him.
Mikaela noticed mine and brother's nervousness and shoke her head. "Oh god, you know what? Don't listen to him. He's just pissy 'cause he's got to get back to guarding the mall."
"That must be a bitch on Black Friday..." I mumble, earning a glare from Simmons.
He then sent a glare at the dark haired teenager. "You, in the training bra, do not test me. Especially with your daddy's parole coming up."
Both my twin and I look over at Mikaela in shock. "What? Parole?"
She met our eyes, "It's nothing," she assured, but I didn't believe her.
"Oh, grand theft auto, that ain't nothin'?" Simmons urged.
She licked her lips. "You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they... they weren't always his."
"You stole cars?" Sam questions, his voice full of hurt.
I noticed her eyes begin to water slightly, "Well, we couldn't always afford a babysitter... so sometimes he had to take me along."
"She's got her own juvie record to prove it!" Simmons said. "She's a criminal. Criminals are hot. Well, that'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail for the rest of his natural life. It is time to talk!"
I heard a strange beeping sound before the car began to spin, as if we hit something. "It's big! It's big!" I hear a guy in the front shout.
Then a pair of metal arms shoot through the windows, grabbing the roof, and I relaxed almost immediately as I saw the fimilair red and blue paint job. The SUV was lifted off the ground as Simmons and the guy in the front began to scream, saying something about shifting your weight towards the front.
The cars roof was ripped off before the car fell to the ground. I looked up, proud that my guess was right.
Sam grinned, "You a-holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to a friend of ours: Optimus Prime."
"Taking the children was a bad move." Optimus growled, as men started to surround the car, with guns drawn and pointed at the large mech. "Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."
I turned around just as the group of Autobots rushed towards us, removing their guns, as Ironhide pointed his much larger gun at them.
'Bee' I mouthed as I saw the yellow and black bot. He replied with a combination of worried whirs and clicks.
Optimus lowered down to met Simmons gaze, as he and his friend raised their hands in defense. "Hi there," the man said.
"You don't seem afraid." the blue and red mech responded. "Are you not surprised to see us?"
Simmons gulped, "Look, there are Seven protocols, okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can't communicate with you."
"Get out of the car." Optimus ordered.
"Alright, me? You-"
"NOW!"
I giggled, watching as Simmons scramble out of the car, feeling a pair of arms wrap around my middle, pulling me out of the car. I notice the blond hair and smiled as Bee removed the handcuffs.
"Hi-" I was cut off as he crushed me to his body. My smile widened as I curled into his warmth.
"D-don't..." his voice cracks, his arms tightening around me, "don't do that." he pulled back, meeting my eyes. "I-I told you that if you needed to me scream, to shout, to do anything, and I'll be there. Why didn't you?"
I gulped, biting my lip as I frowned, "I-I just... I didn't want them to capture you too." I flung my arms around his neck. "I don't want to loose you."
He nuzzled his face into my neck. "And you wont. I'm a big boy mech, I can take care of myself."
"I know." I kissed his chin, since it was the only thing I could reach without perching up on my tippy toes. I looked over my shoulder to see Sam and Mikaela out of their handcuffs, arguing about what happened in the now broken SUV.
"Big guys with big guns," I heard Simmons mumble as Sam, Mikaela and I walked over to him.
"What is Sector Seven?" my twin questions. "Answer me!"
"I'm the one who asks questions around here, not you young man!" Simmons yelled.
"How'd you know about the aliens?" the dark haired teenager asked.
"Where did you take our parents?" I question.
Simmons shoke his head. "I am not at liberty to discuss this." Sam reached for his badge, causing Simmons to jump. "Hey, you touch me and that's a federal offense."
My younger brother rolled his eyes. "Do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it-badge, huh?" I smirked, my eyes scanning over his ID and badge.
"Yeah, brave now all of sudden with his alien friends and his sister alien boyfriend standing there." I felt my face flush at the words 'boyfriend' but regained myself. Now was not the time to be blushing.
"What is Sector Seven?" I demand, glaring at the man in the fancy suit.
He curled his lip, "Wouldn't you like to know?" I heard a growl from behind me, before a cap of some sorts hit Simmons in the back of the head, and oil squirted all over him. I burst out into laughter when I realized it was Bee doing it, and he was practically peeing on him.
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man," Optimus ordered in an amused tone as Bee popped the cap back on.
After we cuffed the men, the dark haired teenager walked over towards Simmons. "Alright tough guy, take it off." she ordered.
He looked up at her in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
"You clothes. All of it. Off." Mikaela clarified as I smirked.
"For what?!"
"For threatening my dad."
Simmons' eyes widened but he obliged, glaring at the dark haired teen. "Little lady, this is the beginning of the end of your life. You're a criminal. Let's face facts, it's in your gene pool." he stripped until he was wearing pink and white boxers with a Superman undershirt.
I shrugged with my smirk widening. "Eh, Batman's better." Mikaela grinned.
"This is such a felony, what you're doing," Simmons' friend said as we cuffed them to the pole.
"I will hunt you down, okay?" he threatened, as his friend repeated him, "He'll hunt you down."
"Without any remorse!
"No remorse!"
I rolled my eyes but then looked towards the object stuck in his hands. I exchanged looks with Bee, my twin, and Mikaela, before I heard Ironhide shout, "Optimus! Incoming!"
Large SUV's and helicopters were rushing towards us. Ironhide slammed his fist on the ground, sending some sort of shock towards the cars, making them swerve out of control.
"Roll out!" The large blue and red mech shouted, as the Autobots transformed, aside from Optimus.
I exchanged looks with Bee, my heart hammering in my chest. He sent me a reassuring look and all I wanted him to do was hold me close and keep me safe, but he already transformed, driving off.
"Bee," I whisper, as I felt my younger twin tug on my arm, leading me towards Optimus. He crouched down, holding out his large metal hand.
"Up you get," he ordered, before my brother and Mikaela jumped up, hoisting me up afterwords. I let out a whimper from the height, causing Sam to grip my hand tightly.
Please don't let us fall Optimus, I thought. Please...
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