Carly's POV;

I sighed wordlessly as Lyra continued to chew my head off. Her chocolate-brown eyes conveying just enough emotion for me to realize she was just teasing me, but still, I was exhausted.

I simply allowed my ice cream to melt as she continued on. I couldn't tell if it was my imagination or not, but as she passed back and forth, her dark hair bouncing only slightly, she seemed to becoming more and more energized.

As I came to notice this, my energy continued to drop, and drop.

"So where are we suppose to meet now?" she demanded finally.
"What?" I asked, looking up from my ice cream. I didn't notice my head slowly start to descend to my bowl of ice cream.
"You heard me!" she snapped, but then sighed as I continued to stare at her blankly. "I said, where are we suppose to hang out now?"
"Whats wrong with sticking with the Dairy Queen?"
"It's been tarnished with love and romance! It was where you and Cliff went for your first date! It is no longer out spot! Thank you very much!"
"I really don't know what to tell you, Lyra."

She studied me closely, her lips pulled into a face. It almost looked at thought she had eaten a sour candy or something. She was leaning on the island about a foot away from me. Her hair slipped over her shoulders disobediently falling to the counter top.

"Go back to bed." she said finally. "I'll come back and get you at 1:00. You better be awake and ready!"
"Ready for what?"
"Cutting our hair for cancer! Remember? Or is your mind to preoccupied with boys to remember some as trivial as-just go back to sleep for fuck sakes! We don't have time for this."

I slipped off the stool to my feet picking up my bowl with one hand, leaning on the counter top with the other when Lyra stopped me.

"I will clean this up. Now, go to bed!"
"Thanks Lyra."
"Yeah, yeah."

I stumbled up the stairs tripped at least twice before flopping down on my bed and drifting off to a deep dark slumber. No dreams, just rest.

And a lingering feeling that I had forgotten something.

Cliffjumper's POV;

::Cliff I will kill you.:: Lyrazone said through a privet comm link. I could hear the venom dripping in her voice.
::I didn't hurt her. She wanted someone to talk to, so I talked to her.::
::She was trying to talk to me! Not you!::
::So? That's what wound up happening. Maybe it was fate.::
::You don't believe in fate.::
::I don't, I just think it's a nice idea.::
::If you hurt her I will personally rip out your spark.::
::I would love to see you try.::

She was a little unresponsive after that point, but I didn't really care. She was in a bad mood, and when that happened it was best just to let her cool down.

That only thing that was driving me nuts was that everyone assume that I was going to hurt her?! Why? Because I'm a guy? Because I actually a huge mechanical being that could accidentally squish her with my foot?

"Oh Romeo, oh Romeo! Where far out thy Romeo?" Arcee cried dramatically walking into the room. "Oh there you are fat aft."
"What do you want?" I snapped.
"Optimus wants us to go scout for energon."
"What about-"
"He has already dispatched the others. We're going to be splitting up into groups of two for two separate locations."
"Okay partner, let's go."

I walked into the main room of the base where Rachet and Optimus were discussing something that was probably deep and important. Something I should care about, but right now I was feeling odd. I probably just need some energon.

Carly's POV;

"You have got to be fragging kidding me!" Lyra yelled bringing me back into the conscious world.

She was standing with her hands crossed over her chest in my door way. For a moment I assumed she was talking about my room. I admit it's a little messy, but I just cleaned last week. After was talked about cutting our hair for…

Oh crap.

I sprang out of bed ripping through my drawers, trying to find my shorts and tee-shirt. I pushed past Lyra racing to the bathroom to change.

I took a little breather after I had applied my makeup. My blond hair was straight and sun bleached. It wasn't gorgeous and wavy like Lyra's, it was straight and boring. I wanted something exciting. I wanted to dye my hair.

The first time I mentioned that to dad it looked as though he would have a heart attack. I was rather hilarious if I do say so myself.

I smirked at myself in the mirror; I will love showing him my short hair. He can't say anything bad about it, because it's for a good cause…

I noticed my face fall before I realized. I just stared into my dark blue eyes as they started to over flow with tears.

"Oh right." I whispered.

"Carly! Come on! Let's get a-Carly?" she asked pulling me to face her. Her eyes were filled with concern and understanding.

"I-I don't know if I can do this." I hiccuped, fighting the lump in my throat.

"I fucking miss him. Lyra, he's gone. And he is never coming back. He would hate this! He would want me to keep my hair long."

"No, he would want you to help people. To give to those who aren't as lucky as you are. Your hair will grow back Carls."

She grabbing a Kleenex and wiped my eyes dry then placed it in my hand.

"As much as I love you, I won't hold the Kleenex to your nose and tell you to blow. You're a big girl now. You can do that all on your own."

"Thanks." I said giving her a shaky laugh.

"That's my girl. Now come on! It's time to go!"