Before you read anything: I must tell you that this chapter is entirely dedicated and was formulated in my brain because of Mira Hinder, my BFF (as in forever and ever)!!!!!!!!!! I don't want to give anything about the chapter away, so I'll put the story of how this chapter came to be at the bottom so if you, the reader wants to know about it, you are in on the joke...but only after you read the chapter!!!

Mira Hinder, I don't care where you go, I'll always love you (ITFW)!!! Don't you dare forget me or any of your old cronies, but make a ton of new friends, please!!! (yes, I used the word cronies.) Fly on babe!!! I wuv you!!! *whoosh*

I woke up that morning in the dark. Half asleep, I forgot where I was and tripped on the side table.

Arcee was still re-charging.

The clock read 6:30 AM.

Suddenly, I felt pressure building below my tank (stomach).

I didn't see any humans around at the moment, so I decided that I would be forced to use a real bathroom. I went to open the door when I remembered: No handle.

I frantically searched the room. Someone had forgot to build some type of waste facility, or at the moment, a urinal.

I quickly tapped the door. No answer. I knocked more hoping that Ratchet was nearby. I started to panic.

S.O.S. please someone help me.
It's not healthy... for me to feel this way
Y.O.U. are making this hard,
I can't take it, see it don't feel right
S.O.S. please someone help me
It's not healthy... for me to feel this way
Y.O.U. are making this hard
You got me tossin' and turnin' and can't sleep at night

The Light clicked on. Arcee sat up and gently rubbed her optics.

It's nine in the afternoon she complained.

I shifted from foot to foot. Her eyes narrowed as I began to double over.

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure

Arcee gasped as her optics snapped open in realization. She covered her mouth holding back giggles. I rolled my optics. I banged on the door some more.

Now this was just painful!

When I think about rain played in the background.

I looked behind me, a quizzical expression on my face. Arcee's held a mischievous smirk.

I can see clearly now the rain is gone

I was still dumbfounded to how these songs could possibly relate to my predicament. Wait...Does she mean-

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

No way.

I'm singing in the rain

Ugh, stop Arcee, I pleaded.

Kids selling lemonade

"This isn't funny!" I yelled at her through the radio link.

"I know," she responded, "It's hilarious"

*dripping sounds*( Male Voice): Leaky pipes? she stole from a radio advertisement.

With that, I succumbed to gripping my crotch area and slid to the floor in agony. I could hear the click in her neck as she switched to the AM radio. What did she have plann-

And in other news, a dam in Colorado burst today spraying hundreds of people . No one was hurt, but-

I gagged. Stupid public radio news!

She began laughing hysterically while my own dam was beginning to overflow.

She changed back to FM radio.

Yo, yo, yo, ya'll are listen' to KC101, next we gotta song from "The Black Eyed Peaaaaassss!!!!"

I threw a screw driver at her as the DJ stretched the last word in the band's name out which seemed like dodged the projectile easily.

Rain, rain go away

I moaned.

Waterloo - Finally facing my Waterloo

Curse you Abba! I screamed mentally. I had let Arcee do the talking for a while. I managed to squeak out a few lines from the same song:

My, my, I tried to hold you back but you were stronger
Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight
And how could I ever refuse

Arcee smirked and continued her side of the debate with Celine Dion:

Hold on and don't shed a tear

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears

She leaned forward. I was on the brink, ready to burst. 'Pay-back' she mouthed.

Then she balsted a preacher's words on the AM radio from her stereo, Let it out! let it free! Please Lord, do not contain it!

I swear that I could practically feel lubricants being backed up enough to be swimming behind my optics.

Let it out!

I was starting to get dizzy.

Break these binds! Let freedom rush towards us like a mighty stream. Everybody, common' my choir, speak to God Almighty! 'Like a mighty stream'

The church choir sang "Like A Mighty Stream." Damn them!!! I crawled to my berth, I was about to explode!!! More or less literally!

I was starting to sweat grease droplets.

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream

The new Caribbean Cruise!

Ain't no river wide enough

I moaned in pain, I began to beg with two songs:

It's not my time, I'm not going-

It's not healthy-

Arcee began happily playing sounds of waves.

I CAN'T HOLD IT MUCH-

Let it out! she boomed

LONGER!!!

I finally went to my last resort. I jumped on my berth and went into total Lockdown.

All happening within a few seconds, I shut down all processors and set my internal clock for 8 hours until I 'woke up.'

I was out.

My problem would have to wait till later...

Ratchet would come at some point...right?

-Arcee's POV-

I was rolling! This was the most fun I had had in weeks! Getting ready to play my last liquid related song, I noticed Bee wasn't moving.

'Bee?' I asked through the radio link.

No answer.

I got off my berth and scanned him. He wasn't dead (to my dismay) but in Lockdown.

It was when nothing could go in or out, it was useful for 'bots who get captured by Decepticons so they can't be tortured.

Damn, I guess my fun would have to wait till morning.

'Beep-beep'

I tensed as the room door finally opened.

"Arcee? Are you okay?" Ratchet asked. "I heard noises." He paused, looking embarrassed. "Unless, er, you need me to leave if-if you and um, Bee were-"

I shook my head 'no' quickly. I looked between the door, and the unreachable-unless-activated Bumblebee.

I smiled and waved his question off.

"Oh. Alright. Do you need anything?"

I once again shook my head 'no.'

"Okay...See you in the morning." He turned to leave.

Stop! In the name-

"Yes, Arcee? What is it?"

I made a peace sign with my two fingers, turned them upside down and wiggled them so they looked like two legs walking. I pointed outside.

Ratch pursed his lips, then sighed and said: "Okay, but after breakfast tomorrow morning, I want you back in this room or I'll come get you myself. Got it?"

I nodded enthusiastically. Ratch left with the door wide open.

I almost decided to wake Bee, but I decided against it.

I fetched a writing utensil with parchment and wrote Bee a note that I left on my berth. I looked a final time at the handsome, attractive, well built robot with a lubricant issue laying on his berth.

Sweet dreams.

I locked the door and enjoyed my night of freedom.

Okay, now that you've read the chapter, here is the story of how this chapter came to be:

One day during chorus class, Mira Hinder raised her hand in the middle of class and asked, "Can I use the bathroom?" Our teacher, (I'll call her) Ms. Teach replied, "No! Potty time was at the beginning of class, you can go after class is over...Is it an emergency?"

"No...But I really gotta pee!!!!!"

"After!"

So while we were singing our songs, Mira Hinder was practically doubling over because she really really had to go. I sat behind her laughing my ass off. She repeatedly mouthed: "I gotta go...baaadddd!!!"

To piss her off, I began a flase conversation with the girl next to me who was watching her delimma, "Oh, did you hear about that dam that burst open?"

"Oh yeah, I heard there was gold in the water, so it turned it all yellowish. God, I am so thirsty. I could use a cold, refreshing glass of lemonade."

Mira Hinder flipped us off repeatedly.

Now, class is finally over right, so Mira Hinder practically sprints out of the class room, but keeps her cool (sorta) and fast-walked the entire way. "Don't say anything," she warned. I smiled, "Oh, like 'Rain drops keep fallin' on my head,'" I sang, "Like a mighty stream, like a mighty streeeaaaammm, let jus-tice ro--o-ol" (which coincidentially was the song we had once worked on) "I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,"

I continued with water-involving songs the entire walk to the bathroom all the way down the hall. "Shut-up! I'm gonna pee my pants if you don't f*ckin' shut-up!" As we walked to the next class (after she finally peed) I told her that I was going to use her experience in this story.

Yes, Mira Hinder, you must love me for this...

"S.O.S." - Rihanna

"Nine In The Afternoon"- Panic! At The Disco

"Under Pressure" - Queen

"Think About Angels" - Jamie O'Neal

"I Can See Clearly Now" - Johnny Nash

"Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head"- B.J. Thomas

"I'm Singin' In The Rain"- Gene Kelly/Jamie Cullum

"It's America" - Rodney Atkins

"Rain Is Falling" -Electric Light Orchestra

"Waterloo" - Abba

"A New Day Has Come"- Celine Dion

"Like A Mighty Stream"- Choir Song

"Row Your Boat"

"Ain't No Mountain"- Diana Ross

"It's Not My Time" - Three Doors Down