By request, I'm doing a section of Bee's POV in this chapter that goes into some of his details.

Disclaimer: OC's and plot = mine

Boys - The Beatles

Jenna - present time

My nervous tendencies were getting worse and worse within the past forty-eight hours.

Every time I would see Bee in the hall or when I went to get food, I would feel like Bee knew already. I mean, Sunny doesn't like humans. He would tell. He would probably tell Bee about it in hopes they could get a laugh out of the human who had a little crush on an alien.

I sighed heavily and ran a hand through my hair, falling back on my bed.

I couldn't just lay here. It was ten and that was pretty early. I couldn't just stay here all day.

I decided I would go out. I got up, slipping on my sneakers and grabbing my camera, slinging it around my neck.

I made my way through the house, arriving at the living room to see Holland, Bee, and Sunny all standing in the kitchen. They had been whispering, stopping as I walked in.

Sunny and Holland looked at Bee, he was staring at me with wide eyes, an indescribable look on his face.

They had told him.

"Jenna-" Bee started.

I shook my head and could stop myself from running out of the door, Bee right behind me.

I knew I wouldn't make it far. He was way faster than I was and I was already slow.

An arm went around my waist, pulling me around, effectively stopping me before I got to the end of my sidewalk.

I turned around, I'm sure a horrified expression was on my face. "Bee, I-"

He cut me off. "Why didn't you tell me?"

0o0o0 - earlier that morning - Bee's POV

Jenna had been avoiding me and I didn't know why.

It was so sudden and out of nowhere.

At first, I thought she might just have been embarrassed by what happened with her being sick. Then, she began avoiding me completely and she wouldn't do that over small embarrassment.

I waned to ask what was going on, but I didn't want to upset her. Nor did I want to pry. Especially if she was already angry with me.

I even thought of asking Holland, but I knew she wouldn't spill whatever Jenna was hiding that made her mad with me.

I as currently eating- more like playing with -my cereal at the bar in the kitchen.

It was early. I had woken up after one of my infamous nightmares. In this particular one, it was Megatron ripping my throat out, but with a twist; I was seeing it through Megatron's optics.

If had the nightmare a lot, for obvious reasons, but this one disturbed me to the most because I was doing it. It felt like throwing up when I shot up in bed, sweating.

I immediately took a long, cold shower. Given, I didn't need to shower, I liked taking them. They relaxed me and honestly just felt nice.

As soon as I got dressed after the shower, I felt the urge to talk to Jenna about my nightmare and get some sort of relief from talking about the trauma I had survived in my sleep.

I couldn't, though.

Jenna had become someone I could rely on. I hadn't had many people that I could rely on to be there for me in my life, but she was there enough to make up for that.

If told her about my nightmares one night when Holland was at a party and Sunny took a mission (if just gotten back from one) and I woke up from a nap on the couch in a cold sweat, screaming bloody murder.

She ran through the house, scared to death and I had to tell her about them. Not that I minded telling her, I trusted her infinitely, way more than I should.

She understood, because she had them too. She even added in that her conscious life was a worse enough nightmare with all the pain she feels.

This hurt me. It didn't want her to hurt. Even though I had experienced enough pain in my life, I would still take hers from her and have it myself just so she could be okay.

She didn't deserve to feel not good enough, and sad all the time. She was an amazing person. Anyone who can except that their friend is an alien with the ease she did obviously is a good person, and yet, she shouldn't be.

Most people who had been through terrible things were mean people who would give up. She didn't, however.

She was strong, stronger than any human I had ever seen in my time on Earth. The sad thing being she doesn't see it or believe you if you tell her.

I admired her.

The more I got to know her, the stronger my feelings got towards her. I shouldn't even be friends with a human, much less feeling anything more.

Yeah, I felt something more.

She would only reject me, metallic guys not any girls' type on Earth. Yet, I also kept them a secret due to the fact that I had a huge fear of rejection.

All my life I had been turned down. I was too small to fight Decepticons until Optimus met me and put me through, saying I would make a great scout.

Femmes never liked me, and I don't think the fact that a war was going on was the only reason why I was overlooked. Of course, that didn't bother me as much as it should have.

Lastly, I wasn't really a first choice when it came to friends. I was shy, small, and I seemed to blend in with the shadows (not a nice quality, despite that being part of my job as a scout)

Really the only thing I was chosen first for was to be the first to have my throat torn out by Megatron's claws.

My history with people actually accepting me was pretty bad and I couldn't ruin my friendship with Jenna. Not only because I needed her, but she obviously needed me.

I listened to her, because I wanted to. I was there for her because I saw that's what she needed.

I also kept my feelings at a level of friendship because that would be dangerous and not fair to her.

If the Decepticons found out about her, they would capture her and use her against me. Knowing them, they would peel the flesh from her bones and make me watch to hurt me worse than any throat ripping ever could.

I didn't want her in danger and with me, that's exactly what she would be in.

It wouldn't be fair that not only would she be risking her life, but she would also be wasting it.

She's in the time of her life now that she's suppose to meet someone and fall in love. If we were together, she would basically be going down a dead end even though she saw the sign warning her the road she was on would lead no where.

With the aging difference, we could never be together, really. Sure, I could make my holoform age as she did; but technically I wouldn't be actually aging that quickly. I would just look like I had.

Anyway, that would be selfish of me. I'd taken away from people all of my life, I wouldn't take her life away from her.

Yet, it seemed I wasn't that well at hiding my feelings. Sunstreaker had caught me on the second I said her name. He made me spill all, promising (for my sake) he would be nice to her.

He hated it though. He liked her okay, but hated being nice and hated that I felt the way I did. Not only did he say it was wrong and unnatural, but it was something I didn't need to get involved with.

I frowned at my cereal, remembering what he had said "humans are cruel and careless with people's emotions. They don't love eternally as we do. They are unfaithful with each other and lead each other on. That, Bee, is what she would do with you. She would be with you till being in a relationship with an alien wasn't cool anymore, if she even liked you and wanted to be with you in the first place. She may seem genuine, but humans can lie just as easily as they can breath. Don't get involved. You'll only get hurt."

I couldn't imagine Jenna being that way.

She wasn't.

I finally gave up, throwing the uneaten cereal away and cleaning the bowl and spoon.

I don't even know I think like this, as if we'll ever be.

I turned, heading to the couch, noticing Jenna walk in.

She glanced at me, momentarily meeting my eyes, and the going to cabinet next to the fridge.

She fumbled inside it, grabbing a bottle of cleaner and something else, her finger holding it behind the bottle so I couldn't see it. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed this, but I was trained to watch and notice everything.

She seemed nervous.

She walked to the kitchen, careful to keep the bottle turned away, and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

She glanced at me again and went back to her room.

I scrunched up my face, frowning. "Why does she need bathroom tile cleaner in her room?" I mumbled to myself.

I went to the couch, ready to turn the tv on, when she came again. I didn't turn, but I heard her open and close the cleaning cabinet.

I shouldn't have, but I did. I got up, going to the cabinet, moving the cleanings spray aside to find a bottle of prescription pills with her name on it.

I picked them up, reading the name. I pulled out my phone, typing in the pill's name.

It was depression medication. I noticed the date on the bottle. She had lied about about the doctor the night she was sick. These probably caused it, the website I was on saying nausea was a possible side affect until your body was used to them.

Why hadn't she told me?

I put the pills back, just like I had found them in case she came back.

I texted Holland and Sunstreaker to come to the kitchen, both arriving quickly. My message saying it was an emergency.

I reiterated the encounter with Jenna this morning, then showed them the pills, the explained what they were for.

They were shocked to say the least. Even Holland hadn't know about the medication.

"Knowing her, she's ashamed of them." Holland said, hands on her hips. "I can't talk to her about these things. I don't understand. Bee, you'll have to do it. I-"

Then we heard footsteps. I shoved the pill bottle in my jean's pocket just as Jenna entered the room.

She stared at us, me mainly.

"Jenna-" I started, only for her to shake her head me and run out of the front door.

I followed. Easily catching her an snagging her around the waist to stop her.

She seemed nervous and her facial expression was that of horro.

Why?

"Bee, I-"

I cut her off not meaning to. I could tell she knew exactly what I had found out. I only needed to know one thing. "Why didn't you tell me?"

0o0o0 - Jenna - back to present

I didn't know what to say to him. He looked confused and that screamed that Sunstreaker had told him my feelings. Bee had probably orderd Holland down there too to ask her about it.

"Just tell me the truth. I know you know what I'm talking about. Tell me the truth and I won't be mad. Please, Jenna. I just want you to tell me." He pleaded. He shoved a hand in his pocket, making a fist.

There was no way out of it. I couldn't lie or not tell him. He knew and he just wanted me to say it as confirmation.

I felt tears in the back of my eyes, but I didn't let them forward. I breathed out and said it. "I have feelings for you, Bee. Happy now? I don't knew why you made me repeat it seeing as you obviously already know!"

He eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open slightly just as he pulled my depression meds from his pocket.

They hadn't told him, but I had...

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