Gasp. What's this? A second update in a month? No, I am not sick or ill. Or dying for that matter. Just a wonderful thing has happened. SPRING BREAK. Yes my friends, spring break. My third favorite time of the year, right behind Winter and Summer break. So I'm free to do whatever the frag I want for a week, unless my crazy friends plan something last minute then I'll be doing whatever the frag they want. Finally, a break from school.

So I tried making the chapter longer then I normally do, so the story will try and progress faster.

I appreciate all of you reviewed and tried guessing who was knockin' on Jackie's door, I love seeing the readers opinions.

But I will not ruin it for you guys (even though you'll find out in like...the first 8 sentences or so) so continue to read on!

I walked out of the kitchen and headed for the front door, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe just followed me but stood back a few feet. Before I could say hello, I was nearly strangled to death in a bear hug.

"Jacqueline! It's so good to see you again!" Squealed a familiar feminine voice. I gasped for air as soon as I was released.

"Victoria? What in heaven's name are you doing here?" I asked in complete astonishment. What is she doing here? Wasn't she suppose to be home?

"I came to see you, silly!" She pulled out a pouty-face and placed a hand on her hip. Her light brown, almost blonde, hair cascaded her shoulders in locks of curls. She was wearing a khaki colored skirt with black colored high heels. Her top half was covered by a khaki colored blazer-like jacket with a white undershirt. Her face was consumed by make-up, eyeliner, lipstick, and anything else imaginable to paint a woman's face with.

"…To see me?" I repeated her words as I looked at her like she was crazy. To be honest, I didn't want her here. My mind screamed to me that part of the reason why was because I was afraid she'll steal the twins away from me. Wait…what? Stupid brain…

I was really scared of that happening, actually. To men, my sister was indeed…beautiful…gorgeous even. Me? I wasn't anything to look at. Average. Plain. Nothing.

"Well of course!" She flashed me a smile.

"…Who's that?"

"I think that's her sister…"

"What's all that…that stuff on her face…?"

"How should I know…?" I was listening to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker behind me. I wanted to laugh at their reactions, completely pleased that Sunstreaker sounded disgusted by my sister's mascara.

"Oh, and what do we have here?" My sister pushed me aside and walked right into my house.

"You're welcome to come in. 'Why thank you sister'. No problem sis." I talked to myself as I pretended thatVictoriathanked me for letting her in. But my attention to that subject was cut short as I sawVictoriamove over to the twins. Oh no…

"Why, Jacqueline-"

"Please call me Jackie." I addressed this to her before in the past, but it never caught on yet.

"Sure. Who are these two dashing gentlemen?" I saw her bat her lashes at them but the twins looked utterly confused.

"Friends." Scowling, I was hoping she would leave soon.

"Friends huh?" She looked back at them. "Pleasure to meet you two, I'mVictoria."

"Uh, likewise." Sideswipe looked a little uncomfortable. "Sideswipe."

"Sunstreaker." Sunstreaker didn't bother to make any other comment as he addressed himself. He didn't look all too pleased either.

"Those are the twins, they're staying here for a while and I would appreciate it if you didn't harass them." Narrowing my gaze at her, I walked over to them.

"Twins huh?" She grinned like a devil and leaned in to me. "So which one's yours…?" She whispered.

"Excuse me?" I asked. "Neither. They're just friends." I tried to explain in a calm manner.

"Ohhh…So that means they're both up for grabs…?" She giggled.

"What? No!" I hissed.

"But I thought you said-"

"Anyways!" I yelled out. I was hoping the twins didn't hear anything of the previous conversation. "Why are you seriously here?"

"Is it so wrong to come all the way out here to see my sister?"

"Yes." I squinted at her, knowing all too well that she hardly ever considered me her sister.

"Fine. I wanted to see the gift daddy gave you." She put both her hands up in defense as she backed away a few inches.

"If I show you, will you leave?" I was kind of tired of playing nice. Well, to her at least. My female hormones were kicking into high gear already…

"Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?" She looked at the twins and then winked at me. Ugh, normally, I'd blush. But coming from her? I could tolerate it.

"Yes or no."

"Okay, okay, yes, I will." She sighed. "If you two don't mind, I'd like to speak with her in private?" As she started taking me outside.

"Uh…sure." Sideswipe was the one making all of the comments since my sister arrived. Sunstreaker was still silent.

And with that answer, both of us were outside of the house as I was showing her to the garage. It was silent until I opened up the door to show her the yellow Lamborghini. She ran her hands all over it. Ugh, she's getting her money-grubbing handprints all over it…

"It's nice."

"Yeah, it is." I replied with a bored expression.

"How much?"

"What…?"

"How much do you want for it?" I saw her look at me with a stern face. I think she was serious.

"Well I'm sorry, it's not mine." I shrugged. It was true.

"Well it's not daddy's either so who did you sell it to?"

"It's Sunstreaker's and I didn't sell it to him."

"You gave it to him?" She looked ticked. Really ticked.

"Not exactly. It was his from the beginning."

"What do you mean? Daddy bought this for you. It's yours." She hissed.

"No, it isn't. It's a complicated story but it's Sunstreaker's. End of discussion." I spat back at her.

"Don't use that tone with me, brat." She was in my face in a matter of seconds, towering over me by a few inches. You know, I'd be tall too in heels. "I came all the way here, to this desert wasteland state, to buy this stupid car from you."

"Why? So you can just have everything that's mine like always?" Glaring at her, I felt my own teeth grit.

"Oh shut up. No one cares about you. Besides that god-awful father of ours." She just rolled her eyes.

"So? Wait, how do you…?"

"Oh please! I read that stupid letter the old man wrote before it was sent out. I hope he's rotting in hell for what he said in that letter."

"Shut your trap!" I yelled at her. "You're just upset because it was finally not all about you!" I snapped.

"Damn right I'm upset! It wouldn't be like that if he didn't adopt your sorry ass into the family!"

"He wouldn't have had to adopt me if you weren't such a spoiled little brat!" I'm guessing that hit a nerve because suddenly, I was looking off to the side. The left side of my face burned as my mind just registered that she had slapped me. I turned my head to face her and my expression darkened. No…I wasn't going to hit her…

"You have no right to talk, you worthless little street dog!" Her face was turning red.

"No, I don't. But quite frankly, I don't care." I wasn't going to continue on with playing her shouting game. "Dad was the one with the money in the family. Later he met mom and asked her to marry him. She was the one with no money in the family. But then she got everything she wanted, even a little bratty kid to top it." I glared atVictoria. "You got too use to living the luxury, because you were born in it. I wasn't and I think that's what dad appreciated. I didn't act like a spoiled brat that got everything she ever wanted."

"Right. And I'm getting this talk from a castaway like you? Please! Your real parents didn't even want you! Then you were lucky enough to be picked out by that dumb old man!" She managed to grab a handful of my shirt and pulled me close to her face.

"Shut up!" I growled, refusing to let my weak side come out by crying.

"No one likes you! The only one that did, died! And thank goodness! I bet those guys in there don't even really like you! They probably saw you as an easy target to rob and get what all men want!"

"Shut up! No! They aren't like that!" I wasn't going to cry…don't cry. Instead of crying, I shoved her off of me and scowled at her. "You know what? The car isn't yours. You're still a spoiled brat. I hope you fall in a hole. And rot in hell. Leave." I pointed off towards the car I spotted outside in front of my house. I didn't let my expression fall as she glared daggers at me.

"Little ingrate." She spat in my face before whipping around and actually leaving. I heard an angry crunch as she stomped her way to her car. Sounded like she snapped her ankle. But who cares. I stood in front of the garage until she got into her car and drove off, wheels screeching and everything.

I was still trying to resist the urge to cry. She's always there to make my life miserable in some form even if I live so far away from her! I tried venting myself out before going back inside the house. I leaned myself up against the frame of the garage door. I noticed my vision was blurred as I tried calming my thoughts. Knowing full well that I wasn't crying, I reached up to my face to realize my glasses weren't there. My mind snapped back to reality when I concluded that they probably were smacked off of me whenVictoriahit me. Figures. Wait…Another realization hit me. Don't tell me that crunching sound from earlier was…

I walked over to the spot I thought I heard the noise from earlier. Looking on the ground, I found what I was looking for…well, sort of. I picked up the frame of the black rimmed glasses. One of the lenses had one big crack running from one corner and splitting into two other cracks that ran in opposite directions. The other lenses were completely destroyed because when I picked it up, it fell to pieces right out of the frame.

"Just my freakin' luck…" I groaned. I sure hope that there was a spare set sitting somewhere around my room. Even if they're just my reading glasses.

Something in me managed to keep me from blowing up on spot. I was thankful for it, for it could have gone worse. Way worse. I was about ready to go back inside when I needed to do something. I rummaged through a few rags in a container before grabbing the cleanest one. There was no way I was leaving Sunstreaker's car tainted with that brat's hand prints. Hand prints, not fingerprints. Buffing in small circular motions, I swiped every inch of the car that was exposed to my sister's stupid paws.

The car seemed to shine a little bit more than usual and that left me satisfied. I tossed the rag back into the container I found it in as I closed the garage door and headed back into the house.

Well done to the reviewers who guessed it was either one of Jackie's family members or her sister.

I was really considering on throwing Barricade in there, so Jackie could learn about the existence of the Autobots and Decepticons much quicker then I wanted to, buuut I thought that would have rushed things so I didn't. Perhaps he might make an appearance later on? Oh ho ho, who knows?

So Jackie and Victoria really have a great sister relationship going on, huh? Yup...Nah, just kidding. They get along as well as two feral cats stuck together in a small room.

I hope you all enjoyed! Hopefully there will be another chapter update very soon!