Sorry for the late start today- I would have updated earlier but I was taking care of my dad who just had major heart surgery and accidentally fell down and hurt my arm.

If the chapter suck's I'm sorry. Maybe I can redo it, maybe not. It's just a filler chap anyways.

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Optimus and Sara watched seven DVD's together before eight pm, the first three being by the comedian Iliza Shlesinger, which gave Optimus a small inside look into a female's mind before he felt the need to ask questions. A majority of which Sara simply told him 'no' too until he just stopped asking and simply sat there. The next two DVD's had been one of Robin Williams, and another by Lewis Black. Followed by Christopher Titus.

All of whom were funny people with dark-ish outlooks on life.

Sometime between the fifth and seventh DVD, Sara began cooking dinner herself and him- steak, mashed potato's with baked potato fixin's, a salad with three different dressings (one of which was a big thing of buttermilk ranch) and some cut up fruit. Whereas her grandparents was getting home made chicken salad, mac-n-cheese, and some cut up fruit.

So once the sixth DVD was done, she peeked out of the kitchen to ask if he wanted to join her for dinner. Optimus would have liked to refuse and tell her to not go to the trouble, but once he found out that she had already cooked for him- he didn't dare to refuse. He would have offended if he did.

So once the seventh DVD was in the player, playing- she handed him some plates, glasses and forks/knives and told him to set the coffee table with them.

A little uncertain about what he was doing, he decided not to question her and quickly set the coffee table in the living room and then returned to the kitchen to help her carry stuff out.

Once everything was laid out on the table, he looked at her to see what she would do next and was oddly surprised when she sat down on the floor across from him and began fixing both of their plates, occasionally pausing to ask him what he wanted on his plate.

Causing a strangely warm feeling to emanate from the vicinity of his spark.

The two ate together and talked about small things. Optimus knew more about her than she knew about him, so she asked him questions like what his favorite past time was- it varied from one extreme to another. But he stuck with normal 'human' answers since he couldn't just say, Cracking Decepticon skulls together and kicking Megatron's ass.

Though that was a favorite past time for him.

She asked him his favorite music- jazz/classic rock- his favorite color/colors- black, red and blue...go figure. His favorite foods- he had none as of yet since he hadn't completely tried all that much human food. What did he do to relax? He either ran or kicked the crap out of the person stressing him.

Of course she looked at him rather oddly when he said that, so he tried to deflect from the question by acting like he had been joking.

How old was he? He counted with the same question and got a, "It's rude to ask a girl her age." To which he asked, "And it isn't rude to ask a guy?" Causing her to laugh softly and shake her head so he had to take a moment to slowly calculate his human age as around seventeen.

What was his favorite childhood memory? His response was looking at the stars and wondering if there was life in the universe. Sara responded with a- "I thought I was abducted by alien's once...turns out that I was sort of kidnapped by my grandpa's Mexican friend when I had a really, really high fever and was delirious."

Optimus snorted and quickly placed a hand over his mouth to keep her from seeing his smile of amusement.

She asked if he had ever had any pets. He merely thinned his lips to keep from blurting out Jazz's name. Because at one point he had been so pissed at him that he had demoted him from his second in command to pet. It had only lasted for a week, but Jazz had been thoroughly incensed by the demotion.

Due to her questions time seemed to pass much more quickly, or at the very least seemed like it did. And before he knew it- it was eight pm and he needed to leave her.

They said their goodbye's and he quietly slipped out, feeling a little badly about not sticking around to help with the dishes. However he didn't bother going home right away, instead he walked several blocks to the local market and purchased as much buttermilk ranch and meats and potato's and fruits as he could for three hundred dollars and then started back towards home, however stopped at a local Pizza Hut to grab the others something for dinner since he saw no point in cooking for them because he had already eaten.

Not long after he stepped back out onto the streets with five large pizza's ranging from plain cheese, to meat lovers to two supreme's and one Hawaiian pizza with ham and pineapple, and started walking again. The food would be cool by the time he got home, but at least no one would starve, he mused as he walked passed Sara's home and made a mental note to deliver everything that he had bought for her first thing in the morning while it was still cold out to keep the meats and fruits from going bad.