Disclaimer: Yeah, once again, I don't own anything. And I never will. Let's just keep it at that.
Author's Note: WOAHHH! TWO UPDATES! ... Yes, you guys get another update. So, this is your early Christmas present guys! :) Hope you like it!
Warnings: Unsupervised high-school party (... well, maybe it is supervised.), Sassy!Arcee, and jealous ex-boyfriend with red-hair.
Saturday nights were very boring for Erica.
Most of the time, her foster parents and the twins would go to a dance tournament in Vegas or some other city close by while Erica ended up staying at the house with Chance by her side. Sometimes Myra would pop in and bug the blonde about the latest video game that came out. The two would sit on the couch and play the Wii, watch Disney movies, and eat Erica's famous cupcakes. And this weekend wasn't any different. Brian, Diana, and the twins had traveled to some dance competition in Winchester, NV that weekend.
So, being grounded by her foster parents about "running away with the new kid with strange blue hair", Erica was currently curled up on her couch with Chance lying next to her and was watching some videos of her previous games on her laptop. "And the crowd goes wild! Erica Houston has done it again! The Eagles have surely got themselves a rising star on their hands!" The blonde muttered, repeating every word from the commentator. She closed the video with a sigh and pulled out her headphones, shutting down her laptop with a frustrated snort.
Chance glanced up at his master and whimpered, rubbing his nose on her arm. He sensed that she was upset and simply wanted to be there for her. The blonde ruffled the Border Collie's fur and patted him on the head. She got up from the couch and ran a hand through her hair, letting out a yawn. The basketball star grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter and began to check for any messages.
1 new text message from Myra Daniels.
With a shake of her head, the blonde opened the message and read the text: It's not much of a party without one of the main guests of honor! Now get your sorry butt over here! I'm bloody DYING here! D:
Chance trotted over to the blonde and barked once. He jumped up and placed his paws on the counter top where Erica was leaned against. She laughed at her friend's message and shook her head.
"What do you think Chance? Should I go to the party or stay here?" Erica asked the black and white dog.
The Border Collie barked once. Erica smirked and ran her fingers through her friend's fur. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then." She quickly replied to Myra's text and sent her answer.
Party don't start till I walk in, am I right? ;) See you soon!
Erica sat down her phone on the counter and jogged upstairs with Chance trailing behind her. The girl went to her room, walked to her closet and pulled out a dress and a pair of nude colored, peep-toe heels to match. She darted to the bathroom and shut the door while Chance clambered up onto the bed and settled down. He stared at the closed bathroom door and waited patiently for his master to return.
Within a few minutes of going into the bathroom, the blonde stepped out in a champagne colored, strapless dress. The dress was made of a soft lightweight shimmering sequin lace fabric, a ruched empire waist and a multi-tiered cupcake hemline design. The girl had her naturally curly blonde hair pinned up by hair-pins, with a light amount of make-up on and then twirled around the room.
"So..." Erica placed her hands on her hips and examined herself in the full length mirror. "What do you think, Chance? Think some of the soccer guys will like it?" The girl questioned with a twirl. The Border Collie barked and yipped in reply to his master. The blonde grinned and then grabbed her satchel from her desk. She patted the black and white dog on the head and ruffled his fur.
"I'll be back before midnight. Be a good boy and try not to make a mess of the house or you will have to help me clean up later." Erica spoke. Chance watched as the girl walked out of the room and waved in goodbye. She grabbed her pea coat from the coat closet and slipped it on. Erica went downstairs, grabbed her phone, and walked out of the house, locking the front door.
The girl headed out into the night, wrapping her arms around her body and walking towards her friend's house. Sure was kind of a long walk but Erica would just have to deal with weird cold, bitter Nevada air. The blonde heard the sound of an engine rumbling behind her and looked back to see Jack, helmet on, and his bike. The girl chuckled and shook her head, waving at the dark haired boy.
"Want a ride to Myra's?" Jack asked, taking off his helmet.
Erica blushed and brushed back a strand of her hair. "How did you know?"
Jack pulled out his phone and waved it at Erica. "Miko sent me a text earlier. Said that she and Myra were gonna have a Guitar Hero face-off." The dark haired teen spoke, shoving his phone back into his pocket.
Erica laughed at the mentioning of her friend versus the foreign exchange student. "Okay, this I gotta see. Myra will never let anyone take away her title as Queen of Guitar Hero." The pretty blonde murmured. "I think she may be more competitive than me..."
Jack laughed. "I'm not sure if anyone is more competitive than you, Erica." The dark haired boy replied. Erica rolled her eyes at her friend and climbed on the silent motorcycle. Jack put his helmet back on and scooted forward for Erica to fit behind him. The blonde pressed herself up against Jack's back, wrapping her arms around his middle.
"There's something you should know about me, Erica." The bike actually spoke sounding a lot like that one female robot from the night before. The sudden conversation made the blonde jump in surprise.
"What's that?" She asked.
The blue bot's engine revved. "I was built for speed."
Erica's eyes widened in fear at the sound of that.
Jack glanced back at the blonde and smiled softly at her. "Believe me; she's not kidding about that."
The girl opened her mouth to protest but let out a yelp when the bike gunned her engine and sped down the street. Erica squeezed tightly around Jack's waist, closing her eyes and burying her face into his back. They made a couple of sharp turns while Erica clung onto Jack's back for dear life. The boy blushed under his helmet and then glared down at the motorcycle's console as they turned onto Myra's street. Hearing a huff, Jack felt the Autobot slow to a reasonable speed as Erica lifted her head up from the boy's back.
"Is it over?" The girl squeaked, her eyes wide and terrified. Jack nodded as they pulled to a stop. He helped the shaking teen off the motorcycle who instantly latched herself onto his arm.
"You two have fun. Try not to run into any Cons or get thrown in jail." The blue Autobot chuckled, turning her wheels towards Jack. The dark haired boy blushed and turned to shout something at his guardian but lost his chance when she gunned the engine and sped away.
"Sooo, you know about them too?"
Erica looked up at Jack and then smiled in embarrassment realizing she was holding onto his arm still. She let go blushing. "It seems I do… "
"It's crazy, you know? We're not alone in the world." He shoved his hands into his pocket.
"Yeah… Crazy if that's what you want to call it." Erica dryly laughed before shaking her head. "Thanks for the ride again, Jack. Uhm, though your bike seems really..." The girl trailed off.
"Abrasive? Forceful? Protective?"
"I was aiming for a compliment..." The blonde spoke with a quirked brow.
Jack blushed again and rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Yeah, sorry, Arcee is definitely… something else."
Erica quietly laughed before turning to go into Myra's neighborhood. "We should probably get to the party before Myra tries to murder Miko."
"…Why should we do that?" Jack muttered as he followed her.
Myra fingered her cup of punch as she glided past a group of sophomores who had arrived early. So far so good. She was dressed in a dark red tank top and a pair of ripped up dark blue jeans that hugged her abdomen and hips respectively. A set of black knee-high boots were laced up finishing her look. Around her wrists were bracelets featuring her favorite bands and video games while her long black hair was tied up in a red bandana.
Peeking her head in around the corner she nodded in satisfaction before walking off again. The kitchen was well stocked with snacks and drinks, the rec room downstairs was set up with the Xboxes and a Fooseball table to keep some of more rowdy high-schoolers entertained, and the alcohol cabinet and rooms, other than the necessary bathrooms, were all locked with her having the only set of keys. She took a sip of her drink as she passed the living room which had been transformed into the dance floor. The DJ, one of her good friends, was set up in a corner with stereo speakers all around and a colored disco ball, and a Mac laptop hooked up to the sound system. He caught her eye and gave her a thumbs-up saying he was ready to go. She nodded her head and returned the gesture, still feeling nervous. Hearing the doorbell ring made her even more so.
Will you relax?! Keep stressing yourself out like this and you're going to have smoke and sparks blowing out your ears. She reprimanded herself as she walked up to the front door and opening it pasting a smile on her lips. You hunt, fish, shoot archery, and you can apparently talk down a highly intelligent sass speaking, asinine twenty- sorry, sixteen foot giant alien robot who turns into a flashy sports car. You deserve a party after what you went through... Now feeling good about herself, Myra lead the newest guests into the living room.
After about ten minutes, more and more guests had showed up. It was starting to get crowded with everybody standing since most of the spots at the tables and couches were taken. Myra frowned from her perch on the stairs, still keeping her eye out for her best friend. Where is she? The teenager looked at her phone and scowled, seeing no new messages. She better get here soon… I'm dying here.
Erica with Jack on her arm walked up to the house and paused when she saw the lights flashing and music vibrating through the house. The two exchanged familiar looks. "I think this is the place." Jack remarked sarcastically. The blonde snorted. "I guess it is." Reluctantly, the pair strode up to the house and rang the door bell. Myra jumped up at the sound and rushed to the door, opening it. "There you are!"
Erica held out her arms in response. "I've come to bail you out!"
The teen hugged her tightly before dragging her in. "Thank god I was dying of boredom without my best friend here."
Erica surveyed the area and saw several of the guys from the soccer, lacrosse, and football teams in the living room. None of them at all shabby-looking which made the blonde shake her head. "Bored? There is a room full of cute guys and you say that you're bored?"
"... I know." Myra scowled before pointing out a single redhead boy laughing amongst them. "That's why." Erica cringed as she followed her finger. "Oh. HIM." The blonde bit her lip.
Myra nodded. "Miko didn't know and invited him..." The basketball star leaned over and whispered, "Want me to kick him out? I have four-inch heels on my right now."
She thought about it before sighing."…As much as I would love you for doing it... that won't be necessary."
Erica quirked a brow in confusion before scowling and grabbing her friend by the wrist and turned to Jack who simply stared at the blonde. "Excuse us, I need to borrow the host for a moment." With that said, Erica dragged her best friend into the kitchen where a couple was up against the fridge, sucking face with each other. "OUT!" The blonde barked. The couple broke away and then scrambled away like scared puppies with their tails tucked in between their legs. Erica made sure that no one else was near and then whirled around to her best friend. "Sometimes, I don't get you! You hate this guy! I mean, hello! He cheated on you! I don't see any good reason why he should even be here! So, why not throw him out?"
"Because... I don't want to start a commotion that could possibly lead to a repeat of last night..." Myra rubbed her arms turning her head away. "...plus I don't want to drag you into something I started... scratch that - what he started." She corrected herself.
Erica sighed. "Myra, you're my best friend and I don't want to see you hurt. I know you would do the same for me..."
She gave her friend a small smile and put a hand on her shoulder. "If he does any stupid stunt tonight I give you permission to knock his ass out."
Erica punched her fist into the air with a laugh. "YES! That is my specialty!"
Myra snickered before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leading her back into the living room. "Yes... yes it is."
Erica gave a lopsided grin at her friend before her eyes widened. "...Where did he come from?" She pointed out a boy leaning against the far wall.
"Hmm?" Myra looked to where she was pointing before braking. There was no way it could be him. "Holy..." Her jaw dropped.
The boy that Erica was pointing at turned his head and sent them both a smirk that revealed his true character and identity. "Ciao, signorinas," he purred as he strode towards them. His dark eyes and gorgeous olive colored skin were gleaming in the low pulsating light. His black hair was long enough to be pulled into a low slung ponytail with a few locks hanging, accentuating his angular face. Myra's jaw threatened to drop even further as Erica blinked at him in shock.
"Uhm, heh... Hi." Myra stammered as she waved. Her cheeks were a bright pink as the boy continued to stare at her.
The boy sent Myra an equally charming smile and grabbed her hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed her hand gently, before giving her a wink. Erica gaped at the unfamiliar boy in front of them. There is really something off about this guy. It's like I know him from somewhere… The blonde huffed and then folded her arms over her chest. "Well, I can see you two are hitting it off. I'll just go get some punch." The girl muttered with a snort.
Myra blushed a bright red before sending her friend a glare. Ditcher! She then turned back nervously smiling. "I don't believe I've seen you around here before signore."
"'Signore'? Come on, a little formal, aren't we, Myra?" The boy spoke with a grin. Annd... there he goes showing those teeth of his. Erica rolled her eyes and then walked away from the pair. Now that I think about it… He kind of looked like that guy from one of Myra's video games. What's his name again? Eddie? Eduardo? Ah right… Ezio! She snorted again. Myra never did shut up about him. Poor guy if she ever realizes that. She caught sight of Jack and immediately raced towards him.
Her eyes widened in surprise before jerking her hand out of his grasp. "How the hell do you know my name?" She glared.
The boy threw his head back and laughed. "Well, let's see. I'm currently sitting in your garage right now."
The teen blinked at him in surprise before looking at the garage and then back at him, understanding slowly dawning on her. "Mirage-?"
"MYRA!" She jumped back in surprise before looking past his shoulder and groaning. "Oh no not now..."
The holoform rolled up the sleeves of his black-button up, revealing more of his tanned-skin which made Myra want to fan herself. Oh my god he's hot… Mirage jerked his head towards the red-head that was walking towards them. "You know him?" He asked.
"My... my ex..." She muttered wishing she just could disappear through the wall. She bit her lip and pressed her back against the wall. "...I was hoping he would just ignore me..."
Mirage quirked a brow at her sudden reaction. "Want some help?" The holoform questioned the dark-haired girl. "I'm a spy. It's my job to portray as someone else."
"I can handle it." She glared and pushed past him. Can't believe I thought him hot. UGH.
Mirage turned to watch the scene unfold and leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. His eyes fell on the girl and smirked. He really wished for some energon goodies right now. This was about to get really interesting.
"What do you want, Wes?" Myra crossed her arms and glared at the red head. "I'm trying to enjoy this party."
The red-head smiled. "Aww, c'mon Myra, I'm just having a little fun. Besides, it was your sister that sent me the text."
"She isn't my sister." She growled balling her fists. "She's only a foreign exchange student temporarily living here at my house."
"Alright, alright, so she's not your sister. My bad." Wes laughed. He grinned at the dark-haired girl and placed a hand on her wrist. "So, how's my swimmer doing?"
The slightly shorter teen jerked her wrist out of his grasp still glaring. "That's none of your freaking business, you backstabbing cheater!" She snapped.
Wes held his hands up in surrender, appearing to be offended. "Hey! Take it easy now! I was just asking a question."
Noticing the sudden change, Mirage pushed himself from the wall and strode over to where Myra and Wes were, slipping an arm around the girl's shoulder which made her stiffen. "Is there any problem here?" He asked, narrowing his dark eyes at Wes.
"I told you I can handle it." She muttered under her breath to him.
Mirage leaned down to her ear. "Just let me do my job." The dark-haired girl glared up at him. "And what's that?" She whispered harshly.
"Simple," He replied. "…To protect you."
"From Cons, not pesky ex-boyfriends." She snapped back at him moodily.
"He's a threat. Cons are threats. I see no difference." Mirage replied with a smirk. He lifted his head back up to see Wes' hardened look, pulling Myra closer to his chest in response which only made her blush more.
"I can easily take him..." She muttered under her breath while Wes shook in quiet anger. She watched him grit his teeth and curl his hands into fists. He fought back a snarl as he ground out, "So, who's this Myra?"
"I'm... Raj. An exchange student. From Italy." The holoform convincingly lied. "Myra and I were pen-pals for about a year and so, we decided to meet each other face to face." Mirage said with a shrug. He sent Myra a grin. Yeah, there was a reason he was made for being a spy: he was an expert in lying and conning. That might be the reason why he's so good at talking himself out of things...
She glanced over from the corner of her eyes and raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah… Although he could have told he was coming today." She remarked dryly elbowing his hard in the ribs.
Mirage shrugged again not at all affected by the hard jab. "I wanted it to be a surprise, cara."
She tried not to blush as her internal translator went off. "Well you certainly surprised me that's for sure."
"I'm full of surprises." Mirage smirked a. He sent Wes a dark look who took that as a threat. The red-head opened his mouth to say something but snorted and turned to leave. He stalked away; his anger bristling and blood boiling for being made a fool. Mirage shook his head with a laugh. "Primus, I never thought I would be able to do something like that again." He murmured his arm still around Myra's shoulder.
"Do what?" She scowled."Piss someone off? Cause you surely did that with no problem."
"I do that all the time. It's like a second language to me. You should have seen what I did to Ratchet back on Cybertron. It was pure genius." The spy replied. He paused for a moment and opened his mouth to say something but then froze when he saw a familiar face running towards them. It was Raf. The younger boy bent over, panted and then stood back up. "The cops are coming! Someone must've called them!"
"SAY WHAT?!" Myra yelped before groaning. "Aw hell," she cursed as scrambled to the DJ and turned the music off. "EVERYBODY OUT!"
Mirage looked down at Raf. "Well, that was a short party." He stated in slight disappointment. The boy with glasses nodded disappointed himself. "First high-school party I've ever been to and it only lasted half an hour."
Myra was trying to get to the kitchen for that was where she saw Erica last, but the now panicked mob rushing towards the door was making that hard. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
Erica grabbed onto Jack's arm, dragging him towards the sound of her friend's voice, trying to pry her way out of the raging mob of teenagers. "MYRA! C'MON! LET'S GET OUTTA HERE!"
"I'm trying to!" Came the muffled reply. "Help I'm getting drowned by all the perfume and sweat!"
"Don't forget the tears!" Jack called out. Erica sent him a harsh look and caught sight of her friend. The blonde raced forward, dragging Jack behind her and tackling her best friend into a hug. The girls embraced one another and grinned when they broke apart. Mirage, Raf, and Miko jogged over to the other three as the house finally emptied.
Miko glanced around the house. "Now what?"
And that's when they heard the sirens.
Myra turned around slowly before glaring with pure hatred at Miko who was cowering in fear of the raging teen. "Have I ever told you how much I despise you?"
A/N: Ahh, so much love am I right? I can tell you that Michelle and I had a lot of fun writing this. It was priceless. :) Anyways, don't forget to review! See ya next time with another update!
