Messy Messy
Selena's P.O.V.
I remember the first time me and Sam laid out a lie together set on our parents. We both didn't want to go to school because Sam didn't want to get pushed around by Trent, and me? Well I was a badass back then and we don't like school.
Sam pretended to have the chickenpox: with flushed red skin and painted red-orange polka dots. I made him be the sick one because I didn't want everyone at school to know I have gotten the chickenpox. I had put hot water on Sam's forehead just to warm him up as if he was burning with a fever.
Mom and dad believed the lie and didn't send me to school, afraid that I too had gotten the illness and would spread it throughout school. In the end, me and Sam watched movies together in my room, eating popcorn while our cold chicken soup layed on my computer desk.
"No, no, no, I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna do the trash cans and I'm gonna scrape the grill and I'm gonna, I'm gonna sweep up the whole, uh, house. Right now." Sam said. He looked towards at Optimus, trailing off in the end, but determined to get dad to stay inside the house.
"Tonight, right now?" Dad questioned uncertainly.
"Right now." Sam confirmed, looking back at Dad.
I jumped a little just to catch Bumblebee peeking out of the side of our house, bringing his index finger or whatever they call it to his lips.
"Ssh, ssh ssh" Bee shushed to us. I wanted to facepalm, but what I mostly wanted to do was laugh. That was so adorable.
I stood up straight and took up a serious expression, ignoring them autobots.
"The- uh-" Sam panicked. I held his hand and held it tightly to reassure him that everything would be alright. Sam relaxed against the side of the screened door, staring at dad. "I love you. God, I love you just so much right now."
I let go of Sam's hand and looked to my right to see Bee looking at us and towards where Optimus appeared from.
"You know, Mom wanted me to ground you two." Dad said, looking down. He then looked back up at us. "You're three minutes late." He finished off. I sighed, putting my hands on my hips.
Mother can sure be a worried woman and a menacing one to.
I looked again to the right to see that Optimus was standing near the fence, with folded arms. It seemed weird, especially when Bee kept sending signals to Optimus to be quiet.
"Right? Oh, well, just another thing you did for us, Dad, because you're such a swell guy." Sam said, leaning away from the door. I sighed, wondering where Sam got that from. There was no way dad was a swell guy. He's more of a cheap-happy-go-lucky type. In fact,. He never gives us an allowance.
Bee omitted electronic sounds, looking away from us.
"One more thing, huh?" Dad said, leaving from the kitchen door.
"All right, I love you!" Sam said. Bee looked back at us, staring at me as I stared right back at him.
Is it me or does his blue electronic eyes make him look so innocent?
"Sleep good, handsome man!" Sam exclaimed towards our gone dad.
I turned to stare at Sam quickly, mortified that Sam just said that.
Dad handsome? No way!
Sam then turned to look at the autobots as they stood up straighter and walked towards the center of the yard.
Optimus walked to the center of the backyard where the Wal-Mart fountain was placed, while the others entered the scene.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? No, watch the path! Watch the path! Watch the- please, please, please. No, no, wait. No, no, no! Oh, no!" Sam exclaimed as Optimus stepped on the fountain, completely destroying it. I sighed and facepalmed, feeling the future disappointment or anger that our parents are going to give to me and Sam. There is no way we are going to tell mom and dad the truth behind this. They'll kill us.
"Oh- oops. Sorry. My bad." Optimus apologized. I scoffed and walked towards Sam. The way Optimus said the apology seemed sincere and funny. I mean, a giant alien robot saying sorry? No way! Not in a million years. Although it sounds impossible, it's sweet and humane.
"Oh, I- you couldn't- You couldn't wait for five- you couldn't wait for five minutes? I told you to stay! Just stay! God!" Sam exclaimed, waving his arms and expressing his feelings out.
I walked towards him and grabbed his arms, holding him tightly.
"Okay Sam. Just calm down and take big breaths. While you're worrying about that, we should be dealing with more important matters like the glasses?" I said, looking at him in the eyes. "We are all going to do this together. You hear me?"
"Okay, okay." Sam said. Her started to take big breaths, breathing in and out. "Okay. I got this." He said. He then turned around to see Mikaela and Longshot walking on dads grass towards us. Well, fuck the grass. It'll grow back.
Sam ran towards them and I followed in pursuit.
"I told you both to watch them. I told you." Sam said, grabbing Mikaela's arms and looking at both of them.
"Sorry, man. We tried." Longshot said, sighing deeply.
"Okay, you know what? They seem to be in a little bit of a rush." Mikaela said, looking up at the autobots.
"What? You can't deal with five robots? Oh please, even a five-year-old can do better than you." I said, mainly pointing the comment to Mikaela.
"Would you shut up. It's way harder than dealing with you and Trent, okay, and we all know Trent can be a douche." Mikaela responded, glaring at me.
"Well sorry, but it ain't my fault you can't even control your boy toy." I said, glaring back at her.
"Watch it, skank." She yelled.
"Better than being a ho, bitch." I responded.
"Oh, this is bad." Sam said, watching us.
"Gah!" Mikaela yelled and pushed Sam out of the way, running at me, but was grabbed by Sam. Longshot stood in between and held my shoulders tightly as if he was going to break them.
"Hey! Look at me and not her." Longshot said, his voice deep and serious. I looked up at Longshot who was glaring deeply at me with fierce eyes. He was frowning and looked angry.
"What is wrong with you? Huh?" He said, shaking me back and forth.
"I'm sorry man. I lost control." I said, looking down at the ground feeling the guilt. What is wrong with me today?
The sound of a dog barking caught all of our attentions. We all turned around to see the light brown and white coat of Mojo who had wrapped around his neck a blue collar with spikes. He was looking at us and then raised up his right leg, peeing on the foot of no one else other than Ironhide's foot.
I screamed at the horror. Everyone in the group knows you shouldn't mess around Ironhide and especially pee on him. It's like you standing in front of an active missile ready to be set off on you. Ironhide moved his foot away and shook it to get Mojo's urine off his foot.
"No! Mojo, Mojo! Off the robot! God!" Sam yelled at Mojo and ran towards him as he was kicked off by Ironhide. Mojo whimpered as he stood back up, walking slowly away from Ironide.
"Nnh, wet." Ironhide grumbled, looking down at his foot with disappointment.
I ran away from Longshot and stood besides Sam as he picked up Mojo who whimpered in his arms.
"No no no no no no!" Sam kept saying. "Easy! Easy! Hold on! Hold!"
Ironhide stopped shaking his foot and moved towards Sam, looking really upset.
"This is Mojo. This is Mojo. He's a pet of mine." Sam said, moving quickly away as Ironhide took out his weapon. He pointed it down at Sam and Mojo. I stepped back, panicking inside.
"He's a pet. Okay? That's all." Sam continued. He looked nervously at Ironhide as he again took out another weapon out.
"Hhh." Ironhide said, not really saying anything, but making a noise.
"If you could just put the guns away... Put the- put them away. Please." Sam moved his arms, motioning for Ironhide to put his weapons away. I shook my head in complete awe as the rotation on his weapons stopped.
"You have a rodent infestation." Ironhide said with his deep, dark voice. He turned back on his cannons and pointed it back at Sam.
"A what?" Sam said. He panicked and again motioned for Ironhide to put away his guns.
"Shall I terminate?" Ironhide requested.
"No no no no." Sam said. The others ran towards us, standing slightly behind me and Sam.
"He's not a rodent, he's a chihuahua." Sam said, pointing down at Mojo. I nodded, confirming the truth.
"This is my- this is my chihuahua. We love chihuahuas! Don't we?" Sam continued and looked at me, pointing the question to me.
"Yeah! Chihuahuas! They're great." I said halfheartedly. I mean, if I had to choose the type of dog it would be something cuter or mean looking. Mojo is nothing what I half expected for a pet, but he's lovable nonetheless.
"He's leaked lubricants all over my foot. Hnnh." Ironhide grumbled out. I sighed and bit the bottom of my lip. As long as Ironhide keeps talking, it starts to sound like an old man grumbling about everything.
"He peed on you?" Sam questioned even though we all knew that. "Bad Mojo. Bad Mojo!" This time he scolded Mojo.
I sighed and wiped my forehead of any sweat that was there. I felt like I just came back from PT class in JROTC.
"Bad Mojo." Ironhide said, copying what Sam has just said seconds ago.
"I'm sorry. He's got a male dominance thing. That's all it is." Sam said. I chuckled, trying to hide my smile. Wouldn't that mean that Mojo likes Ironhide or that Ironhide is now his?
"Hhh. My foot's gonna rust." Ironhide kept grumbling as he moved away. I couldn't hide my smile anymore until Sam pushed Mojo into my arms.
"Here." He said and walked around me.
"All right. Whoa- ah." Sam said as he ran in between Optimus legs. Optimus moved out of the way and stood back while me, Mikaela and Longshot stood where Sam left us. "Okay, okay. Ssh ssh. Shut up and go hide!" Sam whispered shouted at the autobots.
"Just hurry." Optimus said with a tint of urgency.
I stood still, petting Mojo's head as I watched Sam run inside the house. We had three entry ways to the house. One at the front door, another leading to the living room and the other to the kitchen. Sam just went through the living room back door.
Mojo barked from my arms and tried to get away from my hold. I held on tighter and kept petting him.
"So, uh, want to play 'I see'?" I asked, looking at Mikaela and Longshot. Mikaela looked at me as if I've grown two heads and Longshot shook his head with amusement. Heck, I was trying here to lighten the mood between me and Mikaela and what was she doing? She was ignoring me.
"No time to play, Selena. We got a mission objective on our hands." Longshot said. I sighed and nodded, petting Mojo's head.
"Autobots, recon." I could hear Optimus say to his autobot team.
"I know that." I said and turned around to see Bee staring at the window to the living room.
I gasped and dropped Mojo to the ground. "Oops." I said and ran to Bumblebee's side.
"Bee!" I whisper shouted. Bee jumped a little and turned to look at me with those beautiful, electrifying, blue eyes of his. He tilted his head to the side, giving off that curious expression. I giggled and looked at my parents who were in the living room. My mom was sitting down on the couch drinking red champagne while watching the news on the television. I giggled again as my father entered the room with his own glass of champagne.
They were talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying since a glass window was blocking their conversation from reaching me.
"Pretty interesting, huh?" I said, directing the question to Bee.
He let out the sound of a buzz and then a soft song came out of his radio to make it seem as if my parents were having a moment. I laughed, but not loudly for my parents to turn to look at us.
Bee looked at me cheerfully, probably happy to know that he has made me laugh. I wiped the tears off my eyes and smiled at Bee.
"You're awesome, Bee. When this is over, we should spend some time together." I said.
Bee whirred and nodded his head, accepting my offer. I grabbed his pinky and held it with my hand.
"Pinky promise?" I asked. He again tilted his head to the side. "A promise is a promise." A man's voice came out through the radio. I smiled and let go of his metal pinky, blushing.
I ran away from him and towards where Longshot and Mikaela still stood, watching the autobots.
"I don't even know if I should be here?" Mikaela said to Longshot. He just shook his head.
"You're free to leave, sweetheart. No one's stopping you." I said. I grabbed onto her hand and start to pull her. "Come on L. We got stuff to do!" I called out to Longshot.
I walked towards Optimus who stood near by Sam's bedroom window.
"Hey! Let go of me." Mikaela said from behind me. I stopped and pointed up to my brothers room.
"Up there is my brothers room. You are to get up there and help him search the glasses because it's a big labyrinth." I commanded. She stared up at the window and nodded.
"Okay. I could do that." She said.
"Good. Optimus!" I shouted. Optimus looked down at us and I pushed Mikaela to walk towards him.
"Take Mikaela to Sam's room." I said and he nodded. He placed his hand to the ground and she climbed on, laying down on the center of his hand.
I smiled and turned to look at Longshot.
"Come on, bro. We're going in ol' school." I said, smiling widely.
"Does this involve autobots?" He asked.
"Nope." I said. I grabbed hold of his left arm and start to pull him to the kitchen back door.
"Ohh." Longshot said from behind me.
A/N: Ay, What's up!
So, yeah, I'm a busy student in school, so sorry for the slow updates. Although I wish I weren't busy.
I have a project at the moment, homework to finish, chores to do and food to eat. I can't always be writing and typing for this story. Things take time.
Anyways, so how are you liking the story? I know it's in a slow pace, but I can't help it. I love putting extra mini stories in it and all. I'm just putting in the story some twists and more scenes.
Well, let's get onto the preview of next chapter.
PREVIEW:
-"Okay. I get you. We'll just be outside your room if you need us." I said.
-"Bee. Answer this truthfully. Did you just see me change, you know, my clothing?" I asked.
-It felt like an earthquake. Heck, I think it was.
-"I was once a teenager Selena and I know when someone is over. Especially a guy." She said and then walked over to the closet, grabbing hold of the door handle.
-"Yeah. I'm okay. This is just so deja vu for me right now." He said.
-I checked under the couch to find dust bunnies, a penny or was that a dime?, and an empty bag of chips.
~Cheerio~