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Celeste's pov
Okay…perhaps I'm more famous than I previously thought. But in my defense, I don't have a comment section on my web page. Maybe I should fix that. Anywhoo, being a judge is totally awesome, I mean the creativity I've seen in the costumes today rivals my own…speaking of which- "And now contestant number 4! My goodness, what a marvelous costume!"- the announcer proclaimed as Jazz sheepishly strode onto the stage eliciting a loud roar from the room full of people. I had to bite back a snicker, when his eyes slightly widened at the sight of the crowd. He took it in stride, quite literally, as he walked up, spun and walked back. No doubt, the other judges like his costume, I hope that he's smart enough not to say that I made it so that he isn't disqualified.
After another twenty contestants, our top five were brought out onto the stage, and surprise surprise, there's Jazz. "And now, our judges would like to ask their final five some questions." The MC said. Whelp, here goes. "I have a question for number…seven. Why of all characters did you choose Snake eyes from G.I. Joe?"
"I actually like the character a lot, and I wanted to challenge myself with his costume." They answered. I know it's wrong not to pick on Jazz, but I can't openly play favorites now can I? "I have a question for number four. What was your inspiration for your costume?" Jazz grinned widely, and I tried to warn him with my eyes, oh God, this'll be a train wreck. "Actually, my friend…she said that I reminded her o' him…so I decided to give it a whirl!" He said happily. Thank goodness that he didn't tell them the truth. "I also have a question for number 4…uhm…how long did it take you to make the costume?" She asked. Why do I have the suspicious feeling that, Jazz'll become eye candy? "It took me, bout three weeks to make it." He said with a happy shrug. Once he was through being ogled, and after we asked the others a lot of questions, we finally had to come to a decision. It was unanimous. Jazz won, first prize, and the funny thing? First prize was a collectors set of Static Shock comics, as well as a trophy. I'm pretty sure he's happy.
Once the contest was over, we had an open meet and greet, and holy God. There are so many people who want to meet me! "OH MY GOD ITS REALLY YOU!"
"YOU MAKE THE CUTEST STUFF!"
"HOW FAST CAN YOU MAKE COSTUMES?!"
"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CONSIDEREING HAVING YOUR OWN LINE OF NON-COSTUMIZED DESIGNS?!"
Were among the questions that were shouted at me as people ran up. After what felt like minutes of insanity, the security guards got the crowd under control. Then it became more like a Q and A. Somebody actually wanted my autograph! I must be really famous for that kind of thing to happen! After two hours of talking about designs and hearing multiple pleas for commissions and personal designs, I was set free to explore the con for the rest of the day. Finding Jazz and the others was easier than expected, they were standing outside the door, with loads of bags. "Uh, hey. Did ya'll go shopping or something?"
"YEAH!" Jazz nearly screeched as he held up the huge bags, two containing his prizes, the others containing all sorts of weird stuff. "Is…is that a fuzzy yellow alpaca?" I giggled as Bee pulled out his and snuggled it. "Yeah…I saw ya looking at 'em when we ran by earlier…and so…"
"Aww! Thank you! I will so pay you back! How did you know that yellow is my absolute favorite color?"
"Yer my charge! I'm 'spossed to know that kinda stuff!" He said with his usual easy going grin as we began to walk away from the massive hall and into the crowds. Once we were far enough away, I let out the breath that I didn't know that I was holding, making everyone look at me strangely. "Tough crowd?" Sam asked as he brushed off the other teens walking past ogling his costume. "Mmm, not a tough crowd per say. More like screaming adoring fans I didn't know I had. They want me to make more stuff, and I put on my site once that I wanted to have my own collection…they wanna see that too. I don't have much."
"I knew that ya were famous! I knew it! We gotta promote ya more now! I gotta keep more people 'way from ya now too. Hmm. Might need ta start packin mace."
"Oh stop being so dramatic Jazz! She'll be fine, what with her favorite super hero standing right next to her." Bee teased as we continued to wander aimlessly through the convention. Sometime later (and after more shopping!) We wound up at the snack avenue. Nacho cheese…ugggh! Never gonna eat that ish again. Mmmm, deep fried snickers. Now that sounds good! "Ratchet'll kill us." Mikaela said softly as we all got in line. "More like the soldiers will out of jealousy!" Leo said as he glanced at the menu again. We can have anything that we want. Pizza, burgers, hotdogs…anything! Me, I got a sprite and a couple slices of peperoni pizza, Sam and Mikaela got some cheese fries to split and Leo got a hot dog. This is the awesomeness of civilian life with robotic friends from outer space. But alas all good things must come to an end. We left for base at the end of the night, and let me tell you, the exhaustion was real. All I could do when I got back was feed Minty and pass out.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
8:30 am….no alterations or designs that need my attention right now.
"PLEASE GET UP! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! WE WANNA GO SOMEWHERE!"
"Ja-azz! St-op b-oun-cing on me! Go where?"
"We wanna go get a wash! C'mon please? Please?"
I cracked an eye open to see him bouncing me- "Are you wearing the maroon shirt you bought when you first met me?"- I asked as I stretched my back. "Yeah. So can we go? Huh? Huh? Please?" I got out of bed and looked outside to see Jazz wave at me. "You are fragging pristine. No, I am not going to indulge your and Bee's obsession. And I don't think Sam wants to either." I said as I poured Minty a bowl of food. Diet cat food, he still needs to lose a little weight. Jazz pouted and crossed his arms as I got ready for the day. By the time I came out of the bathroom fully dressed, he was downright sulking. "Are you going to seriously sit here and pout like a spoiled toddler?"
"Maybe."
He said as another small knock on the door came. "It's open!" I shouted as I continued to accessorize. "Hey…um…nice room?"
"Oh hey Arcee! Don't mind Jazz. He's just pouting."
"Cause ya won't take me to the wash!"
"Because you don't need one! What's up?"
"The sky." She said stoically. "She means what are ya up to Cee."
"Oh. I was just wondering, Mikaela and Sam said something about going to the beach, and since us femmes have nothing to do, and since we don't get out much, you wanna come? It's a nice place right?"
"Yeah, for the most part. I mean if you like sand and salt water and all that. But, having said that, I don't think you guys plan on swimming right?"
"No, just enjoying the sunlight."
She shrugged. Now I couldn't help myself as I imagined a sunbathing motorcycle. Strange image in the head isn't it? At any rate, I packed a beach bag, and pulled a still pouting Jazz from my room. It was actually a really short drive to the beach from base, which was pretty sweet since we didn't have to sit in traffic or anything. Once the bots parked we began to stroll the cause way.
"There are so many humans here."
"I was unaware that there were so many femmes." Elita commented as she looked around, eyes wide with wonder. "Really? I thought you three of all people would know that 51% of the world's population is female." Mikaela said as she stretched. "Wow! That's far larger than the population of femmes on base!" Arcee said in amazement. "Sadly it's because society says that women are best suited at home taking care of the kids, or doing small work while the men bring home the money." I said as I made my way to a changing tent. "That is highly illogical. Do people not know that females of your species are equally as capable? If not more seeing that you have a higher tolerance for pain." Chromia asked. "Oh we know that, but after thousands of years with no change, it's hard to get people to speak up for what's right when they see nothing wrong with the world." Mikaela said as she walked into the tent next to mine. It only took me another second to change into my bathing suit. A bright yellow bikini. What can I say? Yellow pops best against my skin tone since I have a darker complexion and all. Most hot colors do, except for red…not sure why that color and I don't see eye to eye. I stepped out of the tent and noticed faintly that everyone was staring at me. "What? Something wrong?"
"Oh, they're just being boys. Let them appreciate the view." Mikaela sighed as she raked a hand through her hair. Her bikini was bright blue with white stripes. Quite fitting I must say. "Uhhh…Jazz? Earth to Jazz? You okay there?" I said as I waved my hand in front of his sunglasses. "What's with the hole in yer tummy?" I snorted a little as I looked at my stomach. "Ahhh, that is what is known as a navel or a belly button." I said as he took a quick step towards me and poked his finger into said belly button. "Yee! Don't do that!" I giggled as I jumped back. "Why's it sensitive? Does it hurt? What's the purpose o' such a weird hole?"
"I dunno Jazz, could be that it's a part of my body and is therefore sensitive because of the nerves under my skin, no it doesn't usually hurt, and there is no purpose, aside from showing the world that I am a human being. It's where my umbilical cord used to be."
"Yer what?"
"Oh never mind! We can ask Jolt when we get back!" Arcee crowed as she began to drag us towards the shopping area. Frankly I didn't really need to go shopping. But it was nice to get out any ways. Listening to the music as it played…
"Just call on me, when you need cause I got it and you know you got me feeling so erotic baby boy, just call on me, any time any place I adore you and I like to see your face cause you know you're my eye candy- "
I couldn't help myself, I like the song a lot and well- "I got some Don Perion before we start to carry on you know I'm on the grind so I can't stay very long"- Well I'll be damned. Jazz can sing…then again I have to wonder if it's just auto tune. Needless to say that we had a crowd by the time that the song was done. "You two should record together!" Mikaela said as we continued to walk from the pier to the beach. We (somewhere along the way) got a snack of funnel cake and coffee and sat on the beach to munch and relax. "I dunno. I think I'll have a big enough work load to complete when we get back to base. I'll be busy for the next few months at least!"
"Really? I thought that Prowl was gonna ground you or something?"
"What?"
"Yeah, he thinks you're the one who did all those pranks. He plans for you to be in solitary confinement in your quarters for three days." Arcee said, looking concerned. "Not saying that what you may or may not have done to us wasn't deserved. I just don't think it's fair to punish you." Chromia said. "Jazz, did you know about this?" I asked as I turned to see him, with his mouth full and a sheepish look on his face. I can't believe this! I…I. Wow. This is seriously insane! Why can't they just leave me alone! I'm not a baby, hell my real parents never grounded me!
"Let me 'splain- "
"Save it. When were you gonna tell me? Or were you just gonna lock me in my room like you let Prowl do to me with the brig?"
"Celeste- "
"I can't believe you! Especially since you were the one who got me the welder!"
"I'm sorry! I didn' wan' ya to be punished worse so I said I'd keep ya in yer room when we got back."
All I can do is growl at him. I just can't believe these guys! They're so freakin controlling! Don't they get that we have our own lives?! That I'm not a soldier or anything having any real power?! Seriously I'm just a seamstress! I'll admit that I may have gone too far but treating me like an unruly fourteen-year-old is just insulting! With all my anger I guess I didn't notice that I was wading out into the ocean, until I felt the ground give out under me. Its so deep and cold, but I don't really care. They're cheering me on! I think they're cheering me on…what was that?! SOMETHING JUST TOUCHED MY- "SHARK! SHARK IN THE WATER! SWIM CELSTIAL SWIM!"- Jazz and the others shouted, just as I turned to see a very large gray fin. With a scream I lashed out and smacked into something cold and hard. All I could see was a large fin fishtail away as I felt something else brush my legs. Turning back around I saw a very large brown head, and lots of teeth. Just when I thought that I was done for, something smacked into the shark, causing it to veer away from me just as a coast guard boat rolled up.
Third Person's pov
Celestial was in shock. She had been swept out into the deeper part of the bay, where she was nearly attacked first by a Great White and then by a large Tiger shark. She hadn't blacked out on the boat ride back to shore, but the minute she was on dry land she began to come out of her shock, bawling. After several hours of questions and paperwork, she was released to Jazz sniveling. Jazz wrapped an arm around her as he led her back to his alt. She was still crying, so much so that she was hiccupping violently when they returned. The other Autobots and N.E.S.T. members were alerted of what happened and were sympathetic to her when she and the other Autobots returned. Ratchet scanned her taking note that she was emotionally drained. She didn't say anything as Jazz drove her back to her room and tucked her in, at five thirty. She simply fell asleep and woke up the next morning refusing to talk about what happened.
Celeste's pov
I'm having a shit-tastic day. I just am. I want nothing more than to forget yesterday, but at the same time, I want to, need to, apologize to Jazz. He didn't yell at me for what I said, he made sure that I was okay…well as okay as one could be after having a near death experience. But unfortunately for me, most of the bots are in meetings and those who aren't, Jazz being one of them, are on patrol. So that leaves me to go wandering around base.
"AWE SHIT!"
Maybe someone else is having a worse day than me…if that's even possible. Then again this certainly isn't the worst day of my life…I have definitely had worse days than today. But I digress. I rounded the corner to find three grown men; one looking to be a general, the others business men. However, one looked sincerely nicer than the other, and he was the one with a torn shirt.
"Perhaps you should lay off the sweets Secretary Keller."
"Or perhaps the dry cleaners botched their job on my suit."
"Lay off Galloway, don't forget that your power is highly limited now that the events of Egypt are over."
The general said as they spotted me rounding the corner. "What is a civilian doing on this base?! Especially in a restricted area! Keller, Morshower I know that you wouldn't condone this!" The annoying one shouted. "Actually, I work here. I'm the official seamstress of N.E.S.T. Pleased to meet you." I said as I slightly bowed my head. I mean they do sign my paycheck, but at the same time they don't own me. "Seamstress?" The one with the ripped clothes asked. "Oh, by chance is your guardian Jazz?" The general guy asked. "That's me. Celestial Jazmine Jackson, pleased to meet you." I said offering a hand shake that he reciprocated. "I can fix your shirt if you want." I said as I held up my sewing case. Yes, I carry an emergency sewing kit, doesn't everyone? "I don't think this can be saved."
"Nonsense, it tore along the hem, it's an easy fix." I said as I showed him where his shirt tore. With a shrug, he turned and let me begin to re-sew his shirt. "So, what all is it that you do?"
"I mostly do tailoring and alterations for their dress suits and formal wear. I also do recoveries on personal things like quilts and blankets."
"So your job isn't necessary."
"Galloway-!"
"The soldiers can send their alterations to a stateside paid professional instead of letting a kid with a Susie sews-a-lot try and make their clothes- "
I cut him off as I snapped my fingers twice. I barely pricked my finger and man does it hurt! I never bleed thanks to the calluses I have on the tips of my fingers from sewing so much but I can still feel pain!
"Shoot! That hurt, well your shirt is repaired, I turned in the fray and replicated the stitch the best I could. You should also see your dry cleaner, because they didn't do a good job in protecting this suit."
I said as I stood up and noticed them staring at a frozen Galloway. "Oh, dear. I didn't mean to do that."
"What is it that you did?"
"Not that we're complaining."
"I can hypnotize people. Usually I have to look them in the eye when I do it."
I said as Morshower waved his hand in front of Galloway's face. "So…if we just say anything…he'll do it?"
"Actually yes. I'll break the tran- "
"Now just hold on here a second." Morshower said, the beginnings of a wide smirk evident on his face. "We don't have to break the trance so soon." Keller said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Before I could stop the two (and let's be honest, I wasn't gonna stop them. That Galloway dude seems like an ass) They were giving him all sorts of commands, cluck like a chicken at the mention of the Autobots, slap yourself in the face whenever someone says budget, and a whole lot more. Once the two got everything out of their systems, I snapped my fingers again bringing him out of his trance, where he basically stood and insulted me for another ten minutes before the three rushed off to some important meeting. About the same time my phone pinged.
{Jazz: "Gonna be late getting' back to base. Got a con signal, and some new arrivals in the same area."}
Oh god. I better relay this message to the others.
{"Don' worry Prime an' the others know. They're on their way now. Jus wanted to make sure ya knew."}
{Me: "It's cool. Please come back in one piece, I really don't wanna have to visit you in solitary confi- I mean the Medbay."}
I sent hoping that he'd at least get a last minute laugh out of it.
{Jazz: "Ha. Don' worry, I'll be al'righ."}
{Me: "You better. If you don't I don't know if I'll forgive my favorite guardian for getting hurt."}
I said as I noticed the soldiers running to the hangers to roll out. I couldn't help but look at the texts again. Why did he text me and tell me that he was going to go into a battle? Like seriously why would I need to know that? I'm flattered he thought of me and all, but seriously his texts seem strange…kinda like he's implying something. Ah who am I kidding? It's just Jazz, and he does care about me, after all we're kinda like best friends…
"I see you haven't moved." Keller said from behind me making me jump. I turned to see both Keller and Morshower walk up grinning like lunatics. "Was the meeting cancelled due to the attack?"
"Mm. Part of the cancelation was due to the attack; the rest was due to Galloway's nervous breakdown." Morshower chuckled as said liaison stalked off in the direction of the housing quarters. I'll break the spell later…maybe. "Young lady, it was brought up in the meeting that you were saving these folks thousands by tailoring their suits on site in your bedroom. Is that true?"
"Yes, I don't have a formal workspace, but I make sure to keep my area's tidy when I work so that no one's clothes get confused or ruined."
"We do not think that is acceptable. Would you be to terribly put out of place if you were given a formal studio to work in?"
I choked. "My…my own studio? I don't want to take away from the budget- "
"Nonsense. Prime informed us that with new arrivals, well arriving, we would need to expand the base's living arrangements. The only problem being that your room would be doubling in size. We would have your studio situated up the hall…"
There's a catch. "We do have two requirements for you however." I knew Keller would say that. Damn it.
"You'd have to get a degree of some sort. We want our N.E.S.T. staff educated." Morshower said as he fixed me with a no nonsense glare. "We'll gladly pay for your schooling; online courses are acceptable if you do not want to go to a campus. We all would understand why." Keller added with a small smile. I nodded my head in agreeance. I always wanted to get a degree in fashion. And they did say anything. "And finally, we would need you to have our alterations marked as priority." Morshower said with a playful grin. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me. "Is that all? You two already have priority. I keep a small listing of political, and military rankings in my room so that I can make sure that priority is given to the right people." The two smiled as they shook my hand agreeing to the deal that they made me. Hmm, maybe I'll major in fashion and minor in politics…it's a good back up plan. But at the same time, I better make sure I have time for both before I spread myself too thin. Spread myself too thin…ah frag. With all this extra work, and school Jazz and I won't be able to hang out too much. I still need to apologize to him for my outburst, and pay him back for the adorable alpaca. I'll admit, my outburst at the beach was childish, but having said that, we all have them at times and if you say that you don't, then you just proved my point in your petulant response. He'll probably not want to be bothered after a battle. Hmmm. What would I do after a stressful day at work? A long hot bubble bath and some good movies with snacks later. I think I know how I'm gonna tell him I'm sorry!
By the time I found the best place to get them cleaned up I heard the familiar sounds of engines entering the main hanger. When I walked in I saw something I wasn't prepared for. The word filthy isn't even close to what they are. They look like they just lost a fight with a village of swamp monsters.
"Those Con's didn't even have a chance!" Sideswipe crowed as he fist pumped the air, sending globs of mud flying everywhere. I ducked behind a wall quickly to avoid the mud shower only to realize that the wall was a mud covered bot, that looked like a swamp creature. "Yeah, real fair Sides. Didn't leave any for the rest of us!" Said the gruff new bot. He's like an olive green, and his smile is like wicked kind. He's at least as big as Ironhide, but he's a total open sweetheart. Hide's one too, but he likes to hide that little part of himself. "Oh I don't mind. It was really a fast battle anyway, and it was nice to have you guys as back up when we landed so that we wouldn't be over powered. Not that we would be, I mean we could handle it ourselves if we had to, but it was still nice to have you guys for back up and all…"
I know that voice. That's Bluestreak! Awesome! He's alive in this dimension, and he seems to have the same problems as the other one that I met before. I'm still happy he's okay. "Yikes. What did you guys do?! It was a simple landing!" Mikaela said from across the room. "I'll say!" I said as I stepped away from the olive colored walking glade. I seriously think I saw a nest on his shoulder. "Celeste! Look who I found! An' this here is Hound, he's 'nother one o' our scouts." Jazz practically sang as he gestured to the two new mechs, sending a glob of mud that was easily the size of his alt's hood flying towards me. I yelped and dodged the blob by only a few feet. "Didn't I tell you to come back in one piece?!" I scolded lightly. Jazz ducked his helm when he saw that he almost gave me a free mud bath. "I did come back in one piece! I jus' aint clean is all." He said with an apologetic grin. I could see the wheels turning in his helm. "And how do I know that you and 'Bee didn't plan this?" I said as I took a stern step towards him glaring at him. "We'd never- "
"Yes you would. You did the same thing seven times after I first showed car washes to you 'Bee!" Sam reminded making said bot shake his helm trilling innocently. I turned my back on Jazz with a huff. "Jazz, you leave me no choice." I said sternly watching him out of my peripheral vision. He looks worried. Seriously what could I possibly do to him to make him worry? "You're going to the car wash, and you're getting the full program."
"Bu- "
"Ah! The damage is already done! You're getting a bath and that's final!" I said as I turned around to see him with a look of humorous surprise. I couldn't help but snicker as he realized what I said. "I wanted to treat you after your battle." I shrugged as he grinned. "C'mon! Ya'll gotta try this thing! It's great!" he sang excitedly as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe scoffed before walking off muttering about showers and rainbows. Eventually we left with 'Bee, Prowl, Ratchet, Ironhide, Hound and Bluestreak in tow. The rest stayed at base to shower before their debriefing meeting.
The attendants looked at our caravan strangely, but thought nothing of it as we all paid top dollar for the bot's washes. Jazz was first, having raced 'Bee all the way there for the spot. This time we'd be sitting in the lobby watching through the windows as the bots got their baths. Jazz sat down in one of the chairs grinning happily as his wash got underway.
"Here." I said as I handed him the money I owed him from the convention. "What's this fo'?"
"I owed you this for the alpaca. And I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have said and done what I did yesterday. I'm sorry." I said as I looked at my feet. "Ah, don' sweat it. I shoulda told ya what Prowl was gonna do, an' I'm sorry that ya gotta be grounded." I shrugged as I walked to the window, noticing Jazz and 'Bee's frames shaking slightly as a stream of water or a brush touched a certain part of their frame. I turned around at a very suspicious cough. "Jazz, care to explain why your car is trembling?" I asked as he minutely arched his back. Rather than tell me, my phone began to ring.
{"Yes?"}
{Jazz: "Ya caught us. We're ticklish, but only on certain spots on our alts."}
{Me: "Really?"}
{Jazz: "Yeah. The edges o' my grill an' headlights are a good 'xample. That part o' my alt makes up my chest, so when the edges are rubbed or brushed lightly…ya can guess the rest."}
He said as happy rumbling chuckles echoed over the phone. They weren't his…but then who?
{Me: "Is that...?"}
{Ratchet: "This machine does wonders! I haven't felt this great in orns!"}
He chuckled as the steams of water rinsed off the soap coating him.
{Prowl: "Indeed, this machine does speed up the cleaning process."}
He said, with the tiniest of smiles in his voice. Guess I'll have to get Lennox and Epps to buy them the car wash system of their dreams.
{Hound: "I'm…err not sure about this."}
{Lennox: "Nothing to be scared of, we promise."}
{Jazz: "Unless yer 'fraid o' soap an' water."}
Jazz teased as Ironhide gently nudged Hound into the machine. The poor Jeep was visibly vibrating as the wheel lock took ahold of him and began to slowly lead him deeper into tunnel.
{Bee: "Relax Hound! It won't hurt you."}
{Sam: "Exactly what I said to you your first time Bee."}
{Bee: "Yeah, well you give good advice. You're a good friend."}
{Blue: "Aww, that's so nice! Ehee! Oh hohohohoho no! Not there! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! That tickles! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"}
I looked up the conveyor belt to see the attendants vacuuming and cleaning Bluestreak's interior thoroughly. Guess their interiors are sensitive too. Well, the wash went well…at least I now know what their laughter sounds like. Hound is a really big softy, he couldn't sit still or stop guffawing when the brushes got ahold of him, but meh, it happened. Once we got back to base I was dropped off so that the mission debriefing could happen, after which Jazz and I shared dinner, well sorta. He had that energon stuff and I had a sandwich but it was still good. Come to find out that we'll be stateside for at least another three weeks since our base is getting renovated to accommodate more bots, which is nice. It's good to see some of the ones I met in other dimensions arriving, and it's nice to see Jazz so happy.
"Hey Celeste! I need to talk to you for a second!"
"What's up Will?"
"Uhh what's up? You hypnotized Galloway is what's up!"
"That was an accident. And Morshower and Keller didn't seem to mind."
This made Epps snicker as Will shook his head in mock anger. I say mock anger because he had the most wicked of grins on his face along with a scowl. "That still isn't right."
"Don't play. You know that it was funny."
"Be that as it may, you need to break the spell."
"Okay I will."
"Like asap. Now actually."
"Alright alright alright! I'll go! Sheesh, hey…where did Jazz go?"
"The mech's special ops. He knows how to sneak out of a room." Epps said with a smirk as he sat down with his food. "Said something bout a shower on his way out." Fig said plainly with a smile. "What? Sometimes the mech talks to himself. They all say things under their breath at times." He shrugged as I got up from the table and walked down the hall. I don't know where his room is but maybe he's roaming the halls. Which let me say, for a military base, nothing here seems to be labeled well. I have no idea where all of these doors go and its vaguely disturbing. Each room has a bot sized door and a human sized door so that adds to the confusion. "Eni meanie miny mow, I pick you now let's go." I said as I threw a door open and walked inside. It wasn't Galloway's room, that's for sure, unless Galloway lives inside a hot moist sauna.
"She wore a raspberry beret; the kind you find in a second hand store! Raspberry beret, if it was warm she wouldn't wear much more- "
What is that? Or rather who is that? And what's with the big pieces of sheet metal? Just as soon as the song ended some melodic, strange music began to play. I…I can't describe it…it's like classical and techno music mixed together, and it sounds so beautiful. How did I wind up hiding behind the metal? And what the hell am I looking at? It looks like…a very geometrical ass. It's cute, I won't lie. It's all kind of silver-y and smooth looking and right above that, is this faint and I mean you have to squint to see it almost, pink scar. It wraps around the front too, like just above what I imagine would be hips. And what is with the cable spaghetti out front? It looks like someone bound all the cables you'd find behind a t.v. together but without zip ties, and on a seriously larger scale. Like seriously what am I seeing right now?!
"Still cleaning I see Jazz." Said someone from directly behind me! I turned to see a maroon mech…wait am I?! "Ya know me 'Rage, gotta be clean an' fresh at all times." Holy shit! I'M STARING AT JAZZ'S ASS?! "Can ya hand me a towel? I forgot to bring one with me." He said as he stepped out of the water looking for Mirage. I was staring at his ass. I was staring at my guardian's…at his…his crotch as he glistened and as the light caught and sparkled on the water that dripped off of him. He…he…and…and…fucking hot as hell, holy shit he fucking has a body to be proud of, and he his package and fuck me he's hot! HE IS SEXY AS SHIT! WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK AM I SAYING?! HE'S A CYBERTRONIAN! This epiphany occurred to me as I snuck out of the showers and up the hall into my room. Shit I don't think I've ever felt this attracted to…no. Stop it right now. No more dirty thoughts no more naughty ideas. He can't he isn't even human and that's that. But he does have a holoform…
"Replenish…I need you to delete me from some camera footage."
He chirped as he brung up the last footage of me on my computer and deleted it. I can't and won't ever tell anyone about what happened. Never gonna do it. But having said that…why do I feel all tingly inside, and why can't I stop thinking about him?
A/N: I LIVE! First R.I.P. Prince. You are dearly missed.
Second, I have an anniversary poll up for a gift for my beloved readers! vote now cause it comes down tomorrow at 10:00 am mountain time.
Third; I am sorry I haven't posted sooner, I legitimately had fifteen papers to write and turn in for finals, which literally took all of the end of March and all of April, so my apologies for that.
ALSO, I had a guest reviewer politely slam my writing style, without getting past the first chapter. I understand that my formatting is funky, but please understand that I've only been writing on here for exactly one year now, so I still have a lot to learn. Its not because I'm lazy and its not script format, I've had many college colleagues check for me and confirm this. Further more plenty of authors write like I do and they are the ones I took writing cues from when I became an author.
So not only did the comment hurt, it was also slightly inaccurate. I am slowly changing my writing style as you see above, so I ask that you have patience with me, like all good authors I want you to be able to understand what I write and am still perfecting my technique.
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