Been seeing a lot more dyslexic people writing fanfics lately. To my fellow dyslexics; continue to work hard, you are doing great! I know it is in no way easy for us to word, but I'm super proud and impressed with all your work. You're doing great, so take pride in your work. You put some effort into it, people will like it, be proud of it.

Also why does no one seem to use the OC filter on FF?

Continuing from Chapter 10

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a humorous, frequently bawdy, verse of three long and two short lines rhyming aabba

Bumblebee sat with a cube of high grade in his servos. The party was still in full swing, mechs and femes were dancing the night away in celebration of the Prime's youngling come of age. Despite the cheer and excitement running through the air, Bumblebee was doing his best to sink into his chair. He had felt so silly hiding in the darkest corner he could find, but now he was glad that his pursuer hadn't found him here.

He had dearly hopped that Grimlock would mature and realize that it was all just a youngling crush, but over the years the green mech only grew more bold. Keeping his distance so the young mech could sort out the confusing feelings was really hard when Grimlock was willing to follow him across Cybertron, and actually did on more than one occasion. Thanks to the bots jealous behavior he had to break up many fights between the future Prime and his co-workers. It hadn't been long until just about everyone in the capital knew about Grimlock's crush on him. While he wore it with some shame, the youngling seemed to absorb all the advice on how to win him to heart. He was currently the only bot that could almost match Ratchet in the number of crystals he had, though most of his were too young to match the older mech's impressive collection. Crystals were the only presents Grimlock tried to shower him with, but he found it safer not to eat the mysterious food Grimlock left him. He couldn't even count how many times the youngling had dragged him around and refused to let go of his servos.

Rubbing his tempo he nearly missed the frame standing over him. Jumping he pulled his legs up to kick the newcomer away. Optics widening he paused, frowning he said, "Barricade."

"Bumblebee," Barricade answered back with as much mock hostility. The two stared each other down for a few clicks before Barricade took a seat next to the yellow mech. Taking a sip from his own cube he stretched out over the soft metal. Bumblebee eyed his relaxed posture with no small amount of envy. Leaning his head back he watched the other from the corner of his optic and said, "He's looking for you, you know."

Bumblebee groaned and hid his face in his hand. He shot a glare at Barricade's snort, aft. Pulling back he grumbled as he brought the cube to his mouth, "Of course he is."

"I think he might have a spark attack soon," Barricade added with a small shrug. His control slipping at the exasperated look the younger gave him. Leaning back he snorted, aft.

The two scouts had a fragile friendship, or that's what they liked to think. Though deep down they would admit that it'd take another war for them to stop talking to each other. Their friendship had started at the end of the war, the two forced together during the peace talk. It took a while for them to actually accept the other wasn't going to stab them in the back. The threats of the neutrals blaming everything on the Autobots and Decepticons only forced the two together faster. Now they shared drinks every once in a while and were lunch buddies, and Barricade did help Bumblebee hide from Grimlock more than once.

Groaning Bumblebee let his shoulders drop. This was ridiculous, he groaned again into his cube. His face heated at Barricade's juvenile joke about him overloading he sent the mech another scolding glare. Throwing up his hands he stood up with a small grunt. Not looking at the other mech he threw his cube in the trash and relented, "Fine, I'll go see him."

Stomping off he grumbled to himself. Bots made way for him, it was no secret who he was and no one was willing to upset Optimus and Grimlock. The closer he got to the center of the party the more his door wings twitched. Pausing at the outer circle he tried to swallow the knot in his throat. Folding his arms he decided it was best to just stand back and see how Grimlock was doing.

The young future Prime was mooping at the main table. His face crumpled and there was at least 20 empty cubes of high grade. Ratchet and Optimus would try to console him every couple of clicks, the soft words drowned under the loud party. He didn't even wave to the fleeing Sideswipe. He would shoot up at any flash of yellow, but his face would soon return to mooping when he realized it wasn't who he was looking for.

Sighing Bumblebee moved towards the green mech. Letting his arms drop to his side he stopped before Grimlock. The sluggish mech stared at him for a few clicks, glossy eyes finally widening with realization. Frowning slightly he crossed his arms and tilted his head, "Really?"

"You promised," Grimlock slurred out and offlined his optics. Arms reaching out for the yellow mech he made a pathetic whine, "Bee."

Relenting Bumblebee offered his servo to the large mech. He started to speak but was soon cut off by an old cybertronian song. The words old and the rhyming lyrics seemed odd coming out of the green mech's mouth. Relenting to the pleading words, he nodded. Smiling at the green bot's pleased rumble he said, "Fine, fine. But we have to take this slow, alright? It doesn't seem like too long ago I was babysitting you and trying to keep you from challenging Ironhide to a fight every five clicks."

"Ok," Grimlock purred with a sleepy grin, "Love you."

"Grimlock, that wasn't taking it slow."

"I said it slowly."