Welcome one and all! Glad you could join us for this next chapter. Yes I know I was lazy at the end of the last chapter, but thats one reason I need a beta. I'm thinking of betaing and editing my works, you may not hear from me for a while.
I don't own TFA. If I did...(Gremlin chuckling)
Stang Out!
"Nova... Nova..." A soft feminine beckoned Bee out of her dreamless sleep. Why? Why was is so fragging hard for her just to sleep? She crunched her face up in vain, trying to hide from the voice. "Nova!" It screamed at her, obliviously it was tired of waiting. It jolted her rudely for her peaceful rest. She glared at nothing. She began to look for something to glare at. She locked on to a little girl with red pigtails. She took note that she was back in her organic code form. AKA a giant badass robot/Mouse thing. Her ears perked up as she picked up a faint giggle.
"What? What?" She knew that giggle. She'd been pranked. "What are you laughing at?" Bee asked. One time Sari put cement in certain joints. And She walked super funny for a week.(I'll let your imagination take over here.). She did not want that again. At least this time she can let someone chip the cement out. If you get what I mean...
"Nothing..." Her voice sweet like honey, she rocked back and forth on her heels. Definitely a prank. She laughed a little more as her ran out of the room. Bee tried to get a word in before she left. But that didn't seem to happen.
"Nova, your awake. That's wonderful." The grumpy voice sounded. It was a very sarcastic voice. Rogue. "Well, you had us panicking a bit. You fell pretty hard. And what the hell were you thinking when you started to scale that thing?" Her voice raised. Obliviously, Rogue was in a crappy mood. But she wasn't mega mad. Kinda like a un-serious mad.
"I just wanted to help..." Bee pleaded. Her green optics did a guilty face. Her puppy-dog eyes made the older femme do a rather loud groan.
"You'd think with my old age and attitude, I'd be immune to childish behaviors." Rogue chattered as her read some files on the computer Bee was currently hooked up to. Wait, hooked up to! That wasn't right, if they looked up her memory files. Frag.
"You know, I'd love to lie. But Sari drew all over your faceplates." She chided over her shoulder. "I think she's really taken a liking to you." Rogue said finally done looking at the files. She pulled out the cords hooked upto her shoulder pads, leg amour and helm.
"What makes you think that?" Bee tilled her head a the elder. She wiped at her faceplates hoping to get what Sari put on her off. Nothing, She look at her hand again. Nothing. Surely Rogue wouldn't lie to her. The lady was crabby, but that didn't make her a liar.
"Well, first of all. Sari opens up around you. I haven't met the she-devil for more than three deca-cycles, and I know she is stand-offish. Closed off, hurting, and needs a mother-sister figure. I think she adopted you for that role. It's best you go to the waste-room and get your self cleaned up. She used fast drying nail polish." The medic held up a small bottle of black nail polish. It glistened as the old lady put it down. Her white wire bangs moved with her.
"Why did you pick white bangs?" The question was out there before Bumblebee could stop it. Rogue stopped and looked at her. Her optics adjusted back on the nail polish, then seem to think themselves. Her lips pursed a little in thought.
"Well," She began off "I got them the same reason you got your silver and blue hair." She replied. She looked at the mouse, she study the reaction. Bee gave her a sweet smile.
'I seriously doubt it grandy.' Bee snored internally. She hopped of the small medical berth, the plastic-sort-of cover making a tiny crunch sound. She carefully walked down the hallway. She wasn't in the mood for some unlucky bot to make fun of her face. She was a force of nature to be trifled with at this point. Her processor was pounding, her muscles & joints ached. And to top it all, she still felt awkward around Blurr. Well more than usual.
She poked her head around the corner. This time, she'd learned her lesson, she wouldn't run into someone. The all-mighty-stealthy (As she would of called herself when she was younger) looked left then right. Bee's optics darted back and forth, but found nobody there. Much too her relief. She let a small breath go.
"I wonder if..." Her mind drifted off. Maybe she could go back to her berthroom and look for any value she'd forgot. But what if she got caught again? Prowl would't be so kind. Not that he was the first time. But if Blurr caught, Primus... He would've let Prowl kill her. That stung. The way his eyes looked so coldly at her. It was the same look when he, he, he took her away to that prison. She kept her easy pace as she tip-toed pass the main room. She heard Whirl's voice. If sounded fake. Well to her anyway. To anyone else if was normal, but to her teammates anyone of them could pick up it's fakeness.
"So you say they tortured to there?" Optimus voice sounded in disbelief. Bee slide up to the wall behind the main room, hoping to pick up more of the conversion. "But sentinel told cybertron that you were simply have your frames changed and having time to adjust to it." He actually sounded concerned.
'For the first time in forever...' Bumblee thought rudely. She zoned back into the chat.
"Well he's a load of Jarha waste." Whirl replied in a sour way. "But from our Intel the mechs that worked in the camps live hidden away, with their consorts that they picked, with a fat-ass amount of credits, and a luxury resort just for them. At less that's what she said." Whirl finished with a snap of her fingers.
"NightWhirl," Optimus asked. Bumblebee could practically see the face of Whirl, rarely did anyone call her be her real name. And the autobots kinda got close with the Troxels "I, No, we. We messed up. We let you down, not just you and your team, but all the femmes. I at most. I should of guess something was shady with Sentinel. I've know him forever, and now thousand of your sisters have paid dearly. Your not suppose to know this, but tonight we holding a party in celebrate of victory with our knew allies. I would like to ask you to come with me?" He pleaded.
Bee heard a loud slap sound, then a small ow. "You big lug, did you read my file?" The bat joked "How'd you know I love to dance?"
Bee continued her trek down the hallway. The waste-room was almost inside. She could get the nail-polish off and get ready for that party she wasn't suppose to know about. Maybe a certain blue scout would ask her to dance, then a romantic moonlight stroll, and then she finally get her kiss... She shook her helm before her processor went dirty places. She knew for a hard fact of life Blurr was not into her. The moment they got off this mud-ball planet he'd get a consort, have like a million kids and live a perfect live as a spy. She on the other servo, would go back either become a nobody or just another pretty face in Troxel history.
"-Listen orange, I get it, But it's like a void in ma spark. Ya know?" Jazz. What the frag was Jazz doing with Beyonce? She hated him. Not only did he capture her, he hit on her too. "I wanta say that it kills me. The memory of harming, no, punishing you and your mean-ass sister... it distraught me. For years." Wait, was he apologizing to her? Bee better get a damn good apologize too. He left a bruise on her plating for a moon cycle because of how tight his grip on her foresevro.
"Oh really?" The poison and sarcasm mixture was dripping from the two words. Bee watched her arms fold arcoss her chassis, though she couldn't see her expression. Mainly due to the reason her back was facing the little spy. "Because I personally find that hard to believe." She made an extra point with believe.
"C'mon, tonight can I please show you tonight just how sorry I am?" Jazz pleaded. Bee watched him make a kind of prayer gesture with his servos. He realized his mistake too late.
"Whats so special about tonight?" She voice taunted him. Jazz bit his lip, obliviously debating weather he should tell the lynx or not. "Well? I'm waiting. And you don't make a pretty girl wait." She tapped the tip of her high-heeled boot to prove her point.
Jazz smirked before telling her, "Meet me by my room, look nice, and find out." She put a hand on her hip.
"Fine, what time?"
Bee stalked off to another hallways back tracking back to her 'temporary' berthroom, or as she'd like to call it, a nest. She pasted the devil of gold and black's room. She peered inside and almost gasped. Prowl was meditating, that wasn't the problem. It that he was meditating with a certain black and white kitty-kat. They simple sat there, not moving. It freaked her out a bit. It was like they were zombies, just waiting. And waiting, and waiting. Getting ready for the perfect moment to strike.
She pushed down a shiver and quietly crept passed them without a sound. She really didn't want to run into anyone else. She looked once more before slipping into her small room. The steel to the door made a loud swoosh sound as it opened, and a dull thud as it closed. Primus... When did everyone get so fucking lovie dovie?
Bee walked over to the small sink in her room, the nail polish should come off fairly easily. If she was lucky. But if the fiesty young femme had use her favorite brand, , Bumblebee was gonna have some problems. The brand hardly came off of anything. She turned the faucet to low, and sure enough the cold water poured onto her servos. She bought up her her face plates and scrubbed.
After she felt like she washed her face plates enough, she brought her servos down to see how much came off. Black was smeared into the once pure water. Sari had been kind, she had mercy on the mouse. Bee giggled. Wow... She'd been pranked, by her student. (Sadness. JK)
She looked up at the crack mirror. Multiple reflects looked back at her. They looked very accusing, almost criticizing her. 'You lied!' one seem to say, 'They betrayed you!' another commented. 'Why can't you just forgive?' A sadder one pleaded. 'What's wrong with you? You hypocrite!' Another scream at her, she turned away. She would not, after all she'd done, all she'd gone though and all she could do, go crazy.
She scramble on her bed, she pull of one of her data tablets and play some of her favorite vines, like Eggs,Bacon,Grits Sausage. Maybe that would help her, yeah. Least she'd be good for a while.
She just finish watching her 5th round of Sausage. She laugh so hard, Bee thought if her team did a sausage song. She moderately liked it, but hated it. But she wouldn't mind taking Blurr's sausage. Wait what! She blushed fiercely, what the hell? When did she become such a perv.
She laugh at the idea of dancing with him and causally talking with at the... Oh Primus she'd forgot! Bee bet her recipe for energon chips that the rest of the boys asked the girls to the party. Like pit she'd be the only one not dressed up. But why hadn't her knight in shining blue armor not come and ask her to the victory party?
Bee pondered a little bit before deciding to get ready. She could were her favorite armor dress. But what of her matted ball of wires for hair? Bee bit her bottom lip to the point of taste her own blood, a rusty and sweet taste. She moved back to the mirror she flat out ignored the disapproving looks of her reflections.
The light blue bang is what her optics fell upon. Why? She didn't know, but the strains of hair shone out. Like a eye popping red against a dull brown. Blurr didn't love a weakling like herself, right? She repeated this, using the hair like a memo like when she got it.
Flash back
"Welcome to Constella's nail, body frame and hair care, I'm Constella!" A peppy femme chirped to her the moment Bee walked into the salon. She let her overly done smile fade a bit seeing the all black femme. "Fresh?" She said in a more understanding voice.
Bee simply nodded her helm. The green and pink femme's smile returned in a moment. "Don't worry sweetheart, they send all the fresh-campees to me. Sentinel Magnus let me open this place up cause, well... I was the first to break, anyway. Walk right this way with me!" She lead Bumblebee though a drape of curtains, careful to let the young femme have space.
Bee followed without a moments hesitation, her helm hung low. Constella seem to easily pick up on this. She turn around rather daintily and looked her. She blinked, letting her sapphire optics focus on her. She open her mouth as if to say something comforting, but changed her mind and closed it.
She turned around a began to speak, it appeared she didn't have enough balls to look at the black femme when she spoken to her.
"It won't be so bad. They let you pick your frame from a selection of types, and colors to. Good for you the demand for strippers has died down a bit, so they won't make you go into that profession. But the need for bartenders, maids and singers has gone up in the past moon cycle." Constella said, her thin should pads slumped a little. Bee got a better look at the care-bot. She a green base with a lot of magenta pink swirls. She was exceptionally thin, with not a lot a physical base for lifting, or running, or jumping. Or anything athletic.
She was definitely not a rebel of the system. She seem okay with the way femmes were being treated. Bee didn't judge, Constella probably had cameras watching her. Making sure she didn't speak against the afthead leader. Bee solemnly nodded, making sure not to draw much attention. Why was the system so cruel? Bumblebee bet her silver dollar that Constella was dying on the inside.
They stepped into a rather dim room, a large machine glowed in the middle of it. "This is the Frame Room. It will let me modify your frame." She gesture to the machine, it had a touch screen which Bumblebee could tapped a frame and look at it's statistics. She scrolled over the frames, the first was by far to bulky for her taste. Sure Bee didn't want to be, well Bumblebee. She had a hard time accepting being anyone else. It was just... unnatural.
The kept scrolling, too tall, too thin, too short, too similar, too big of an ass. Alas! She spotted a frame she liked.
It was slightly shorter than her current one, but taller than Bumblebee. The frame was lithe like Blurr's frame, even though his frame was specially designed. It was fast enough, and could hold a lot of memory storage. She looked over it one more time, trying to find any major flaws in the frame. She spotted none.
"See one you like? Every femme has her own style, and I'm here to help you find it!" The chatter-box ranted on. She looked over the should of the smaller femme. "Ohhh, you want that one? Femmes rarely get that one, it's because it's not quite at the bottom, but not at the top. So they pick others first." She rambled pointing to the frame design. Bee nodded along politely, hoping she'd just shut the frag up!
"So... got any colors in mind?" The femme asked rather awkwardly, "Legally I'm not suppose to have dark 'mechly' colors, but you can get those on the black market." She whispered leaning in. She made air quotes with her servos.
"Can I have purple?" Bee asked not making optics contact. She focused on the frame design. It looked suitable, but was if it had some sort of spyware on it? That was definitely a possibly. But she couldn't go on looking like this... hooker. Though it did come to her, why did the let femme's choose there color? It really didn't make sense. If the sexist pigs dictated everything else they did, why did they let the victims of their acts choose their own frame. She didn't realize she'd mumbled a couple words. Not until Constella tapped her on the shoulder. Then she mouthed 'Tell you later'.
What the hell did she mean by later? If that slutty glitch knew what was up, she better say it.
"Please lay down, and it would depend on the hue." She gestured to a flat table surface. It had no servo cuffs, and no blood on it. That comforted Bumblebee a very small fraction. She grasped a quick glance at Constella, the femme looked at her, blink once, then moved towards Bee lightening fast.
Bee wrapped her servos around her helm in defense. She'd learned to do that after everytime she would disobey and looked at one of the camp guards. She waited for the powerful lash to blow her down, but instead, gentle arms wrapped around her delicate frame. She cracked an optic open and found the pink and green femme burrowing her helm into the crook of Bee neck cables.
"P-P-Please d-don't ma-make my j-j-job harder-er." She barely sobbed out. She got off the younger femme and wiped her optics with the palms of her servos. The pretty painted nails didn't seem so cheerful now. Constella gestured to the marbled gray steel table. Bee looked deep into her optics. The shiny blue stared back at hers, begging that she'd do what was asked.
Bee lightly laid on the cold table, flinching when her metal plates meet the freezing surface. She rested her helm carefully down, finding a comfortable position. She gazed back at the oil-tear stained face of Constella. She bit her bottom lips before asking Bee basic questions.
"Which colors would you like, and where?" She stated, rather a more plain tone. Bee glanced at the hue chart hanging above her. She looked though the hues of sliver. Then Purple hues, and finally the green hues.
"Silver 23 as a base color. I'd like 35 green to lace around the frame as outline. And finally purple 12 to go from my elbow joint to my servo tip on both servos as a solid color. And the purple to do the same from my knee cables to the foot servos." Bee simply, like, well, a robot. It was just like she wasn't there. Emotion was gone, drained from her processor.
"Okay I'm going to switch your frames, you may black out for a bit for this part." She casually said looking into Bee's optics. The black femme replied by only nodding. Constella began plugging cord into Bee. The darkness started to taint the edge of her vision, she focused on the hue chart. As she intently stared at the chart the darkness fade away.
"Please don't fight it... It only makes my job much tougher." A voice came to her softly. Like a little sprinkle of rain in the early morning, it comforted Bumblebee a little more. She relaxed herself into deep recharge. Blackness was all she saw before a gentle glow appear before her. It dimmed down til she saw a familiar green and pink form.
"Constella?" The form nodded it reached for Bee, but stopped halfway between the two. It was like asking Bee to trust her. Bee grasp her servo tightly.
"We don't have much time, no questions unless totally necessary." Constella's much quicker & bolder voice came to Bee like an angel. She led the pair though the darkness images appeared in the darkness then faded.
"Sentinel is corrupt, for many years he's been hurting. Since the one he loved died. He believed he could find another like her. But the problem was, rarely any femme joined under her true gender. But the femmes that did show who she truly was far to 'girly' for Sentinel. So when he found the femmes were to guard the Mangus, he saw his opportunity. He paid a group of assassins to kill the magnus. The femmes didn't have a chance, they were outnumbered five to one. It was a double win for himself." She pointed at a picture of Sentinel paying a shady group of bots. "He'd become Mangus, and have reason to take all femmes out of hiding. And find himself love." Constella murmured.
Bee looked at the picture of Sentinel trialing a group of femmes in a large court, then in a fraction of a cycle a new picture came. It was the picture of a femme dressed in all white armor. Her face tilled downwards so you couldn't see her face. Oil tears dripped from her face as she stood at the alter. Sentinel was there too, he lightly kissed her forehelm as a preacher read from a datapad.
"Why would Sentinel do this?" Bee questioned Constella, she only looked at Bee blankly.
"As I said, he was hurting." She whispered, "But by doing so he caused all femmes do despise him. That displeased him greatly." She finished .
"So why would he torture us there and let us choose only certain things?" Bee urged, she wanted, no, needed to understand why he was doing things in a specific order. Why did he allow small freedoms but dictate others?
"The reason? Oh, dear child there are reasons." Constella began off, her voice holding no cheeriness. "He and his followers trained us, beat us, raped us into submission, and now we are too timid to speak against his doing. As an extra precaution, he also gave a speak about how the 'ignorant femmes' are simply do dumb to understand that they were doing was good their own good. And the femmes would tell 'lies' of 'punishment' and 'harassment'. All as long as it seemed as he was giving us 'freedom', nobot ever looked into our case. Plus the coloring thing is basically a taunt, more like a mockery. Just for embarrassment."
"But wouldn't somebody even dare to believe us?" Bee asked, her voice sounded innocence and hopeful. But as we all know, life fragging chews up innocence and poops it out. Constella gave her a 'really' look, then smack her across the faceplates. Though the blow wasn't powerful, it still stung.
"No." The older femme deadpanned as Bee rubbed her cheek. "He knows what he's doing, he broke us in camp, then let us 'choose' are frames design;AKA appeasing the public, so they thought he was telling the truth. And knew we'd be to far under his training to stopped him doing whatever he wanting to fulfill his own dark spark. Got it all? Hope you do, because the end of the transplant is over..." Her voice drifted off as she deemed into the darkness.
Bee blinked her optics open as she came groggily online. She a quick systems check. Everything was as it should be. She did feel a bit odd trying to move her... purple servo? What the pit! How in the name of prim- Wait! She calmed down, it was a frame transplant. Only she could be so dumb. Blurr would never be as stupid as her, after all he made it to the elite guard. Something she never did. Probably cause she was small and weak and unless...
"-ello? Constella to you? Can you hear me?" The pink and green framed femme waved her right servo in front of Bee's helm. That spooked her a couple feet back. "What is your designation anywho?" Bee clumsily put a purple servo over her spark. Bee blinked her wide-eye optics at Constella, then smack her on the cheek.
"You earned that." Bee plainly stated. Bee removed servo from her over her spark, then gently set down the green servo of Constella who forgot to put it down in shock.
"True True... "The older laughs. She smiles, but it doesn't reach her optics. They are a new kind of serious. The vision she had wasn't a dream. Constella was telling the truth. "Now, we can't have you looking like that can we? Let's get you some acessories, Credits and a job to start you off in your new life!" Constella clapped little a little girl on Easter. She grab Bee by the servo and dragged her into the front parlor.
The lavish curtains were drape to a close, isolating them and Cybertron. Sinks lined the right wall as plate addition covered the other. Constella pulled Bee over to the sinks and lightly pushed her into one of the cushioned seat. The soft metal making a tiny pop sound. Bee rested her elbows joint on the curvy servo rest. This was to fanciest thing she'd touch in a long~ time. She relaxed into it a bit, but not letting her guard down completely.
"Now sweety, let's get you dolled up a smidge and talk, and you can tell me your designation." Constella tweeted on. She began pulling a large wing infront of Bumblebee They were a very dull white. She'd probably forget the shade if it wasn't locked up in her memory storage. They wires were so long it reached the floor.
"So want do you to do to it, cut it, dye ,it style it? Just tell whatcha want!" She said playing with the long strains. They danced between her fingers tips.
"Does shoulder length silver work for you?" Bee asked shyly, her helm tipped forward in an unsure motion.
"Well of course!" Constella replied then carefully sniped away at the started asking a bit more personal questions. " Did have a lover once?" She casually asked like it was no big deal. Bee beg to differ, but what point was it to lie? She'd never meet this glitch again and she needed to let some of her pent up emotions flow.
"It was more of a crush..." Bee trailed off suggesting that the topic should be killed, but apparently Constella didn't seem to get the hint and leave it as it should be.
"Did he do it?" She hinted at, she briefly looked up from her work to see Bumblebee's reaction. She got a brief nod. Then she went right back to what she was previously doing. "Did he know ya love him, sweety?" She inquired, not looking up from her cutting. A ,duh, sign that clearly meant she wanted a verbal answer.
"Well... no." Bee said nervously tapping her two pointer digits together, she didn't like were thing was headed. She refused to look at the carebot as she worked.
"Do you ever think your gonna see him again?" Constella actually paused, set her clippers down and looked at the young with her undivided attention. Bee stilled didn't look at her.
"No. He... He works off planet. So from what data I can get, I'll never see him again." Bee sadly stated, her shoulder pads slumped a little. (Translation, From what you say, Femmes don't leave the planet, so I can never be with the one I desire.)
"Oh... that's unfortunate. Never saying what you wanted too." Constella signed. (Translation, That rough, never telling the one you love those three little words. "But maybe you can remember him, how about you dye his armor color into your wair?(Wire Hair) I've had multiple femmes do that before." She chatted she leaned against the sink and ranted on. "Why I had a femme a bit ago who had one prize possession left, her purple medallion. It was what her love gave to her. But since it was him, she hated it. But couldn't let it go, so she asked to get purple bangs right here." She pointed at the short bangs in the front. "She said... oh what was it... oh yes! My love, my hate and my revenge will be fulled every-time I see this reminder." She said. She looked at Bee, who's processor was clearly wandering.
"So? That doesn't mean he'll love me back. What good will hate do?" Bee asked not looking at Constella but had her gazed directed towards across the room at the shelf. But her optics looked as if her was looking into the past.
"Well, maybe a this bangs will be like a motto, Love sucks. Don't do it again." Constella flatly stated before clipping the wair again.
"Maybe a little more like,
It is better to be dead.
At least there, your thoughts are your own.
Had I know this,
Then I'd never love you
My heart is like a war zone
Two sides refusing to surrender
Love versus Logic
I'm torn apart, left to die
All cause I love you
Like a soldier, I fight
But its a losing war, an uphill battle
My comrades and allies have left my side
My heart is like a war zone
Two sides refusing to surrender
Love versus logic
I'm torn apart, left to die
All cause I love you.
You never loved me
So why did I continue to fight?
My sanity is lost
War is now over
But now I've found~
It is better to be dead
At least, your thoughts are your own.
Had I known this
I'd never have love you
After all, you'd never love, a monster like me"
Bee finished up her little poem. Constella hummed along with the slow, little tune as Bee sang. She clipped once more time then turned the wair to Bee.
"Do you like it?" Constella asked Bee nodded.
"But... Can we add a strip of blue on the side of the bangs?" She meekly asked. Constella nodded, she smiled gently. And from that point there was no speaking. Not when Constella transplanted the wair into Bumblebee helm. Not when She gave Bee a slip of paper that instructed where she would work at and where she'd live for a bit. And not when she gave Bee a small bag of credits. But then as Bee was leaving, Constella said one thing that made Bee totaly rethink her as a dainty femme who was to scared to do anything to stopped the system.
"Before you go, I need your name. Old or new." She started. "It doesn't have to be your real designation. I just need a name."
"Nova. My designation is Nova."
"Well then Nova, stop Sentinel. No matter what." And with that she pushed Bee out her shoppe and closed the door. But not without a brief nod and a friendly smile.
End of flash back
So now she hummed the lyrcis of her little song to put her back into reality,
It is better to be dead.
At least there, your thoughts are your own.
Had I know this,
Then I'd never love you
My heart is like a war zone
Two sides refusing to surrender
Love versus Logic
I'm torn apart, left to die
All cause I love you
Like a soldier, I fight
But its a losing war, an uphill battle
My comrades and allies have left my side
My heart is like a war zone
Two sides refusing to surrender
Love versus logic
I'm torn apart, left to die
All cause I love you.
You never loved me
So why did I continue to fight?
My sanity is lost
War is now over
But now I've found~
It is better to be dead
At least, your thoughts are your own.
Had I known this
I'd never have love you
After all, you'd never love, a monster like me
What the lyrics really meant, she wasn't sure herself. But she had a feeling it was what she really was. Not the Nova that was shy. But an insane femme who was a montser that could no longer love or feel.
But she put on her armor and smiled. She still had to play the part, right?
Okay I'm not even sure what color her armor is, but I have the design lock in my brain. Plus I think Bee doesn't know where she lies with Blurr. It's like the I hate you, I love you song. But yeah, it's a longer chapter. Hope you like. R&R Please!
Stang Out!