Jazz entered the apartment he shared with Prowl, carrying a bag on his forearm, Humming softly to himself while wandering to the table and setting it down. He nods to himself before looking around, he had plenty of time before Prowl's shift ended to get everything ready for their planned date night.
He looked at the bag, contemplating about it, before shaking his helm and deciding it could wait a little later to be unpacked and set Jazz walked over to the couch and flopped himself down on. Pulling an older datapad from his subspace. One he had always carried along with him since he was a youngling.
He lightly ran his thumb over the dented and scratched sides. Prowl had gotten him a replacement for their anniversary last vorn but he just couldn't bring it in him to throw the original, nor had Prowl ever asked him to. His conjux had just stated that it was a back up in case the first one ever exploded from chuckled at the thought, but there were times where he thought it might actually happen.
Turning it on, Jazz continued his humming while he turned on the datapad. Slowly looking through the collection of images. Going back from the most recent images to the past.
It made him think back on those days, struggling to make ends meet. Playing on the corners of a park in Praxus. Working his aft off to get gigs anywhere he could, doing his damn best to spread his voice to the world.
Which had only landed him with several tickets But also the off chance to meet a certain enforcer who helped him out so much. He and Prowl had a rough start, he chuckled at the thought of putting it that way. But it all turned out alright and was the start of their wonderful friendship and the very start of their soon to be relationship.
They had both struggled financially at the point in time, turned out Prowl was a lot better at hiding than Jazz had. It took awhile but Jazz did eventually worm his way into Prowl's life, but it had been worth it.
Together they had put everything together and kept striving forward. Pushed through everyone's doubts about them.
Jazz stopped at an image of Prowl and himself at his first major show, Prowl had been so proud of him. It had been a huge stepping stone in his career and had allowed for him to take care of Prowl instead of the other way. He has the first opportunity to treat not only Prowl but also himself.
He held the datapad up higher, looking at it at optic level. That was truly the cycle that everything changed for them. He had been able to grow and grow he did at a level he could have never imagined.
The change hit them hard, the wealth, the fame. But Prowl always made sure he would never let it get to his helm and for that he had been so grateful. And Jazz's new life allowed for Prowl to put more focus into his own main career rather than doing odd jobs to make ends meet.
Which was where it left them at now, living in a luxurious apartment they could call home without any issue in the center of Iacon. Jazz with an ever steadily rising music career and Prowl, though currently on leave, the chief Enforcer of Praxus.
Smiling, Jazz set the datapad down over his chest and pressed his servo over it. He would have never been all he would have needed in life.