PLEASE READ SO I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF!
Okayyyyy I totally know you guys are all gonna flame me for this chapter but I totally deserve it. I know it rings a little "Disney princess of the elements" but please bare with me as we go through this Moana, Elsa, (and every other princess) friendly chapter. So I simply wanted you to read this so you could hear my excuse...IT WAS FOUR A.M. Okay I'm sorry but I wasn't in my right mind and it made a little sense so I just went with it. (I am so getting flamed) I swear this will be useful in later chapters!
Another thing is...I have decided to NOT post The Outsiders fanfic just yet (skip to two years later lol) cause I really like to focus on one thing at a time especially with school and whatnot.
Also if you read my Burn story and noticed that it was gone, I deleted it. I had written it specifically to get the message out (about The Outsiders thing) and then I realized...yeah. So that's gone.
You'll probably be able to tell that I had like eight thousand different ideas for this chapter so it makes no sense at all... I'm praying
I hope you all had a wonderful spring break (If you already had it already, or if you're not in school)! We were lucky enough to leave Tennessee before it flooded.
Another thing is that we will be testing like all of next week, so I'll definitely be behind on my writing. I apologize for any inconveniences :(
I hope you enjoy this Disney chapter and I know I'm getting flamed!
Chapter 12
I climbed out from the drivers side and pulled my shoes off. Whenever I went out for a hike or something, as dangerous as it sounds, I always took my shoes off. I supposed that just helped me connect with the earth more, whatever I thought that meant. I lightly stepped around as I sighed. Following the huge Prime, I carefully avoided rocks and sticks. He stood tall and mighty as I felt myself try not to break. I gave a violent shake before I took a deep breath.
'I'm okay. I'm okay,' I thought to myself. I was telling the truth. I was. I had to be. Suddenly, I didn't want to talk anymore. That brief, period of weakness was over. I clenched my fist and glanced up at my guardian.
"Listen, Optimus. I'm sorry I made you change times around with the government and stuff...but maybe we ought to just leave. I don't know what I thought I was gonna say anyways." Optimus turned to me and the look on his face was so...strange. He was a robot from planet Cybertron. The leader of a group of strong and powerful rebels. But yet, his face still tried to mask hurt. I hated myself. I've hurt everyone around me. First my mom and dad, then my friends. And now him. God, I hated myself.
"You don't trust me," he stated. Every word spoken by him shattered me.
"N-No," I stuttered. "That's not it. I just don't trust myself to speak, I guess." Optimus's optics dimmed for a slight moment.
"The first step to trusting others is to trust yourself." I smirked.
"Mhm, how cliche." (Like what I said five minutes ago wasn't cliche.) Optimus frowned.
"You must take advice seriously. No matter how...cliche." I sighed and placed myself on the ground.
"Yeah, I know. You're right and I'm sorry." Optimus nodded and surprised me by reaching his hand down and gently picking my up. He placed me on his shoulder, and his hand only dropped once he made sure I wouldn't fall. I sat crisscrossed, my hand digging into his shoulder plate. I leaned against one of his neck cables and sighed.
"What's wrong with me, Optimus? And don't say nothing" cause that isn't true. There has to be some reason I'm like...you." Optimus sighed, revealing how stressed and tired he was. Almost amazing how one little sigh could tell a giant story like that one. I leaned farther into his neck and mimicked his sigh.
"Listen Optimus. I know that you're my guardian, but this should go both ways. Maybe you should...I don't know. Maybe you should..." I sighed, trailing off. Why was this so difficult for me to ask?! I sighed and attempted to start over. "What I'm trying to say is...well maybe you should ta-" Ratchet's voice blared through his inner comm., effectively cutting me off.
"Optimus...We've found a location in which you will be able to clearly transmit a signal and message to Autobots in hiding." Optimus paused before throwing a quick glance my way. I waved my hand dismissively and his shoulders slightly fell.
"We are on our way." His voice rang so regal and strong, only I was able to see the stress that resigned in his form. He offered his servo and I quickly hopped onto it. Once it was a good distance from the ground, I jumped off and easily landed on the ground. I jogged over to grab my shoes, easily slipping them on as I raced towards my, now transformed, guardian. I slipped in and the doors slammed shut behind me. From there, it was a silent trip as we both seemed to get lost in our thoughts.
Our arrival, though expected, was very dramatic. I began to assume that's how Optimus was. Graceful. Kind. Selfless. Powerful. Slightly intuitive. Intuitive for the most part. Okay, very intuitive...Everything that I was not.
I huffed before jumping out of the passenger side. And here I was feeling sorry for myself. What was new? 'Pathetic' my thoughts hissed. 'Unworthy.' I rolled my eyes 'Unworthy? Unworthy of what? Being graced by your annoying presence,' I shot back. What I assumed was my conscious snorted. 'I mean, you are the one who is currently having a one sided conversation as of now.' I sighed and tried to push it out of my head.
I glanced up and attempted to jog around the rest of the Autobots. To my surprise, I succeeded and stopped when I was in the outer layer of the woods. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent. It had a naturally husky smell, though it smelled very fresh. The scent was engrossing and I felt a beam of light shine on my eyes, which still remained lightly shut. I stretched my arm out and my hand lightly brushed a tree. I began to walk, just using smell, sound, and touch to guide me through the forest.
I eventually paused when the feel of trees disappeared. I gently reopened my eyes, and I gasped at the sight. I was in a clearing. It was so vast and wide, I wondered how no one had ever come across it. Butterflies fluttered about and birds tweeted, a soft hum that had me to my knees. I sat, my legs splayed to the side as I grinned. Here nothing mattered to me. Not my parents. Not the Autobots. Not even myself. I was simply...at peace. I slid my arms along the grass and I gently laid down. A dandelion swirled in the wind, seeds gently falling and resting on my nose. Suddenly I yawned, and my eyes closed before I knew what was happening. (Cause Alice and Wonderland? Why not.)
My eyes shot open and I gasped, panic rising in my chest as I immediately began to hyperventilate. Where in the world was I? I was just in the forest clearing...wasn't I? Well I definitely wasn't now. I was staring off into a light blue ocean on a vast cliff. I glanced down at myself and raised my eyebrows at the odd costume change. I now wore a simple white dress that blew with the breeze. My shoes were gone, not that I minded, and a simple flower was threaded into my long black hair. In my moment of of awe and confusion, I still had enough room to be slightly annoyed. I mean what was this? A Disney movie? Yeah, I was Rose Menor, princess of the mentally unstable. I scoffed but looked back at the ocean. Suddenly I heard a voice. "Jump," it whispered. It wasn't like when I had to jump when we were being hunted. No. This voice was different. Calming. Sort of like Optimus. It was gentle and sweet. From the moment I heard it, I trusted it. I glanced back down at the water, completely unafraid now. I stepped closer to the edge and paused. In the water I saw something. A flashback this time, not a vision.
I stood at the beach, my best friend urging me to follow her into the water.
"Come on Rose! Hurry up! The water feels so nice and you promised to teach me how to swim." I shoved the rest of my sandwich into my mouth and waved it off.
"Yeah, yeah. Just come chill up here and eat. Then we'll wait for a bit and then I'll teach you," I shouted, my mouth completely stuffed. She snorted impatiently and divided into the water, giggling when she popped up. I sighed. My nerves were so short that day. Like I anticipated that something would happen. Perhaps that was why I was so hesitant to get into the water. She floated out farther and I immediately stood up.
"Alice! Get back over here now! You are in the freakin' ocean for crying out loud!" She rolled her eyes and blew a raspberry.
"Whatever mom," She growled. By then, I bounced on my feet, impatient.
"I'm serious, Alice!" She sighed, but caved and started to make her way towards the shore. From there… it was a blur. I had felt the wind blow before I had spotted the wave. I squinted as I gasped.
"Get out! Get out now Alice!" By then, I was racing to grab her, and she snorted.
"I'm coming, geez." She finally noticed my expression and she turned, her mouth making a horrified o shape.
"No!" I shrieked. By then, it was too late. The wave has crashed into the shore line, slamming me backwards and taking my best friend with it. I immediately pushed myself up and dived in the water, swimming in the direction she was pulled in. My eyes burned as the salt invaded my pupils, though I didn't care. I frantically searched around until I found the clip to her bathing suit. I shoved it in the top of mine and swam up for air. I allowed myself two gulps before taking another dive down and, thank god, finding her.
I pushed myself, adrenaline pumping, and just as I reached my hand, a sharp pain stabbed my foot. I winced and looked up. It was a piece of coral. I quickly got loose and swam to my friend, blood pouring out from every direction. I prayed that no sea animal would smell it. I grabbed her hand and pulled her up, gasping as I followed. Throwing her over one shoulder, I tried not to panic as she laid limp over my arm. I swam to the shore, this time using the waves to my advantage, riding them back.
I quick laid her on her stomach and immediately began chest compressions. I screamed for someone, anyone to call 911 as I kept pumping my hands against her still chest. Tears poured from my eyes as I begged her to stay with me and I kept pushing, even as I was yanked off of her. I kicked for a short while, but eventually stopped fighting.
My best friend was pronounced dead at the scene.
I blinked as the swirl dissolved back into the ocean. The wind whipped easily through my hair and I frowned. I went to clench my hand shut, but an object stopped me. I opened my hand flat, revealing a tiny sphere of light. Though it shine magnificently, it was clearly connected with the ocean. With water. I glanced over to my left, as if I expected someone to be there. I tentatively held out my hand. I shuddered slightly when I felt someone trial a hand down my arm. That confirmed what I believed. This wasn't human. It was...something. I knew for a fact that this wasn't Cybertronian, though I understood that he was somehow connected. Its hand ran down my arm curled my hand around the light. I took a deep breath and looked behind me. I saw, yet I couldn't see. It was a mist. A mist that drew out his form. It was crouched at my level. He maybe? Perhaps I'll keep it at "it" until I know for sure. It sighed before standing up.
"We must focus. Time is limited. Remember what you are here to do." Jump. Right, I was supposed to jump. Without any warning whatsoever, I gracefully whipped through the sky, turning my body as I fell. The water smacked into my back, yet it didn't hurt at all. I sunk, light splayed around me, my breathing unhindered. I glanced around, the tired feeling returning. I smiled lazily as a dolphin whizzed by me before stopping and spinning around my in a effortless rhythm. Sort of like the dandelion.
My eyes closed once again and I began to drift.
My eyes shot open once again and I was in a different location. At this point, I understood this..dream.. I took a deep breath and it spread throughout the arctic air. I immediately spotted a cliff edge and I drew towards it. My gloved hand brushed across the smooth ice and my...friend, briefly tapped the ice twice. It suddenly seemed to flicker to life with a bright flash of light. I saw my vision again. This time, however, it was quite different. But yet, it was the same. The light dimmed to a faint purple and blue as my vision began at my future. It flashed by quickly, as it had when this vision first occurred, yet it paused at very important points.
In a brief flash I saw myself. Optimus. Death. Imminent death. Not my death. The light flickered and it settled at a figure. The voice spoke for the first time in this setting, briefly startling me.
"Your bonded," It said, tone soft, yet blunt and matter of factly. It almost seemed as if it didn't like the choice.
"Bonded?" I softly whispered. I saw another flash, yet this one was normal. Like when I had found out about Hillmender. It was simply information on what being "bonded" meant and what it entailed. I was still confused, not because I didn't understand what the term meant. No. I easily understood that. It was just...well this figure. It wasn't human. I staggered away from the ice and this time, this sleep. It wasn't as easy as the rest. Welcomed? Yes. Easy? No.
My eyes fluttered shut and I slipped away.
This time I was somewhat prepared for what came next. Though I didn't clench up and gasp, my breath came out in quick, startled pants. I glanced around and softly smiled. I lightly rested on rocky edge that seemed to connect to, well… nowhere in particular. I glanced down and bit my lower lip. Great, another outfit change. I did have to admit, however, that this outfit was way more comfortable. I wore a lavender shirt that was somewhat like the dress that I wore at the ocean. It followed with the breeze and flowed in the same direction. I had on white shorts that came up some ways past my knees.
I immediately blushed and faces away from my friend's presence. I didn't want it to see that. I heard it...him step behind me.
"You're ashamed." It was a simple statement of fact, not entirely a question. I clenched my fist and glared at the graying sky.
"I need to be stronger. I have to be stronger." There was a pause.
"And these?" It paused to trail a hand down my leg. "These are all weaknesses in your eyes?" I paused at the question.
"Yes." He chuckled softly. Sadly.
"Is it the blade cutting into your skin, or is it what causes the blade to even cause contact with you body?" I shuddered before sighing.
"It's the feeling of being enough. I can't ever be enough. No matter how much my family and friends and even the Autobots need me to be! I can't be enough for them. I keep trying. It will never happen." The voice corrected me quickly, as if I didn't know my own emotions. God, I hated how it was right.
"Perfection. You strive for it. If you can be perfect for others, then maybe you'll be enough for yourself. Tell me. Could you name one person in your life who is perfect?" Though I knew how stubborn and childish I was being, I quickly snapped back at him.
"Optimus Prime!" The voice sighed fondly.
"Ah, Orion Pax." Another flash of a vision. Orion. That was his designation before he was named Prime. "Believe it or not, he is far from perfect. He reminds me much of you. Not with the imperfection. But you have the same personality." I sighed.
"Yeah right. He's intelligent, kind, elegant, and compassionate. I'm snarky, rude, a massive pain in the ass, antisocial, and very, very annoying." I ran a hand through my hair, only to find out that it was pulled into a sharp ponytail.
"A demeanor that you have simply created for yourself. It isn't how you truly are. We both know that." I shifted before blurting out something I thought we had moved on from.
"You," I said quickly.
"I'm sorry?" The voice replied, genuinely confused.
"You're perfect." The voice was silent for a very long time. I almost wondered if I had offended it.
"I have made mistakes as well. I...created." I knew that that was all I was going to hear about that. I decided to ask a question, mainly to clear something up.
"What...are you?"
He laughed.
"In you and your friends terms, I am a mech." So he meant my Autobot friends. I snorted. Who was I kidding? They were my only friends. Other than Sam, Mikaela, and Dylan. So he would suffice. I glanced at the edge. I wasn't going to wait for him to tell me. I glanced back at him, and I could feel him smile. In one quick movement, he brushed his hand down my leg again, and I gasped. My scars vanished in one smooth wave.
"They are no more." I stared at him in awe and tears pooled in my eyes. I turned back around. I went back to what I had been about to do. I stared at the grey sky...and jumped. I fell through a huge thunder cloud and was shocked with a jolt of electricity. It didn't hurt though. It felt...nice.
I searched for the tiredness, and it came with ease.
This time, I awoke with everything on fire. It burned with a pain so unimaginable, I couldn't scream or even gasp. My head whipped around, searching for my friend. I knew. He was gone. I felt a new presence. Something grabbed my arm and yanked my up roughly. All in one, the pain was gone. I stared at the body which was surrounded in vicious embers. I whimpered softly.
"Why?" I whispered softly.
"What?!" The new voice snarled. I hated it. It was so harsh. Like it didn't care about anything but power.
"Why does fire always mean evil? The rest of the elements can be just as evil! It's not fair for fire to be singled out like that!" Why in the world was I so pisses about this?
"I want my friend back. Now! Bring me back my friend!" There was a small gasp and then he was back, arms wrapped around my sobbing and shaking frame. He murmured apologizes over and over while gently running my back. I gently fluttered my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Even though I couldn't fully see him, I knew that he was smiling.
"You've passed the final test. I couldn't be more proud." Test? What test? Before I could ask, a single spark drifted and landed on my cheek.
I slumped forward and I was gone before my friend caught me.
This place was new. A new, new. A very odd new. The place was pitch black, as black as a winter midnight, and just as cold too. I heard a soft whisper, and the voice was gone.
"Use them." I knew exactly what he meant. I flicked my hand out before drawing it out towards my face. A flame flashed as soon as I thought if it. I immediately did the same with each, and as soon as it began, it ended.
I was back at the forest clearing. I glanced back at my friend.
"When can I see you again? How can I see you again?" The voice smiled.
"It's simple but complicated. Simple as thinking of me. Complicated of forgetting. If it is an emergency, you may call my name...and I will come." I glanced back at him and grinned. "But I don't know your name." He smiled. "You do." This grin. My grin. It was a new grin. One that would remain new until the end of time. I laughed. His hand lightly trailed across my face, and my eyes began to flutter shut.
"Until we meet again," I whispered. A pause.
"Show no one." Another pause.
Finally, "Until then."
My eyes fluttered open softly I was back at the outer layer of the woods. I sighed in contentment. Suddenly, I remembered the Autobots. I shot up with a gasp and ran my fingers through my hair. I frowned when I felt something hard resting on the top of it. I pulled it off, wincing as it caught in my hair. I gingerly pulled it out and my eyes widened in disbelief. In my hand, I held a crown. *This is so cringe. Just pretend that it's like something from a cool fantasy for my sake. Which it sorta is...kinda*
But not like the ones princesses wore.
This one was different. It was laced with prices of pitch black and gold metal, where a gem of each element was stranded in a divot between each outline of breakage. In the middle, a large white piece of clean cut quartz.
I eyed it speculatively, as I turned it over in my hands. On the inside, I saw a few symbols that I looked closer to read. Anything. I immediately understood. This crown, this thing. It would take the shape of whatever I wanted it to. I believed that I would simply have to think about it. I scrunched up my nose as I thought of what to test. Once I had the idea, I thought of it, and it appeared on my finger. A beautiful ring shone bright in the sunlight. It looked better than a princess crown.
I wouldn't admit it, but I thought the crown looked pretty. I assumed, using the common sense that I had left, that I just had to think of it disappearing and maybe it would. Like an internal button or something like that. I shrugged. This was getting to much like a kids show. It probably didn't even do anything. I sighed and made my way through the forest, the ring vanishing. I really didn't like this so much anymore. I mean I understood if I did something with the elements. That would be super awesome. But with the outfit changes and settings, and crown, I was likely to burst into song at any given time. Once I was fully out of the forest, I looked around. The Autobots were seemingly in the same positions they were when I left, though some glanced around, confusion on their faces. Was the universe stupid or something?
And it was then that I learned: karma is a thing. As soon as the thought was processed, I tripped over a tree root (like where did it come from? I was exiting a forest? Oh yeah). I went down with a loud thump and my head smacked into the dirt.
"Okay geez! I didn't mean it," I muttered trying to rub the dirt off of my face while at the same time, I attempted to keep a tiny bit of dignity intact. It didn't do crap considering I was still on the damn ground. Everyone glanced my way, and I blushed, looking. I prayed that everyone would just leave it alone and let me get up when I wanted to, but seemingly, the universe wasn't finished with me.
"Are you alright?" Optimus asked, body fully turned around as he made his way towards me. Instead of giving a ration response like I intended on, I groaned and nodded.
"Yeah, yeah I'm alright."
'Curse this clumsy body' I thought to myself. Optimus offered me a servo and I took it.
I jumped up and dusted myself off, walking away muttering, "That didn't happen okay?" Optimus returned to his original spot, and I treaded behind him. He glanced at at me, and I raised a brow in surprise when he offered me me a servo. I quickly climbed onto it, and he gently set me down on his shoulder. I waited silently as he began the message. As it continued on, I grinned. He was so selfless and well...Optimus. Amazing.
"With the Allspark gone," he began. "We cannot return life to our planet." I stared out at the sky with him until he had finished. He paused. "We are here. We are waiting."
I climbed down from his shoulder and glanced back at Sam and Mikaela. Oh gross. It wasn't the making out that got me. It was cringe they were being about it. Like really? You bought and discovered an alien car and you decide to potentially reproduce on it? I ran up beside them and banged on the hood.
"Okay that's it children, party's over. I'm sure Bumblebee doesn't want you two all over him. Come on get up. Optimus just gave a great speech and you missed it putting Mojo to shame. I was referring to slobbering if you didn't get it." There was a pause and a look of confusion from the two. Ratchet spoke first.
"They couldn't have heard that message. They shouldn't have heard that message. We didn't even hear his message." I threw my hands up and began to walk away, showing just how over this I was.
"Alright...Great."
I stood in a circle around the Autobots and I internally facepalmed. The only reason I had wanted to talk to Optimus was to explain when I started to see my visions and when I was magically able to see Cybertron's history. God, I hated myself sometimes. Or more often than not.
Great! I was right back to where I started. Did the whole "Disney in the Forest" thing just not happen? I paused. I didn't really hate myself did I? I mean, I do some pretty good things.
I paused. Oh. Primus. No! Was this what the voice meant? That every bad thought about myself would be argued. Between just simply hating myself and another voice arguing against the fact that I hated myself, I honestly couldn't decide on which was worse. Dylan lazily slung an arm around me, and I resisted the urge to throw it off. I wasn't a big fan of physical contact. Much. Sam glanced at the two of us and wriggled his eyebrows.
"So what, are you two like a thing now?" He asked. He gave Dylan a playfully dangerous look, yet it had a strange seriousness to it. "You like my sister? I break your face if you ever hurt her." I giggled and rolled my eyes at my "brother." Sam and I did have a relationship somewhat like siblings. That was before we helped kill Megatron together. When we had killed Megatron, this brought our sibling status up by a thousand times...whatever the number was before.
"I'm serious Rose." He growled, crossing his arms.
"I can tell," I said, faking innocence. Mikaela smiled. I gave her a smile and she returned it in a full grin. Whatever the issue between me and Mikaela. It had been solved. She was like my best friend and I knew I was like hers. Sam waved his arms around.
"We should have a party. Like a celebration party." I rolled my eyes.
"Uh-huh and just who would we invite? The government?" Sam frowned.
"I was originally just thinking of us and the Autobots, but I guess they could come if they wanted to." Dylan jumped, his arm that was around my shoulder snapping and pointing at Sam.
"Now we're talkin'. I'm thinking lights, DJ, lots of food." Sam grinned like a maniac. "I like your style." Mikaela bit her lip.
"What if we have, like a formal party? I feel like more political people would prefer that idea more." My eyes dimmed.
"I personally think that we shouldn't even have a party. I already have a feeling that it won't turn out well." Dylan dramatically huffed.
"Stop being such a party pooper! But if we were to have a party...which would you prefer?" I growled and threw my head into my hands. There was an expecting silence and I sighed.
"I guess I would choose...a formal party." Mikaela clapped and gave me a high five. Sam turned to the observing Autobots.
"What do you guys think? formal or wild?" I turned and glared at them.
"Don't answer that." Jazz completed a backflip and whooped.
"Wild baby, wild!" He whooped for emphasis and I growled and shot him a look.
"Sorry babe... Wild it is," Bumblebee said.
"What radio or music piece says that?" I muttered to myself.
"I would prefer formal," a voice spoke up.
"Ratchet," I wailed. From there, Ironhide agreed formal and everyone stared at Optimus. I gave him a pleading look.
"In comparison to Rose, I do not believe that a party would benefit us as of now." I fist pumped into the air.
"Yes! See Optimus spoke. No party. Ha!" There was a quiet silence before someone broke it.
"However, I would prefer a formal gathering." I wailed and faked sobbed.
"Oh come on! We literally can not have a party right now. No one is gonna let us do that! No way it's getting approved!"
"It got approved," I muttered myself in disbelief. What. The. Actual. Hell? I was muttering to myself as every single person (and Autobot) laughed at me. Except Optimus, of course. Though it was no where close to a smile, his eyes were raised with a hint of amusement.
"This is not funny!" I growled to everyone though my gaze tore through my guardian. His eyes raised and he tried, without success, to keep a neutral expression. Dylan turned to me.
"Rose," he started in his ' I really want something and I'll love you forever voice'.
"What?" I asked slowly and cautiously.
"Listen, we all know you think this is a bad idea. But for one thing, you may have a bad feeling...but you just hate being social. This'll be good for you" I glared at him.
"So you think putting an antisocial person in a room of a lot of people is a good idea? You are a damn genius." Dylan rolled his eyes.
"Okay so forget that. But my point is that you've showed us pictures of your room and it looks super nice. So what I'm getting at… can you-" I cut him off.
"Plan the party and think of a theme? Fine." He glared at me.
"You left me there stuttering and looking like an idiot and you knew what the hell I was trying to say?" Everyone laughed and I quickly joined in.
"I mean look at the bright side. I'm planning your party." Dylan waved his arms.
"Oh goody," he muttered. This started another round of laughter. I rolled my neck back and frowned.
"Okay first we need to think of a theme. I'm thinking Autobots, which humans would define you as best as robots which you should all adequately be grateful for. We normally would associate robots with silver which is a very classy color." I paused to sort out my train of thought.
"So silver and thoughtful maybe." Mikaela frowned.
"I've never heard of a "thoughtful" theme." I nodded at her. "Exactly. It would be the next first, yet it would be very quiet without the craziness of normal party. We could have slow music and fountains." I was, without a doubt, thinking out loud, yet again I knew, without a doubt, my friends could almost see gears turning in my head. Suddenly, I jumped in a sudden realization.
"Oh my god, I can call my families party planner!"
Dylan gaped.
"You have a party planner?! You rich asshole!" Mikaela and I both squealed and she grabbed my hand, ignoring his little comment, as we jumped up and down. Dylan then cleared his throat and and Sam scratched the back of his neck, both looking sheepish for a reason I couldn't exactly pinpoint. Mikaela narrowed her eyes at the two boys suspiciously.
"What did you two do?" she questioned, eyes flashing in a 'don't you dare try to pull one over us' look. Dylan looked at Sam while Sam glanced at Dylan. I then realized what they had done. I crossed my arms and gave them a blank, neutral expression.
"That party's tomorrow isn't it?" Dylan blanched.
"Erm...well. Maybe." I leveled a look on him.
"You are both idiots. Plain and simple. Let's go Mikaela," I said grabbing her arm and stalking away. Mikaela grabbed my hand and we walked through the crowd of Autobots. I pulled her into the lab and she slammed the door behind us.
In the end of the whole ordeal, I had personally discussed the party with the governor dealing with the Autobots and pushed the date back two days. To my utter shock and surprise, I was both nervous and upset about the fact the the president would be attending our little gathering. 'Great. More ways this party could go wrong.' Since it was only around four in the afternoon, Mikaela, Bumblebee and I meet up with the planner, discussing classified stuff, decorations, and decor. Though I hadn't fully been introduced to the planner, it was safe to say that we were acquaintances considering the fact that he planned many of my parents parties.
The only thing I really knew about him was that his name was Mason. I usually attempted to avoid those said parties. This was the person that was recommended to me by the government, though I had yet to see him ever throw a tame party. They were normally about as wild as Jazz. It seemed as he painted the mental picture of what the party would look, sound and how the vibe that it would reveal itself, Mikaela began to slowly change her mind about her wanting a formal theme.
I, however, wasn't backing down. Once he got to the point of talking about fire, four DJs and alcohol, I raised my hand. He sighed, knowing about my overly cautious personality (when it involved other people of course), and he clearly didn't want to deal with it. On a short note: I didn't care.
"I don't think that those things will be necessary. Perhaps the farthest we should go is one DJ, no fire, and maybe at best some wine and champagne. After all, the president will be joining us and I highly doubt that he'd want his reputation to be ruined by a few shots of fireball or vodka." Mason pinched the bridge of his nose, and I gave him a leveled, neutral expression. However, he eventually backed down with a sigh.
"Very well." Mikaela gave me a pleading look and I shook my head. Absolutely not. This party was a horrible idea in the first place, so I had every right to be cautious.
Mikaela sighed and we continued to make further changes.
I stared out at the night sky and briefly checked my watch. It was currently about one in the morning, and I had managed to sneak out of the base without anyone noticing. I frowned up at the stars, knowing and awaiting another restless night. I rubbed my eyes and blinked up at the moon. I hummed a soft tune and glanced around me. It was so quiet and empty around me. So...peaceful. I sighed and leaned back against the grass. I wondered about myself.
Truly wondered.
Who was I? Not just in a sense of mentality, but who was I as a whole? What was I destined to be? It was something that I had honestly wondered my whole life. All those years of being different and being afraid of who I would become. Now that I was in my place, I knew it didn't matter. I wasn't saying that my past years weren't important because they were. Because they are. I knew they were helping to shape me and I knew that I wasn't done with these feelings.
I sighed and thought about every Autobot I knew.. They were all so brave and ready to stick by my guardian's side. They would die for the cause just as I would. I glanced at the moon again, this time studying it thoroughly. I didn't get as much credit as it deserved. It really was impressive. Staying in orbit with earth while earth stayed in orbit with the sun. On top of that, keeping the ocean under control and much more. I wondered how it felt to be the moon. I stood up, preparing to leave, with my unanswered question.
I gazed at the rocky planet, squinting as something seemed off about it, though I couldn't put my finger on it. Without warning, it gave a brilliant flash, and I knew. Not who I was because it came apparent that I would never know who I was.
I realized that I wasn't supposed to. But I knew who I was supposed to be. Who I would live up to be.
I was Rosalie Menor.
And I was truly...the last Prime.
And I'm ready for the heat ha lol (I've been joking but please don't hate the story because of this weird chapter)
Rose also won't really wear that thing in "crown" form. Probably mostly as a ring or necklace. I'm still cringing.
Also a party! Ha, I hate parties just like Rose. I don't blame her. (Also I just noticed that this is my longest chapter so far...oh boy)
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Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this horrendous chapter which may or may not have ruined the whole story.