Disclaimer: I don't own transformers. D: I wish I did though.

I'm sorry that it took me like more than a month to write this chapter. :O Computer games sucked me in and it took me a month to escape their jail of awesomeness. O.O But I won't be having any internet for a few weeks. So no internet=no getting sucked into computer games which hopefully= I will be able to write some more chapters of this fan-fiction. :)

"Trisha, did you seriously have to make me wake up super early, help you get all the items you need and bring them all to your house for your little plan on a freaking Sunday morning?"

"Well Amy you said you were going to help ya know." I say while putting some items in a large box.

"Well by help I thought you meant putting bows on presents or something like that"

I sighed. "Well Amy, then you should have known better huh?"

"Yea, I guess, but why not make Steve help you out with your plan?"

"Dude, you know how he gets around food. He'll most likely eat it all in less than five minutes. He's a freaking eating machine."

"Dude seriously. Every time he comes to my mom's restaurant on free home-made cookies day every month she never has any more for anyone because he eats them all! That's why they always come early in the morning now because they know the 'eating machine' is coming to town."

Its true Steve is a monster when it comes to eating, but he hardly ever gains any weight. He works out a lot and he turns all that food into muscle. I bet when he goes to high school, the girls will be all over him.

We started to burst out into uncontrollable giggles.

"Hey! What's going on down there?" I heard my mother ask sleepily from upstairs.

"Nothing mom. Just... talking about things."

"Well can you keep it down? It's my only day off all week and it would be nice if you could be quiet so I can relax and get some sleep."

"Sure thing mom."

"Good. Now I'm going back to bed." She said while yawning.

"I feel bad for your parents. They're always working."

"I know. I wanted to help them by getting a job to help pay the bills, but the only jobs around here are tour guides and stuff like that since our town is close to the beach and all. Plus who would hire a shy girl that freaks out when she talks to people?"

"You know my mom would so hire you to work at the restaurant if you wanted. She keeps telling me that she wants to repay you somehow since you gave her some of your secret recipes to let her use as some of the meals at her restaurant."

"That's nice of her to want to do that, but I gave her the recipes because I wanted to help, not for anything in return. And I don't want her to hire me just because of that. She already has tons of waiters/waitresses and I don't want her to have to spend extra money on me when I'm not really needed there."

"Come on please?"

"No."

"Can you at least think about it? You know it would make her happy if you said yes."

I sighed. "Alright fine."

We picked up all the boxes with the items in them and brought them to the front door.

There we waited for Jazz.

Jazz had agreed to help me with my plan by coming early to pick us up and bring us to base.

Amy and I sat there impatiently. Well at least Amy did. She can't sit around and do nothing for very long since she has ADHD.

"Gosh he's taking forever!"

"Amy, you sound just like Steve. He said the same thing yesterday."

"Eww gross. I'm nothing like him."

"Touché."

Amy playfully slapped me. It didn't hurt me, it felt like a tap on the cheek.

"Don't you say that word again or I shall have to make your life miserable."

"How? Are you going to throw skittles at me?"

"I don't know yet, but be warned!"

"Touché..."

"YOU SHALL PAY FOR SAYING THAT!"

"Phh yea right." I say while laughing.

"Touché."

"Touché!"

"TOUCHE!"

Amy and I kept playfully yelling the word trying to annoy each other, until we finally saw Jazz drive up the street.

We quickly put the boxes in his trunk and got in his alt-mode.

Now to wait to put this plan in action.

As soon as we got to base, I took my boxes and quickly went to the lunch room and went into the kitchen. Amy went with Jazz to the rec room to hang out with some people.

I unpacked my boxes and started to get everything ready.

Oh yea, that's right, I never told you what my plan was. Well I decided since the soldiers miss their homes so much and can't have any good tasting home-made food I would make them the best breakfast they ever would have probably here at base. I didn't have enough supplies to make enough food for all of them, but at least it's better than nothing. Don't think I don't know how to cook. I come from a long line of great chefs in my family so I know what I'm doing. Even though cooking isn't my lifelong dream, it still is one of my hobbies.

I started to mix of batter for some no bake cookies while turning on the oven and stove.

Then I put some bacon and eggs in the frying pans and then I got my recipe book and looked up how to make blueberry muffins.

While everything was cooking, I got an idea. No one was looking…so maybe I could put my headphones on and dance a little? I haven't danced in ages. Well to me it's been ages.

I put on my headphones on and turned on a random song.

My feet started moving to the beat and my body swayed back and forth.

I did random dance moves for a while. I felt free. Dancing is my life. It's part of me as I am part of it. I was so busy dancing it didn't really bother me when I picked up the broom and started to use it as a microphone as I sang to the song. Nothing could stop me now. I was too into the music to notice anything else. But for some reason I had a uneasy feeling like someone was watching me. I pushed that feeling aside and continued to dance to my heart's content.

Then I remembered my food on the stove and quickly turned off my music and made sure all of the food was ready for breakfast. I also took out the muffins from the stove and put them on the counter to cool.

Since I had nothing better to do and I hadn't heard anyone come into the cafeteria yet, I decided to turn on another song and dance some more.

I turned on Caramelldansen and started to dance like a freak...again.

I was so glad that like not very many people were around the cafeteria at this hour. Most of them were probably training or doing something else right now. So that meant I could dance like nobody was watching-since no one was. Well that is until I did a twirl and ended up looking straight at the kitchen door. And guess what I saw. I saw two guys.

One I immediately knew as Sam and the other I had no idea who he was. The guy had blonde hair with a streak of black in it, he was tall, in great shape and do I really have to go into detail? Can't I just say I almost swept me off my feet at first site? Well he would have if at that moment I saw them I hadn't jumped like 5 feet in the air while letting out a scream and then started to blush like a crazy person.

Sam stared at me trying to hold in a laugh.

The blonde guy next to him just stared at me in shock. Maybe because I screamed or something? But he only stared at me like that for a second or so because then he started to speak.

"Primus, Trisha are you alright? Sam and I didn't mean to startle you. We just came here to get Sam a snack."

How did this guy know me? I've never seen him before-at least I don't think so. But he did seem very familiar.

Sam started to laugh. "Yea sorry. We didn't mean to scare you. But what are you doing here anyway? Plus dancing..."

"Erm oh uh...I was uh...t-t-trying to s-surprise the s-soldiers with a g-good breakfast because the food here t-tastes bad and they were talking about how m-much they miss their homes and families so I decided to m-make them breakfast so that t-they would feel more at home. I said stuttering.

"Ah. So that's the wonderful smell of food that I noticed while walking down the hallway." Sam said smiling at me.

I felt a smile start to form at the corner of my lips.

"But it still doesn't explain why you were dancing." Sam stated.

My smile instantly faded. Gosh why did he have to bring that up?

"Uh I have to go. Just take some of the food if you want and give the rest to the guys when they come. Bye!" I say as I quickly run out the kitchen door trying to find someplace to hide.

I think I heard them yelling at me to come back but I just kept on running.

I ran through tons of hallways, until I finally stopped.

I leaned against one of the walls panting. I really need to work out more.

Embarrassment flooded up in me. Gosh I acted just like a child getting punished when Sam was talking to me. I tried to sound innocent and when that didn't work I ran away. How was I ever going to actually not be known as the shy girl around here?

Well at least it's a good thing I told them what to do with all the food. But I still couldn't help being paranoid about it. What if Sam dropped the food, or it tastes bad and everyone blames it on Sam or what if Sam eats everything and then becomes a mutant and turns everyone into tacos? OK, maybe not the last one. My mind tends to think of weird things when I'm panicking.

I couldn't stop being paranoid about it. I'd try to think of something else to take my mind off of everything that just happened but nothing worked.

Most days I hate the way I am now. I wish I could go back to how I used to be a two years ago before the incident happened that changed the way I am. I never used to freak out at every little thing and I wasn't shy or a goody-goody all the time. I used to not be shy and I used to go with the flow normally, but not anymore.

To put my worrisome mind at rest, I decided I would go back to the cafeteria just to make sure everything worked out right. But there was no way I was just going to just skip into there. I decided it would be best to just take a peek at everyone from the corner of one of the walls leading into there.

I only wanted to make sure everything was alright. I didn't need to do anything more.

I retraced my steps back down the hall I came from.

As I got to the front of the cafeteria, I silently placed myself against the wall and peeked around the corner.

A smile formed at my lips at what I saw.

My uncle was sitting at a table with a group of guys. Even though he was sitting far away, I could still hear him gloating about how his niece (me) was a good cook.

Sam must have told them I made all the food.

All the other guys I saw in there seemed to smile a lot more and they didn't act like war-hardened soldiers. It was like no one even noticed that they were in a secret military base filled with giant alien robots.

It seemed like everyone was enjoying themselves. It looks like my plan was a success.

I let out a happy sigh and pushed myself off the wall.

No need to go into the cafeteria right now. I didn't want everyone to thank me and I didn't want to start gloating about how good a cook I was and everything else. My uncle was already doing that enough.

Instead I slowly walked down one of the hallways to the rec room.

Being with friends is better than being the center of attention.