Define the Word Love
Skidmark knew she didn't want him. Skidmark knew, that if her brother knew, he'd get kicked out of their little "Three Musketeers" team, therefore, making it the "Two Musketeers." Oh, if only she knew! She was so darn beautiful.
He had adored her from the day they met. She had scanned an Infiniti G37 when she had landed, and with it, the paintjob it had. Thus, she was a beautful smokey-grey, all over her body, with black lines from her black bonnet stripes that were done on her. When she laughed, she had a cute, high pitched chuckle. She was usually quiet, but when she got mad, she did it with style. Her blank, dark blue optics were always off, because of an accident that had happened before Megatron had chased the AllSpark through deep space. She was especially stealthy. She could sneak up upon you without you realizing it - even if you were human. All these things made the one femme she loved, but he knew who she liked. She adored that Autobot Youngling, the one their age. The one named Bumblebee.
Oh, how he wished she noticed how much he liked her. All the time, he sat alone in the driveway of the Lennox's home, wondering what was wrong with him that she didn't like. Maybe it was his alternate form?
When he had landed on Earth, he had crashed landed near the Harley Davidson store in Las Vegas, and had scanned the motorbike there, but with a few of his own adjustments. He was a deep orange with red flames, and when he transformed, he thought he looked smoking!! The two wheels that his alternate form had served as the ankles for his feet. These had enabled him to be able to sort of skate across the roads or dirt, ramming an enemy harshly from the speed he had gained. Although, at times he did slip and fall from them. The handle bars of the bike became like shoulder blades on him, so the handles stuck out. Maybe he just didn't look like much to her.
He didn't notice Annabelle Lennox, the almost grown up daughter of Will and Sarah, approach him from behind. She had bought Skidmark unintentionally from the Motorbike store.
"Skidmark?" she asked.
"Huh?! What?!" Skidmark turned towards her, startled. Realizing it was his human charge, he relaxed. "Hey, Annie."
She sat down next to him. "Something on your mind?"
"A femme. But, she doesn't like me." Skidmark slumped a bit.
Annabelle just laughed. "What gives you that notion?!"
"Um... I watch her?"
She frowned. "Who's the lucky girl?"
"Replay."
Replay? Anthea's car? Annabelle frowned once more. "Dude, if Shadow Tag and Bumblebee were to find out, you are so toasted."
"Told you. She likes Bumblebee, and Shadow Tag, despite the fact he's a couple upgrades younger, is going to kill me."
The two fell into a deep silence.
"Have you told her?" Annabelle then asked.
Skidmark flinched. "No."
She sighed. "Have you at least tried?"
"Dozens of times. I just... I tried, in very few words..."
"When I last checked, it was just three you had to say."
"Three?" Skidmark looked at Annabelle curiously.
"Yeah. To tell someone you love them, you just have to say three simple words. At least, that's the human way," Annabelle chuckled, nervously. "I don't know what you guys have to say, but a human just has to say 'I love you!', and that's that. Then, the outcome."
"The outcome?"
"Yup. Sometimes, if the person doesn't like you back, you get smacked."
"Yeowch."
"Yup."
When Skidmark went to recharge that night, his dreams were filled with her. And, Bumblebee and Shadow Tag were nowhere to be seen. It was just him... and her.