"Anne!" Excited.
"Go. Away." Dead panned.
"Anne…" Whining.
"Die." Angry.
"Anne." Hurt.
A single eye opened in annoyance, "I never wanted to see you before seven in the morning."
"But Anne it's two minutes after seven!"
She growled, "Only because you've been pestering me for the passed five minutes!" Shifting she pushed herself up enough to throw her pillow at the older male; then frowned when she realized that she'd relinquished her pillow.
"Dad…" She whined in response.
Smiling he moved to sit on the edge of her bed, "Anne, You're leaving your old man in two days. We've got a lot of goodbyes to say."
"I'll be four hours away! In college! Two minutes from Aunt Linda!" She complained trying to bury herself under her blankets.
Her father over acted, making the motion of being stabbed in the heart as if her words had cut him, "Oh cruel world! My own daughter is leaving me all alone!"
"You're forty five! Grow up!"
He smiled, daring any male at that college to mess with his little spitfire. "Come on get up, we've got a long day ahead of us."
"I have to pack, how long of a day is that?"
"We have to stop by the secretary of state to get the car put in your name, then to the insurance agency to get-"
"Wait." He smiled, oh yes, that had her attention. "We're doing what?"
"The Saleen honey, we're putting it in your name. You didn't think I'd sent you off to college carless did you?"
"I figured you'd give me the truck!"
He smiled, oh yes, she was certainly awake now, "Anne, for starters you'd never be able to afford the gas on that monster, scholarships or not. Secondly, you'll be parking the car at Aunt Linda's, the smaller the better, she's already doing you a favor by letting you garage park it."
Anne frowned, she remembered that thing. The Saleen. Over seven years ago it had just showed up. He father stated the government gave it to him, bah. Sure they already paid him a hefty amount for the work he did, something computer based and technical enough to give her headaches thinking about it. Still, she didn't think they'd just pass out cars as well. Then again she didn't think they'd invade third world countries looking for weapons of mass destruction or take wolves off the endangered species list and hunt them down again.
For starters, it wasn't a new model when they'd gotten it and by now it was, well pushing it's limit. Or it should have been, any other care from that same model's year would be showing rust, faded paint, no. Not the Saleen. It's black paint was as sleek as the day it rolled off the factory line. The white pin striping wasn't cracked or nicked in the least.
The few times she'd driven the car nothing but trouble had come. The first day she'd driven it to school another student with a vendetta against her had apparently keyed the black car. She'd been called down to the office and informed of the act by the school's security guard who'd caught the girl. When they went to show her the damage the guard had been completely stunned at the lack of damage.
"Dad, if the government gave you the car is it alright for you to just give it to me?" Hah! There.
He nodded, "It was…a gift, a bonus. It's not something they loaned to me so yes, it is." Damn. "Now, up."
She groaned but did as ordered.
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"Come on Anne…you might as well get back into the habit of driving it…" He commented trying to coax her towards the car. It wasn't as if she really hated it, it was just old, and a car. She much preferred trucks. Of course her friends teased her to no end. Despite it's year the sports car was just that, a sleek vehicle that any high school kid dreamed of having. She would rather drive her fathers pick up truck.
"I'll buy you chocolate…Lot's of it." She sighed, catching the keys as he tossed them to her.
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Barricade lowered his frame a minuet movement, settling further on his wheels. This was the fifth time today that he'd been left sitting in a parking lot waiting for his human charges to return. At least this time the femme had likewise remained waiting, ha Barricade would see how she liked it.
When David had first suggested the idea of leaving with his youngling Barricade had flat out refused. He wasn't completely fund of the idea of working with humans to begin with. This fleshling in particular had seemed to be nothing but trouble. Of course he'd smugly mentioned that he'd been assigned to David and his family, considering the work David did, aiding in the refining of resources into high grade for the Autobots.
Barricade had thanked the fact that David had very brief and limited knowledge of the other Autobots, the meatbag would never be able to despite him. Sadly that fraggin' Prime had overruled him. It seemed that slaggin' Preceptor had landed and who better to par with a scientist than another scientist? Which meant Barricade was without a job, so what better to do than baby sit a femme? That was Optimus' take on the situation. The bug had warned him of this 'college' and he'd done extensive research, he wouldn't say he cared for the femme, or his main charge, but…should anything happen to the girl, David's work would more than likely be negatively affected and in the long run. That would do him, and the rest of the Autobots no good at all. So youngling sitting it was.
At least he had the introduction to look forward to. Barricade refrained from rumbling his engine in amusement; after all it was supposed to be turned off. Transforming in front of the femme was bound to be interesting, introductions with humans usually were.
"Finally!" Anne commented when David returned to the car, carrying a bank lock box with a smile. Barricade noticed the man's vitals showed he was uneasy but he didn't inquire. That would ruin his surprise later.
"What's that? My inheritance or something?" She questioned, jokingly as she turned the engine on and pulled them out of the parking lot.
"Or something." Her father confirmed.