Thank you, the two people who've reviewed! I appreciate it!
BTW, Transformers isn't mine. If it was, well... there'd be a whole lot more slashy sticky stuff and many toddlers would be traumatised. Yep.
"Oh man, you, like, totally showed him! It was, like, grr, then wrowr, then flip-BANG! hiss, and he was like-"
Sam grinned at his overactive friend, amused by his description of the, apparently, epic confrontation.
"I won't... let him touch it. Ever. He... also shouldn't have hurt you."
Miles blushed.
"C'mon, man, he didn't really hurt me-"
"Miles."
The other boy went quiet.
"I'm not... going to let him hurt you. What... kind of friend would I be, hmm?"
"A smart friend, that's what. You do know he's just gonna be, like, gunning for you now, right? You totally pissed him off, dude. Totally."
"And it was worth it."
"He wouldn't bother you so much if ya just left the doll at home-"
"I can't! You... you know what would happen to it if... I didn't take it with me! And besides..."
He looked down at the object in question, gaze softening slightly.
"I just... can't."
Miles patted a shoulder lightly, an understanding look in his eyes.
"I get that, man, but maybe if we got you a backpack or something for it?"
Sam grinned.
"Miles, my friend... the most fun part is pissing people off!"
The other slapped his forehead with a palm, muttering under his breath about crazy people and not knowing when to quit.
"But Miles... I do know when to quit! I just... don't quit."
"Whatever, dude. We better get to class, one more tardy and I 'm grounded for, like, ever."
:Jazz, are you positive? We cannot make any mistakes.:
:Boss-Bot? The glasses have co-ordinates on them. I think this is what we're lookin' for..:
:Alright, Jazz. Try to get a little closer to the boy. We need to make sure this is what we're looking for.:
:Got it, Boss-Bot, Jazz out.:
Every bored student's dream, the end-of-day bell. Ah, what joys it brings...
"Wanna come over?"
"Can't. Evil witch of the West... on patrol."
Miles winced, well aware of the evil witch he was talking about.
"Sorry, man, good luck. I'll bring you lunch tomorrow."
"Thanks... Miles. See you then... hopefully in... one piece..."
They parted ways, Miles headed east, towards his house, and Sam headed west, to what he considered, if not hell, than something pretty damn close.
Ella West's Home for Children.
Unfortunately, after the death of Sam's parents, his mother's line died out and his father's sister just wanted nothing to do with a damaged teenage boy, so Sam was sent here.
To an understocked, overcrowded group home with an evil, witchy caretaker.
Sam moved quickly into the building, taking note of the out of place Pontiac Solstice parked on the other side of the street, before darting up all three flights of stairs into his attic room.
Yes, he lived in an attic.
The room was one of the few things that wasn't shared within the group home, mainly because of the size, in part because nobody wanted to share a room with him, and additionally, everybody was too sissy to handle the spiders.
Almost every wall was covered in bookshelves, some holding books, some odd trinkets collected by the previous caretaker, and some host only to spiderwebs and their tenants. The one wall that wasn't, the wall that the only window was located on, was covered in tacked up drawings in all stages, penciled, inked, and coloured.
Drawing and computers, the two things he was good at.
He set the doll down on an empty bookshelf carefully, unknowingly in the view of the window, and, in turn, the Solstice parked on the other side of the street, and exited the room just as hastily as he'd entered it.
Today was his day to do chores- the day was always his day to do chores, actually- and angering Ella West... was not a good idea.
:Boss-Bot? Does that look familiar t' ya?:
The still shot was fed through the comm link.
:...Ok, Jazz, those are co-ordinates, I'll give you that. What... is that thing that they're on?:
:'S called a doll, sir. Human femmelets carry 'em around.:
:So your target is a human femmelet?:
:Nope. Human mechling, and a tiny little thing, even by human standards.:
:...Protect the human mechling and the co-ordinates. Make sure the Decepticons don't get their hands on either of them. Prime out.:
That car was still there. It had been there when he'd gotten home from school, and it was still parked in the same exact spot as before... Now that he thought of it, hadn't he seen the same car in the parking lot at school, too?
He shuddered, turning away from the window.
Thinking about it would only work him up, and he'd been having enough trouble sleeping already. If it continued, he'd bring it up with Miles, but for now...
He gently grabbed the doll from its position on the shelf and removed the glasses, an old heirloom from his great, great, great grandfather. He flopped onto the small bed, curling around it tightly.
For now, he'd just go to sleep. He'd deal with all of his problems after the nightmares.
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I wasn't gonna post anything up yet, but, seeing as my parents are gone and I have no life, I decided to be nice to the two people who reviewed. I like reviews.