Erin Timmons felt her whole body relax as she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, as she watched her raven-haired neighbor disappear in the dark. She stood on the porch, watching as the older woman's front door suddenly opened, as she dissapeared into her house. The lights stayed on for about ten minutes, before they were out and all was dark.
Looking down at the now squirming dog in her arms, Erin sighed. "Why must you cause me so much trouble?" Erin asked the dog, as she turned back into her house, kicking the door shut with her foot. A lick to the face and the wag of Skippers tail was her only answer as she placed the small dog down.
Sighing, the Strawberry blond shook her head at the dog as she made her way up the stairs to her room, passing her empty parents bedroom along the way. Her mom and dad were on separate business trips and Erin was left at home; something she was fully use to.
Entering her room, Erin shut the door, Skipper bounding through before it completely shut. The small dog barked, before finding his giant pillow bed, jumping on it and spinning in a circle before plopping down and closing his eyes. In about three minutes, he was asleep.
Erin rolled her eyes at the dog. "Crazy dog." she mumbled, walking over to her bed, plopping down and throwing the covers over her after turning off her light. It was two thirty in the morning and she was beat. Her day had been spent modeling for her mothers fashion designs for teens and finishing homework. She was ready for sleep.
Turning over in her bed to face her window, Erin felt her eyes drop, only to shoot up out of her bed and gasp. "Whoa! Shooting stars! Three of them!" Erin threw the covers off herself, and jumped from her bed, running to the window. Skipper, having been woken up, barked happily and ran to his masters side, barking up at the falling stars.
Erin laughed as she pat the small dog on the head, smiling up at the stars. "This means I get a wish, Skipper," she whispered, continuing to watch the fast distancing falling stars. "I wonder what I should wish for, though?" Erin pondered her wish, scratching at her brain to try and figure out what she wanted.
Suddenly, like a lightbulb, an idea clicked an idea to light in her skull. "I know! I wish... I wish I could meet... Meet my perfect guy someday! No matter who he is... I know he'll be perfect." A smile graced her lips, as she closed her eyes and thought real hard about her wish, before opening her eyes to find the shooting stars gone.
Erin turned to Skipper and placed her hand on the small dogs head. "I hope it worked, Skip," Erin turned back to the sky. "I really hope it worked." With that, Erin walked back to her bed and let herself be pulled to dream land.
Meanwhile, in the backyard of another house, in another city, Erin wasn't the only one to see the shooting stars. Although they were far away, and looked like thin, very thin, lines, the three teens staring up at the sky, knew exactly what they were. "Whoa! Check it out! I've never seen a shooting star before!" A young, tall and lanky, male with curly brown and oval specs, exclaimed. He was wearing a maroon shirt with a small, goldish yellow, Star Trek symbol on the left side of his chest, slightly baggy jeans, and white convers.
His brown eyes were wide, as he stood up on the tree branch he'd been sitting on, holding onto the base as he looked up in glee. "Mike! Get down! You're going to fall!" Looing away from the sky, the lanky teen looked down to find an equally tall girl with blondish hair with reddish-brown tips and rectangular specs over tealish-blue eyes. She was wearing a teal shirt with a blackish gray trench like coat left open over the shirt and her dark blue jeans and black, pointed, shoes. "Ah! Don't worry, Shannon! I wont-" The tree branch creaked slightly, startling the boy.
He grabbed the tree trunk, and grinned sheepishly. "-Fall! I wont fall!" The girl, Shannon, sighed as she placed her hand on the base of the tree under Mike. "Be careful, OK. A hospital visit really doesn't sound like a way to show a girl a good time." She said with a soft smile. Mike grinned back and nodded, before turning back to the sky.
Shannon smiled, before looking over at the third member of their group, finding an amusing sight indeed. "Gah! Damn bag! Come on!" It was an amusing sight indeed. A sixteen-year-old girl wrestling with a bag of chocolate coins, as her short, brow with purple and red streaks, hair bouncing around on her head and in front of her rounded square specs over concentrating hazel eyes.
She was short, slightly plump, and wearing a purple t-shirt with 'Awesome=Me" on the front in thin, white, letters, and a pair blue jeans and conver hightops. Her face was a mask of determination as she gnawed at the bag, trying to open it with her teeth! "Gah! What it the purpose of these bags! Screw child safety! Just give me a bag that doesn't take someone like Superman or Danny Phantom to open it!" She exclaimed, tugging at the bag, only for it to pull back and smack her in the face!
Shannon and Mike laughed, as Mike jumped down from the tree, both coming to aid their friend. "Alie? Do you need help?" Shannon asked in her soft voice, as Alie continued to gnaw at the bag. "No way! I'm gonna get this bag open if it's the last thing I-!" Alie's sentence was cut short, as the bag suddenly ripped open, spewing candy into the girls face!
Alie currsed as she was pelted on the glasses by a chocolate coin! All fell silent as the short girl let out an annoyed huff, blowing a strand of hair up and out of her face. Shannon and Mike glanced at each other, both shaking their heads and smiling. Alie bent over and retrieved one of the fallen. golden wrapped, coins and glared at it.
"You won this round! Child safety... one! Me... Zero." With that, Alie Kasich, Shannon Novereske, and Mike Campolattara laughed as they picked up the fallen candy, each sharing the amusing moment with a smile like good friends did.
"Ugh! How much... How much further do we have to go, Bee?!"
A whirling sound was heard, as a young male plugged his ears, cringing at the song that was blasted almost full volume behind him. "Cry me a River! Oh! Cry me a River!" The whining male groaned as he put a hand to his forehead, slightly ruffling his short, brown, hair. His brown eyes rolled, as continued forward.
"Ugh! Justin Timberlake, Bee? Seriously?!" He asked, earning a whining and offended sound from a Gold, 2009 Chevrolet Camaro, parked behind him. "We really need to work on your taste in music, buddy!" The male grunted, as he pulled himself up and over a large rock, scruffing up his Misfits band t-shirt and baggy jeans, his belt catching on the rock as his sneakered feet slipped slightly.
"Not everyone has to like The Used or Misfits, Sam!" A femal voice interupted, causing the male, Sam, to look up at the top of the large rock formation he was climbing. Standing at the top of the rock, smiling down at him, was a runway model bodied teen. She had loosely curled, intense, dark brown hair and beautiful blue-green eyes with perfectly tanned skin.
Her outfit consisted of a tight-fitting orange tank top and denim cut-off pants. Sandals, faux diamond rings, and hoop earrings completed her model like look, as she knelled down and reached out her hand, grasping for Sam's. "Oh come on, Mikaela! Even you gotta admit that Justin Timberlake is just wrong!"
Mikaela smiled, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend, as he scrambled to the top and stood beside her, flexing his sore hands. The two smiled at each other, before they turned their gazes towards the night darkened field that the giant rock formation overlooked, finding nothing but silence and trees.
"This is where Optimus wanted us to meet, right?" Sam asked Mikaela, who gave a soft, small, nod, turning her head to look behind her as the sound of whirling and shifting of gears caught her attention. Sam turned as well, smiling as his guardian and friend, a 16"9'foot tall, golden robot stood beside the rok formation, his bright blue optics sparkling with a smile.
Mikaela laughed as Bee started to jump around, shaking the ground slightly, as he pointed out into the dark, causing the teens to turn to where he was pointing. At first they saw nothing but the darkness, hearing only the sound of an owl hooting. Suddenly, like they came out of nowhere, five vehicles came riding at top speed over a grassy hill. The line of vehicles consisted of a blue and red, fire front painted, Peterbilt 18-wheeler, a neon yellow Search and Rescue Hummer H2, a black GMC Topkick C6500, and two Lamborghini Murcielago, one red and one gold.
Bee, Sam, and Mikaela watched quietly as the approach, Sam laughing as the two Lamborghini Murcielago cut infront of the Search and Rescue Hummer, hearing a roaor of its engine as the Lamborghinis speed up, the sound of their engines almost sounding like laughter, which wouldn't have surprised the two humans or the Camero now robot.
"Aw! Poor Hatchet! He still can't take a little fun after all these cycles of knowing us?" Sam grinned, as the two Lamborgini's skidded to a halt infront of them, before the familiar, yet still foreign, sound of gears whirling and clicking into their new places was heard, as the two transformed.
They were twins; The first of the two pairs of twins to ever have been born on cybertron. They each sported armor similar to Bumblebee, except they didn't have the black racing stripes; and a pair of fins where on either side of their heads. Their facial structure reminded the humans of mischief youngsters.
The difference between the two, however, was that, while they both had rather sharp, angular, noses and mouth pieces, the golden one of the two had an even sharper nose, and his mischief glint was wilder, and mixed with a perverse nature. When Sam and Mikaela had first laid eyes on them three months ago, it was as if they were looking at trouble makers.
The golden mech, known in earth's language as Sunstreaker, carefully began to scan at his arms and legs, picking at any microscopic smudge of grass he could find, before letting out a huff. "This mudball you call a planet is really starting to bug me!" Sunstreaker glared down at a small piece of grass that stuck to his arm, and carefully flicked it off. "The turf is starting to mess with my paint-job!" His voice was whinny, and Sam and Mikaela couldn't help but laugh at the pout on his face.
Sideswipe, the slightly less vain of the two, rolled his eyes before clamping his arm down, hard, on his brothers shoulder, earning a glare from the golden mech. "Chill, bro! It ain't nothing a little of earth's car wax and buffer can't fix!" Sideswipe smiled, seeming oblivious to Sunstreaker's glare at his hand on the golden bots shoulder, as the three remaining vehicles of the bunch pulled up, each Transforming.
The neon yellow Search and Rescue vehicle, the medic of the group, Let out a growl as he stomped over to the twins, grabbing them by the back scruffs of their armours. The two let out a yelp as Ratchet pulled them back and hissed in their ears. "That stunt you two pulled was highly dangerous and could have caused a wreck if you had done that to a human operator of any vehicle!" He dropped the two forcefully, crossing his arms over his chest plate, as the two grinned back at him.
Sunstreaker rolled his eyes. "Aw come on, Hatchet," Sam and Mikaela snorted back laughter, only to look away and try to hide their laughter from the glare the medic threw their way. "It was just a little fun. You do know what fun is, right?" Sideswipe cut in, crossing his arms behind his head. Sunstreaker laughed. "I don't think the Hatchet ever knew what fun was! I think he's been old and grumpy since he was sparked!" The twins laughed, crying out as Ratchet made a step towards them, only to stop as the twins found themselves, yet again, being held by the backs of their armour by the now transformed GMC Topkick; weapon specialist, Ironhide.
"Enough!" He barked, knocking the two together before tossing them forward. The twins stumbled, and bolted to stand beside the rock formation near Sam and Mikaela, as the familiar whirl of Ironhide's cannon was heard. "Careful, 'Hide! You blast us, and you might hit Sam and Mikaela!" Sideswipe exclaimed in a sing-song voice. Ironhide growled, as Mikaela rolled her eyes at the two. "Real mature, guys. Now knock it off! We have work to do." Sideswipe gave a sheepish smile, as he rubbed the back of his kneck, mumbling an apology, while Sunstreaker rolled his optics, crossed his arms over his chest plate, and simply huffed "Whatever!"
Ratchet blinked in astonishment at the small brunette, who simply smiled up at him and winked, earning a chuckle from Sam. No male, human or Mech, could resist the order of his girlfriend. Mikaela had a gift. "Now," Mikaela said, smiling at Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, telling them to behave with her eyes, before turning to Optimus, who had been staring up at the sky the whole time. "What's this meeting about, Optimus?"
Optimus Prime, the fully transformed Peterbilt 18-wheeler, looked away from the sky, and turned a kind and blinking optic towards her and the others. "Sam, Mikaela, last night we received a signal from our fellow Autobots. Ratchet has calculated their distance, and they should be landing here, tonight." Sam and Mikaela's eyes widened, as they both looked to the sky in wonderment.
The two had never seen an Autobot arrival, and they were pleased that the Autobots where gaining back more of their friends. When Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had arrived, the bots had been anxious, save for Ratchet who had been grumbling and pouting non-stop, for their fellow Autobots safe arrival. All had gone well for the two, save for the fact that they had landed near the capital and had caused a panic at the White House; believing that terrorist where attacking the White House and President Obama.
Luckily the two hadn't been seen, and the Presidential threat had eventually subsided over the three months the two had arrived. Sam still found it to be one of the best Autobot arrival story Bee had told them.
"Who are these new guys, Optimus?" Sam finally asked, causing attention to turn to Ratchet, who grunted. "Three of them are heading this way," Ratchet glanced up at the stars, searching. "That is all I can say. Though I believe that Bumblebee would agree with me when I say one is a dear friend to us both." At this Bumblebee let out whirls and squeals of happiness, as he jumped up and down and looked to the sky. "I believe, in earth's language, you would call her... Arcee."
Sam and Mikaela turned to each other, before Mikaela turned to the sky, and Sam furrowed his brow. "So, wait? There are female Autobots?" At this Ironhide, who had been quiet and watching the sky while scanning for any Decepticons, grunted. "Of course, boy! Though there arn't many left, we do have femmes!" At this point, Sunstreaker cut in. "How else did you expect us to get some action?!" At this, Sam blushed, and Ratchet glared and shook his head at the golden bot, as Mikaela simply rolled her eyes.
Boys! Bots, cons, or whatever! They were all the same; strange and clueless. Looking up to the sky after checking her watch, surprised to find it four in the morning, Mikaela hoped that the new arrivals made it safely.
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