Bulkhead
I sat at my desk in my room, drawing. I had majored in both Art and Construction while in college. I found myself drawing the man I saw earlier this week. I haven't exactly gotten him out of my head. For all I know, he could be Miko's boyfriend.
"Nice drawing.", Miko said.
I jumped and closed my sketch book as I turned to face her.
"Miko! What are you doing?", I asked.
"Why are you drawing Brian?", Miko asked.
"Brian?", I questioned.
"My friend.", Miko said, "You dont like him, do you?"
"What? No! That'd be insane. One, Ive never met him, and two why are you in my room?", I said and asked.
"I've only told you a thousand times! Dinner is done.", Miko said.
"I'll be right there.", I said and she left.
I opened my sketch book and wrote the name Brian above the drawing. I hid my sketch pad and headed down to dinner. I wonder if I'll ever get to actually meet him.
Bumblebee
I sighed and stared at the assignment in feont of me. My English teacher assigned us to write a paper about our High School lives so far. I couldn't concentrate. All I could think about was Ben.
There's got to be something he does other than drop kids off at school. He has to have some kind of day job. With how muscular he is, I'd say he's a professional trainer or policeman.
The bell rang and we all left the room. I headed to the lunch room where Raf no doubt was. Sure enough, he was sitting at a table with another boy and a girl.
"Okay, its been bugging me all day. What does he do for work?", I asked when I sat next to him.
"Ben? He's in the army. All our friends are. That's how Jack, Miko, and I became close.", Raf said, "Are you obsessing over him?"
"Are you insane? I'm 17. He's probably 32.", I said.
"He's 20.", Raf said, "Ben is the youngest of the team."
"Still, I'm in my junior year. I dont have time to fuss over boys.", I said, "Not when I'm this close to college."
I tried to imagine Ben in a uniform.
Cliffjumper
I smiled as I cleaned my knives. I glanced over at the stove and saw the water boiling. Quickly, I put in the vegetables. My mind wandered off to Chris. He's so strong. And we have the same car!
"(Y/N)! The foods burning.", my friend said.
"Crap!", I quickly dumped the water.
"Whats got you so distracted?", my friend asked.
"Something.", I said, "Anything. Everything."
She shook her head and walked away. blushed darkly.
Optimus Prime
I grinned as I read the book in my hands. It looked like I was really into it from afar but in reality, I've been staring at the same word for the past half hour. At least. I couldn't get him out of my head. Its like a recurring dream slash memory. The only way to stop it is to give in.
I set the book down and looked at the clock. It's nearly 5. Dinner time. I threw a TV dinner in the microwave and drifted off again. I wonder what he does. Is he single? Why does he look so...perfect?
The microwave beeped and I jumped. Time sure passes by fast when you're thinking of someone. Or something. I even drifted into a day dream a few rimes at work. My boss made me take a few weeks off because she thinks it's from lack of sleep. Oh well! Her loss. I thought of Orion as I ate and for the rest of the night until sleep over took me.
Ratchet
I looked around, waiting for him. I never did get his name. All I know is he's a doctor. A damn good one, too. The two cars that collided were totaled and the driver and passengers were nearly on their death bed. Now, they are up and walking again. The family is doing well and the other driver was put in jail.
I spotted an ambulance a block away. Is it him? I looked closer and saw a paramedic leaning against the vehicle, laughing. Nope, not him. Deciding that its getting late, I head home. I walked up the stairs and looked at each of the pictures. Somehow, in each picture, either the doctor's back was facing me or he was facing toward me. Each picture I had taken was with a child I helped at the park. It helps me remember them.
Ultra Magnus
I walked around my house, unsure of what to do. I looked outside and saw the neighbor kid leave on his bike. He seems to do that every day. Where he goes, I have no idea. I got to thinking about the soldier from the other day at the mall. He didn't seem too affected by the gunshot but clearly it was painful. At least it looked painful. The bullet had went into his arm and, fortunately, missed all major arteries. At least that's what the doctor said when she called me to report about it. He had survived the surgery.
I looked over at my phone, thinking.
"No thinking.", I told myself, "Just do it."
I called the hospital and asked if the soldier was ready for guests. He was. I smiled. Guess I know what I'm doing tomorrow.
Wheeljack
Wyatt had been taken a while ago to something called the brig. I'm worried about him. From what I heard these...things talking about, the brig is where they take their enemies and torture them. I wonder what they're looking for. It can't be anything good. I ran around my cell, keeping in shape. I run around in here 3-4 times a day. At least. I pretend that I'm racing someone to a grenade or something. It makes it fun.
"Get in there.", one of the robots growled and tossed Wyatt into his cell.
"Wyatt?", I asked, no answer, "You okay?"
Still nothing. Thinking that he's asleep or something, I curl up against the wall and fall asleep with Wyatt on my mind.
Smokescreen
It's been a few weeks since the gig in Jasper. We've settled down for the year at the house my manager bought. It's still in Jasper but it's more isolated so we don't get crazy fans in front of our door every time we walk out. Just to be on the safe side, we all dress up in different ways so that no one will recognize us. It helps us blend in with the citizens of the town and we don't stand out too much other than maybe how much food we buy considering there's like 7 of us in one house.
"You going out?", Jordan, my drummer, said.
"Yeah. We're out of milk.", I said, "You need something from the store?"
"Yeah.", Jordan said and we left together.
I spotted a car that looked kind of like Simon's hair. It reminded me of him. Kind of weird. We walked inside and basically avoided looking at anyone for too long. I heard one of our most popular songs playing from some girl's phone.
"Hey, isn't that My Fist?", Jordan asked, I nodded and we walked over to the girl.
"Hey, you like Slash Monkey?", I asked, internally smirking.
"Yep! My friend went to a concert, got a backstage pass, and met the lead singer! He got her to sign a picture of her for me.", the girl said and showed me the familiar picture I had signed.
This must be Miko.
"Uh, SM? We've got to go. It's already 5.", Jordan said and whispered, "And we have a show tonight in RiverDale."
I sighed and nodded. We got what we needed and left. The band calls each other SM when we're out in public. It's basically the initials of our band name. No one has figured it out yet.
