YAY! Chapter 8! XD OK, time to fousce on good ol' Jazzy's soulmate for this one. I don't think I gave Jazz any screen time! 0-O Enjoy!
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Soulmates; Chapter 8: Bait Girl
The blond haired girl, from the mall, was driveing home in her red Cariban; she had got a new cart and had continued shopping, earlier. I wonder why she was there? The blonde thought to herself. She shrugged and continued to drive. She made a turn to left, leading to a dirt road. The girl was driving into a forest; not the main woods. Suddenly some cottages came into view; some tall, wood, colour cottages that had trees looming over the cottages. The people that were ouside, waved to her. She smiled and waved back.
Finally, she reached a black, burgendy and white cottage; the cottage had a huge deck, a black roof that formed a flat triangle and a run-down shack taht had BAIT in big, blue, bold print beside it.
It was her home. She pulled into the drive-way and jumped out of her car, as soon as she was parked. A man emerged from the shack, beside the cottage and jogged over to greet her. The man had ash blond hair; ocean blue eyes, a black t-shirt, baggy jeans and black and white NIKE sneakers. She smiled. "Hey, dad." She said. Her father smiled. "Hey, bud. What did ya buy at the mall today?" He asked, helping her with the bags from the trunk of her car.
She shrugged slightly. "Not much, daddy," she said.
Her dad swings one of the bags over his shoulder, the other in his hands. He turned to his head back to her as the walked to the cottage. "After this, bud, its your shift in the Bait Shack." He said, nodding his head towards the run-down shack.
The girl slupped her shoulders. "Awwww!" She whined with a pout. Her dad rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Cailey, the Bait Shack ain't that bad!" He exclaimed.
The girl named Cailey gave him a look that read are you serious?
He ignored his daughter's additude towards her job; selling bait to fisher men. He opened that door to the cottage and walked inside, dumping the shopping bags on the floor. Cailey shook her head at her father with a tsst sound and put her bag beside the ones her father had put on the floor. Cailey looked up at the sound of foot steps coming from the stair well. A tall, long legged, skimpy woman apeared. The woman had long black hair; light blue eyes, tan skin, had on a white, light ruffled, tank top, mini shorts and strappy high-heels.
A smile came over the woman's face as she saw Cailey's father. "Hello, Kyle," the woman said.
Kyle waved to her. "Hey, Marcy," he said.
Cailey rolled her eyes at Marcy. Marcy, in Cailey's opinen, was ruining her life; she had invaded her privcey, ruined her and her father's 'family time' together and had replaced her mother. Marcy was Kyle's girlfriend; her real mother had died in a car accentdent.
Marcy didn't like Cailey either; she frankly hated childern. Marcy wrapped her arms around Kyle's neck and kissed him on the lips, causeing Cailey to gag. Marcy peared over over Kyle's shoulder. "Aren't you supposed to be selling leaches or something?" Marcy asked in an annoyed tone. Cailey folded her arms across her chest. "What don't you give it try?" She retored. Then they both had a glareing contest as Marcy parted from Kyle.
Realizing that this could get ugly, he stepped in to save the day, once again. "Hey, lets not get on each others throats here." He said callmy.
The two girls whipped their heads around to face him. Cailey sighed. "I'll go get to work," she grumbled and turned on her heel. Kyle face soften into a look of guilt. "Bud-" He began to say but two tan arms around his neck interruped him.
"Thank you, come again!" Cailey said for what felt like the hunerdith time that day. Cailey was in the Bait Shack for four hours that same day; selling leaches, worms, crockroches and other discusting little bait goods. Good thing for Cailey that she was used to all this; she had been working here since she was six. Sure at first its always gross to see the insects in the contanor, but after a while it doesn't bother her that much. The little old shack also sold fishing ples; nets, crab nets and other fishing gear.
She was also used to going out and catching the little cretures useing the nets, since she was close to the water. But what she wasn't used to, was the horrible smell of fisher men after a long day of being out on the water, catching fish.
And being the tom-boy she was; she found it intersting hearing all the stories some fisher men had told her over the years.
Cailey glanced down at her watch. 6:30 Closein' time! Cailey thought with glee. She quickly ripped off her rubber gloves; tossed them in a bin, took off plastic apron,kicked off her rubber boats, replaced them with her own shoes, walked to the front of the store and put up the Sorry We're Closed! sign. Cailey reached into her pocket and pulled out some keys; the key had a little fish key chain on it. Cailey pressed the key into the key-hole, turned the knob, sucessfuly locking it, makeing sure it was locked and skipped away from the shack. Her blue eyes gazed acrossed the lake; she saw the reflection of a faint moon.
Mom loved the moon...Cailey thought sadly.
Cailey felt a tear stream down her face. She sniffled and wipped it away. She suddenly felt a mans hand touch her shoulder.
She gasped and turned her head around, to see who it was. Cailey came face to face with her father's loveing smile. Cailey smiled back and pulled her father into a hug.
And her father hugged her back as his seventeen year-old daughter cried into his chest. He pressed his face against her hair. "Its alright, bud," he said loveingly. "Its alright."
Images of his past away wife flashed in his brain; her strawberry blonde hair swaying as the wind took hold of it, her sky blue eyes flashing with love and compassion and her smile... I miss you, Tammy. Kyle thought. I miss you.
The two could have sworn they heard her laugh.
Jazz glanced outside the window. Suddenly a arge to comfort someone filled his processer. He blinked. Huh? He thought. Then he heard a girl crying. Jazz scratched the back of his helm. "Thats weird," Jazz said aloud. "What's on your processer?" Optimus asked. Jazz looked up. "I dunno, OP, I feel like...something...bad is happenin' some where." Jazz explained. Optimus blinked but nodded.
Jazz looked out the window again, Optimus followed his gaze; he was looking out at the faint moon.
"Some where..." Jazz echoed.
Optimus nodded again. Jazz felt the need to comfort someone, to tell someone that it will be OK, that everything will be fine. Jazz's optics suddenly felt heavy as the time ticked by. He yawned lazily.
"Sounds like you could use a stais nap," Optimus suggested.
Jazz looked up and smiled sheepishly. "Yeah," he said. "I think I'll just shut my optics for a bit..." Optimus nodded and left the Autobot's dineing area and into the living room. Jazz folded his servos in a pillow formation and rested his helm in it.
Jazz shut his optics and fell into recharge. But not before seeing a word flash into his processer; but it came to fast for him to think about or anyting. The word came to quickly that he didn't have time to think about it.
Cailey.
CLIFFHANGER! XD Yeah, I know; I made yet another one of my OC's have a sad past. T^T But, if I didn't, there won't be a plot! So there! DX
So, I think you can guess who Jazz's soulmate is! XD 'Till next time! Review! *Points to review botton at the bottum of the screen* I know you can see it! DX
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