It was baffling how easy it was to talk to Ron when he wanted to be a listener.

Ron moved to sit in the back of the truck cab with me, as hot tears fell down my cheeks and onto my lap, splashing on contact with the cold skin. I was trying my best to talk fluently, amidst countless hiccups, gasps for air and biting my lower lip as to not let out a shriek of anguish.

"I didn't even get to say I love you…" My chin shook as my eyes started burning from the hot tears. White flashbacks waltzed around in my mind, and whenever I closed my eyes, another wave of them washed over. My lower lip was wiggling as I suddenly bit it, closing my eyes as tears continued to run down my face.

Faintly, I felt Ron's warm hand on my back, caressing it as if things were going to be okay. "I didn't s-say sorry for-" I hiccupped, "for the monster that I was to them." I said through gritted teeth as I cried so hard that my cheeks started hurting and tingling. It wasn't long till I felt my teeth following suit from all the crying. My head was banging inside from a strong headache and my throat hurt because of the soreness.

Suddenly, I felt the urge to hug him in order to comfort myself. In the time that it took a person to blink, my arms went around his neck as I hid my face in his chest. He was taken aback by the motion for a few seconds, but soon he relaxed and soothed me.

"You are no monster." He said quietly, as if he knew the definition of monster better than I did. I felt that there was more to it than just that sentence, but I decided to be selfish, and cry about my own worries now.

I clung onto him and cried my heart out. I told him everything.

He didn't care that I was sobbing into his shirt and soaking it. "And you know w-what's the worst thing, Ron?"

"Hmm?" He hummed.

The painful flashback hit me as a migraine of blinding whiteness. "I didn't even say goodbye!" I wailed and hugged his neck tighter. He didn't let go for a moment.

"Shh, let it all out." He soothed me and continued caressing my back with his hand. I didn't know there was a heart underneath all that exterior.

For what seemed like hours, I was sobbing and he didn't ever say that I should stop, or that he had to go elsewhere. He just let me have my pain, he let me hurt.

And I don't think that he could have made a better choice.

I managed to stop crying, and after many attempts I even stopped sobbing. He never let go of me, not even for a moment. I looked up at him with tearful eyes. "Ron?"

"Hmm?" His face held a soft expression as his dazzling blue eyes looked at mine.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. He looked at me confusedly. Well, that was a rather abstract question after all. I clarified. "I mean, why aren't you at your home?"

"I…" It seemed like he wanted to tell me, but didn't allow himself to answer. Maybe he was bothered by something? "I am…" He sighed. "It's difficult to explain without getting a violent reaction." He said, looking away from me and down where our feet were. There was a silent pause between us. I didn't understand the part with the violent reaction. What was he even talking about? "Did talking help at all?" He looked at me with hopeful blue eyes.

"Yeah. A lot. Thanks for listening." I smiled gratefully at him.

He managed to give a hint of a smile. "You're a strong girl." He replied. The compliment was heartwarming, though I was still aching.

"Is it okay if I sleep in the truck tonight? It's just so spacey and comfortable here."

He nodded, and wordlessly left the vehicle. I laid back on the comfortable, black leather seats and fell asleep, feeling the weight on my shoulders lifted.

Tomorrow...

When I woke up, the first thing that hit me was just how my eyes felt dry and sore. Then, I noticed how I was really comfortable where I was sleeping.

But the odd thing about it was that where I was sleeping certainly didn't feel like my own bed.

Opening my eyes and yawning, I sat up, but what I saw confused me. I rubbed my eyes and looked harder. I was in the back of a truck.

And it looked like back of the military truck that was in our driveway.

Which made me immediately think to…

Ron!

Did we do something last night...?

Suddenly, I got sick of the idea. I felt my stomach churn and I put a hand over my mouth. I wasn't going to throw up!

Or maybe I was.

I leaped from the truck and got into the house posthaste. I got to the bathroom upstairs quickly and let it all out in the toilet. Literally. The feeling of morning sickness just made me a bit more afraid, but pretty quickly I calmed myself down, telling myself that I was being paranoid and was only scaring myself for nothing.

I wiped my mouth with a piece of paper towel, and threw it in the toilet, flushing it. I checked over my clothing, and luckily I didn't get any vomit on it, so I got the slight dizziness out of my head before heading downstairs. As I was on the stairs I looked at the strange man in the living room, whose back was turned towards me. My uncle was talking to this man, who was also taller than him. Hell, the strange man was even taller than Ron.

There was also doctor Ratchet from before, talking about something with Ron. They didn't see me, so I took a step forward to go downstairs and introduce myself.

Make that a leap forward.

I missed a step while I was staring at the men, and stumbled and almost flew above the staircase. I let out a shriek and just when I thought I was going to hit a step with my head and die, someone grabbed me, and put me on the ground gently. My knees were shaking, and with them my whole body did. I clung onto whoever saved me.

I looked as to who it was.

Crap.

It was Ron.

I immediately let go, my cheeks flaring. I bowed my head down.

Why was I one of those people who go red when they're embarrassed?

"Mel, are you okay?" My uncle came to my side. I nodded and lifted my head up, hoping that my cheeks settled to a light pink blush. "Melissa, let me introduce you to Optimus. He's our, um, comrade." He said. I smiled to Optimus, the mysterious tall man, briefly thinking how incredibly weird that name was, but how it also held some hidden authority in it. I shook hands with him.

"Melissa, it is a pleasure to meet you." He said in a deep voice, but it wasn't like Ron's. Optimus's voice was gentler, more baritone. He also had blue eyes, like Ron.

I had to stop thinking about Ron so much!

"The pleasure is mine." I said kindly, mentally chiding myself to stop thinking about him.

"Perhaps it would be good if you visited our base." That shook me from my thoughts. I saw my uncle's mouth hang open slightly. "William should introduce you and your family to our team." Optimus offered. It seemed like everyone in the room deadpanned and stared at him. What was so weird about a kind offer like that?

"Optimus, that might not be such a good idea…" My uncle intervened. I left them to talk about that, as doctor Ratchet joined in their conversation. That left Ron and I, so I turned towards him. I had to thank him for hearing me out last night. God knows what a mess I was.

"Ron, can I talk to you outside for a bit?" I asked kindly. He nodded, as we went outside and walked towards the black truck. That's when I noticed a huge blue and red semi-truck in our driveway, along with a yellow Hummer, which had some medical stickers on it. The medical one surely belonged to doctor Ratchet. And the semi-truck was, I presumed, Optimus's, since I've never seen him or the semi before.

I turned towards Ron and started talking, twirling with my fingers while looking at him. "Thank you for hearing me out yesterday. It really meant a lot to me. But please don't tell anyone what I told you."

"It's fine." He said, with not much heart in his response, as if what happened last night was no big deal. He seemed to be showing two different personalities now. Maybe the guy was bipolar? Did he not seem to care about my pain?

Well, I can't really force an older person to feel sorry for me. I wasn't even looking for pity, but I thought he'd at least be a little more kind about it.

As the conversation started to grow awkward, partly due to his lack of proper response, I decided to change the subject. "Can I get a lift to school today?" I asked, scratching lightly the back of my head.

"Are you paraplegic?" He snorted. What was with him? One time he's like 'let it out' and the next moment he's 'you have your own legs, so use them'. Maybe men really are from Mars. I know this one certainly is.

I got angry at him and his unnecessary rudeness, and seeing as he was in the military and looked like he did a hundred push-ups every day, I formed my hand in a fist and gently punched his shoulder. It wasn't enough to hurt him of course, but it was enough to get a reaction, which was exactly what I wanted. He raised an eyebrow. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked as his lips formed a frown.

"I'm punching you for being mean to me, when you have no reason to be." I pouted.

"That's not nice." He scowled. I punched him again. "Cut it out, kid." He said in a gruff voice.

And I was so in a mood to irritate him. "Make me." I childishly said as he took a step towards me as to 'make' me.

I leaped behind the black truck, seeking for cover.

"Coward." He said, crossing his arms, making me stand up from my 'hidden' place.

"Who are you calling coward?"

"Why are you hiding behind the truck?" He came towards me, and in the background, Optimus, doctor Ratchet and my uncle exited the house and approached us.

"If anyone here's a coward, it's you." I patted the truck, as if it would protect me from him.

"Is that so?" He said and made his approach towards me. With those three words, he came three steps closer. I stood where I was, leaning on the truck.

"Yes." I glared. Apparently, he was really proud of his bravery, so I might have pushed an invisible button. And I knew that he wouldn't do anything to me with my uncle being in proximity. At least, I hoped he wouldn't do anything.

Before I knew it, he did something to me and my world spun and I was lifted off the ground. Next thing I knew, I was facing him with our chests nearly touching as his arms were around me and his face dangerously close to mine. I was inches from the ground, I could just feel it. He somehow managed to pick me up and spin me so quickly that I became disoriented. He was holding my back firmly as I had no contact with the ground.

The guy was incredibly strong.

"Why don't you just spare yourself the humiliation and admit that I am braver than you?"

"You're just humiliating yourself." I retorted, though I was really… surprised by his actions. This must have looked very, very awkward.

"Your face says otherwise." With that I realized that my cheeks must have gone red. Now, I blushed even more.

Apparently, my uncle, doctor Ratchet and Optimus caught the last part as Optimus decided to intervene, luckily. "Alright, Iro-"

"Ron!" My uncle cut him off awkwardly. "Ron. Let her go." He calmly said. I caught the stumbling, but I couldn't make what Optimus wanted to say in the first place. Ron let me go and looked at me.

"You alright?" Ron asked.

"Uh-huh." I said. I looked at him again. "Can you please give me a ride?" I popped my lower lip out and batted with my eyelashes. No one, and I mean no one, can resist the puppy eyes, not even Ron. I only asked so much because I really didn't feel like walking in the cold all the way to school.

He sighed and I was proved right. "Fine, get in." I turned to get in the house, but Sarah was already at the door with my backpack in tow. I smiled at her and got it and went back to the truck.

"Ron, a word with you." My uncle said and Ron approached him, not looking very pleased. I put the backpack in the passenger seat, but then doctor Ratchet called me as well.

"Melissa, please come." I obediently came to him and he took my hand. He took the bandage off and examined it. I saw nothing strange, just a bit of redness around the cut area. He took a balm from the yellow Hummer and rubbed it on the cut. It stung a bit, but I resisted the urge to hiss. That's when I noticed the Hummer was a Search & Rescue vehicle, much like the ones that were in my hometown when the tornado came.

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head, distracting myself with questions. "What is that balm going to do?" I asked him.

"Luckily, there was no infection. The balm is going to prevent the cut from leaving a scar. I beg of you, be careful around that black truck, it's dangerous." He looked at Ron, but Ron only snorted. I looked to the truck. Sure it was damn huge, but dangerous? I don't think so. It's only a truck, for God's sake.

"Thanks, doctor." I said and Ron and I got in the truck. Ron started the engine and drove towards the school. I turned on the radio, but it refused to play anything. "What's wrong with your radio?" I asked Ron. He shrugged. "What do you mean 'you don't know'?" He looked at me.

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't say anything, so speak up." I crossed my arms and gave him a look. Why did he always behave so weirdly?

"I… You will not take this lightly." He sighed, looking at the road in front of him, with his left hand on the top of the steering wheel.

"Take what lightly?" I was so damn confused. What the hell was he talking about?

"When your uncle called me a few moments ago, he gave me a mission." The truck blew hot air through the air conditioner suddenly. "Melissa, I am to be your guardian from now on." He said, almost glad the words were out of his mouth so that he didn't have to keep them in anymore. And me?

Ron as my guardian? Why the hell did I need a guardian? Did they not think I was adult enough, or responsible enough?

What if Will and Sarah thought that I was unable to take care of myself? That because of the tornado and emotional distress that I was not as worthy as I was before?

My heartbeat started to beat rapidly, as I felt my body grow hotter with anger.

"I don't need a guardian! Will and Sarah are the only guardians I need!" I rebelled.

"This is not up for discussion."

But oddly enough, my injured hand started tingling again and I felt the dizziness coming again. The angrier I got, the more questions I asked, and the dizzier I felt.

Coming to terms with the fact that my body was unable to hold my fast heartbeat and stress, it decided to shut itself down. That's when I passed out in the seat.

I felt something warm and soft around my face. Whatever it was, it was lightly hitting me on the face. Thankfully, because of that, I felt more conscious with every passing second.

"Wake up." I heard someone command faintly. "Come on, kid, I know you can hear me." That voice could only belong to one person.

"Nnn…" I moaned and knitted my eyebrows together. I forced open my eyes, and felt Ron's hands cupping my face.

"There you go." He snatched his hands away. I looked around. The last thing I remembered was being in the truck, and now I was in my room. The fact that I switched locations so quickly left me quite confused.

I remembered the last thing that we talked about, and I wanted to know more. "So what now? You're my guardian? Why do I even need one?" I asked him with a frown on my face. I tried to be adult. "I thought Will and Sarah are my legal guardians?"

He sighed. "Your uncle is only looking out for you. He wants you to be safe."

"And being with you is going to make me safe?" I looked at him. "You and I barely get along!" I raised my voice. But then I started to connect the dots as I said that. There must have been a damn good reason that my uncle wanted me to be safe. "There's something going on at the base, isn't it?" It didn't take a lot to figure that out. If my uncle wanted me to be safe, then something must have been happening in his surroundings. And his only surroundings that I knew of were the military and this family. And since this family wasn't the problem, the base was the only thing left. Ron sighed in defeat, as some things were just too obvious.

My phone suddenly rang and vibrated. I picked it up from the bedside table and answered.

"Hello?" I said.

"It's Robbie, why aren't you at school?"

"Oh, I… wasn't feeling well today. What's going on?" I asked him.

"Well, we have only about a month of school left, so the teachers are starting to round up students and prepare them for exams. I just thought I'd give you a heads up."

"Thanks, Robbie." I remembered something, or more like someone that caught my eye at school recently. "That friend of yours, Dean, can you give me his phone number?" I think I blushed slightly, because Ron snorted at my question. Obviously, I didn't even expect him to be supportive of anything that I did.

"Sure, though, he already asked me for yours."

"What?"

"Yeah, I think he likes you." I blushed more.

"Um, well… okay. Can you text me the number?"

"Sure. See you 'round." He hung up, and I looked at Ron, who kept staring at me.

"What are you staring at?" I asked him just as rudely as he talked to me before.

"I'm staring at you." He replied just as rudely, mimicking my words from before.

"Oh, no, no you don't." I batted my finger at him. "Don't use my words." I warned him as my phone vibrated. It was Robbie who sent me Dean's number. I saved the number and chuckled to myself, earning a weird look from Ron.

But who cared about Ron's weird looks? Dean likes me! And I like him… This could be great! I was about to make a call to Dean, but I remembered that they were in school. I checked the time and calculated that they would be in school for about three more hours.

What was I going to do now? Drawing or studying would help pass the time. But I was feeling to uncomfortable to start studying, especially since Ron took his role of a guardian seriously and carefully watched every step I made.

I got out of my bed and went towards the bookshelf, next to my desk which was adjacent to the door of my room. I took the damn astronomy book, which held about 500 pages and was quite heavy to hold. Who cared about this anyway? I opened the book, and flipped the first page and yawned almost instantly. This was obviously going nowhere, but I had to do this. I got back on the bed and started reading about Ursa Major.

But even reading wasn't effective as the uncomfortable feeling of a certain someone staring at me kept me from retaining the information. "Are you just going to continue staring at me?" I said annoyingly and looked at Ron, who hadn't moved an inch from his place where he sat on my bed.

He didn't say anything. And I wasn't known for my patience.

"You know what? Fine, just get out of my room." I showed him towards the door.

"Gladly." He muttered and left quickly, as if he was just waiting for the signal to leave. I was still processing what he just told me. Gladly?! I hate this guy and his damn rudeness!

I was so frustrated with him that I looked up some tasks in the astrology book about distances between stars and how to calculate them. I started writing down some of the formulas as I sadly didn't understand any of this, but I hoped that I would at some point. I tried harder, rereading the same things and rewriting the same formulas, but I wasn't in the mood to study after all. I sighed and threw the book away on my bed, and put my chin in my hand. This was going nowhere.

So I stood up and went towards my desk, taking my newly acquired drawing notebook, courtesy of Sarah. I felt like drawing people.

Hmm, so who should I draw first?

I started drawing uncle Will, as his face crossed my mind first. I started making a rough draft by drawing a huge egg shaped circle, as his head.

"Now, the eyes." I muttered to myself. It'd be a whole lot easier if I had music.

A malicious smirk made its way on my face as I got an idea.

"A good idea to tease Ron." I got up and took my pencils and notebook with me and went downstairs. I saw Ron talking to Will, and Sarah playing with Annabelle in the living room. I realized just how little attention I gave to Annabelle in the past few weeks, so I would have to change that.

I got out of the house and went to the black truck, opening the passenger door and sliding in. I moved the seat way back and then lowered it, so that it looked like a bed. Lying down on the seat on my stomach, with my notebook in front of me, I continued sketching. I turned on the radio which only resounded static through the speakers. Releasing a short groan, I pressed a couple of buttons on the multimedia in search for a different radio station.

The radio turned to a talk show.

"This is degrading."

"Don't forget humiliating, dear."

"How could I?! I'm going to be a laughing matter!"

"My heart bleeds for ya, pal." A sarcastic talk show, that's what this was. I chuckled and detailed the eyes on my drawing. I listened to some political bickering for about half an hour and when the talk show ended, the news went on.

By the time the talk show ended, I had finished with the eyes and hair. Man, I was proud of my drawing. I started drawing the mouth and nose with as much detail as I could muster.

"I'm Barbara Anderson and these are the news." The news lady said, followed by some tunes typical to CNN.

"Yeah, whatever." I said, so it looked like I was arguing with the lady. It gave me something to do.

"It seems that the gas…"

"Yeah, people release too much of it." I giggled, but then burst out of laughter. I managed to collect myself and detail the nose and mouth on my drawing. The radio moved to a man's voice, some unimportant reporter.

"It was a spectacular day, that over five C-17s lifted off of this very base…"

"Do you think I care? You didn't even name the base." I giggled.

"We seem to be facing an infestation of robots…" The radio turned itself off suddenly.

I looked at the radio weirdly. I pressed the turn on button, but it wouldn't turn on. Oh crap. Did I break the radio? Or the whole truck? The battery must have died. Shit, this is bad. What do I do? Well, I can't fix it that's for sure, when a battery dies the safest thing to do is change it. Sighing in defeat I exited the truck and got in the house, with my head bowed. If I emptied the battery because I wanted to listen to the radio, I was going to be in a heap of trouble.

"Mel, what is it?" My uncle asked, seeing my distraught face as I entered the warm and cozy living room.

"I… Ron, I'm sorry." I said. They both gave me quizzical looks.

"What are you talking about?" Ron said, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"I… I think I broke your truck… I'm sorry." He must have been pissed. I knew he cared a lot about his truck. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I was on my period, on plus. I broke his car. That's just fine and dandy, now isn't it, Mel? You fool… I chided myself. I looked at my uncle, who noticed my teary eyes, and he shot Ron a deadly look. Ron shrugged in confusion. "I think I emptied the battery... I tried to turn on the radio after it shut off, but it just wouldn't turn on and..." I drifted off, sniffling.

"Ron, Prime will hear of this." Will got up from the couch and hugged me.

"I didn't do slag!" Ron defended himself.

"What?" I asked, looking at Ron. I felt protected in my uncle's embrace. Why couldn't my uncle be my guardian?

"What?" Ron repeated.

"What was that word?" I urged.

"Never mind." Ron said.

"Is it a military curse?" I fished.

"Ron, tell her the truck isn't broken." Will had it with our bickering. Apparently, Will knew something about the truck that I didn't.

"Ugh." Ron groaned. "Fine, you didn't break the truck." Ron snorted and turned his back, headed towards the truck. "You couldn't break it if you tried." He grumbled lowly on his way out of the house, shutting the door behind him. That left me and my uncle alone in the living room as Sarah went to the kitchen to feed her wonderful baby girl.

"Next time you want to assign me with a bodyguard, tell me first." I told Will suddenly.

"What are you talking about?" Will didn't seem to have caught the point.

"Ask Ron." I said and, while he was confused, he eventually went outside to talk to Ron.

I went up the stairs and checked the time. Dean and Robbie's school was over 30 minutes ago. Time to call Dean…

"Hi Dean. It's me, Melissa?"

"Melissa…" He tried remembering the name. "Oh, hi Melissa." He remembered.

"I just wanted to ask you, uh, do you wanna hang out?"

"Sure, you wanna go to the café?"

Relief washed over me at his approval. "Yeah, that'd be great. I'll meet your there at 7 tonight?"

"You got it." He said and I hung up. I sighed and slumped on the bed, holding my phone to my chest. I couldn't help but feel like a little girl from cheesy romantic movies. Well I better get dressed. Going over to my closet and picking out some cute clothes, I chose a nice outfit, black jeans, plain All-Star sneakers and a pink shirt that looked like satin, except it was made of shiny synthetic material. And I think I looked gorgeous. I was never one for make-up and overdoing myself, but with Sarah's permission I put a bit of her mascara. And I also had to give her credit for dressing me up. I could tell she always loved to dress up.

I washed my hair, but Sarah had the honor of putting it up her way. My hair was straight at the beginning and fell into curls at the end. The heartwarming feeling of someone taking care of you and your happiness was truly precious.

I was ready around 6:20 in the evening, and thought how I should get a ride to town soon. And speaking of car rides, I should also apply for a driver's license.

As I went down the stairs, I noticed that Will was watching TV with Ron in the living room. "Hey, Mel. Going out?" My uncle asked and I nodded. "Need a lift?"

"Actually, yes. I'm supposed to meet at the café." I answered as Ron got up. I just realized how buff he actually was. I resisted the urge to eye him.

"Okay, well take care and don't be out too late." He said, having all the trust in Ron to bring me there and take me home.

"Will do." I said as I left the house with Ron and got into the truck with him. It was silent a bit, but then he asked me a question.

"Who are you going out with?" Ron gritted the words out as if they were venom.

"What is with you, Ron? I'm going out with Dean, and no, it's not a date, if that's what you mean." It looked like he relaxed a bit, but he was still quite stiff. "Relax, nothing's gonna happen." I smiled and pushed him playfully, trying to be light. He grunted in response.

Well, what else could I expect from him? I was thanking God I got only a grunt and not a whole lesson.

After about thirty minutes of driving towards the town, we arrived in front of the café and the time on the multimedia display in the truck said we had ten more minutes to spare. I thanked Ron for the ride and told him to pick me up in two hours here. He nodded and after I got out, he went in some direction that I didn't really care about. I got inside the café and found Dean, sitting in a corner booth, with a lot of friends and definitely not alone. In total, there were five jocks with their girlfriend cheerleaders. He waved at me and I came towards the table.

"Yo guys." His voice hollered, making it a deaf silence in the café. "This is Mel." I waved at them, somewhat shyly, offering an awkward smile. The last thing I expected was to be put under the spotlight.

"Hi Mel." They all said in unison, as a mix of high pitched girly voices and deep, baritone boy ones. Most of the girls started telling me things like 'I love your hair, eyes, body' and stuff like that. I was never used to being in this kind of… society.

I sat next to Dean, literally pressed against him, because four jocks with their girlfriends decided to occupy one small café table.

After many different kinds of hot and cold drinks that were consumed at our table, the jocks started to take off after an hour of laughter and jokes, one by one, until they all eventually left the café, which left only me and Dean at the table, where we were still sitting next to each other.

"So that leaves the two of us, huh?" I said. It was so quiet now, without the guys and their girls here.

"Yeah, you know what, Mel?" He asked, putting his hand around my seat. "You're so much fun to hang out with." I felt my cheeks go pink. Getting a compliment from someone I found attractive gave me the intense and exciting feeling of having butterflies in my stomach.

"Oh, um, thanks. We should do this more often." I said, smiling. My phone suddenly vibrated inside the pocket of my jeans. I took out my phone smoothly and looked at the message. :I'm here.: It said and it was from… Ron. How'd he even get in my contacts? I looked outside and there was his black, leviathan truck, parked neatly in front of the large window.

"You know, um, I gotta go. I had fun, so…" I turned to him, but found his face very close to mine. I got up and he got up as well. I smiled at him and went towards the truck.

"Wait." Dean said as we both got out of the café.

"Yes?" I turned. Just as I turned, I managed to evade his, what seemed to be an attempted kiss, by turning my cheek quickly. His lips landed on my cheek, instead of landing on my own lips. I blushed and he smiled at me. He took my hand in his.

"I'll see you in school, right, Captain?" He said, gazing at me. I felt very flattered, but so awkward and shy at the same time.

"Oh… Sure." I stammered. He put a finger over my mouth.

"I'll take that as a yes." He said, slowly closing the distance between us. Just as we were about to kiss, the honk from Ron's truck startled us. I jumped slightly from the sudden noise, and then glared in the direction of the truck. Ron was so lucky he had very tinted windows. One thing I knew for sure was that he was so getting into trouble for this. I smiled briefly at Dean, bade him goodbye and got into the tall truck.

Only when I closed the door, I leaned into the soft black leather and gave a long, dreamy sigh the moment my thoughts travelled to Dean and his attempt at kissing me. That must have meant that he really did enjoy my company and liked me!

"What is with you?" Ron asked, putting the truck in gear and driving home. Did he never see a love struck sigh?

"Nothing." I smiled and looked out the window, too caught up in my own thoughts of infatuation to give a crap at why he honked. "So your truck works now?"

"It's always worked perfectly." He replied distantly.

"Well, at least we know you don't have battery issues." I said as he only shrugged in return. We didn't exchange words after that. The drive was silent as it was most of the time. I turned on the radio, which this time, thankfully, had a song. I didn't know which song it was, but at least it gave some sort of music to my ears.

When we got home, I was thinking over how I could make a little payback for Ron.

He turned off the truck after he pulled over into the gravel road, but I didn't exit. We sat like this for a couple of seconds.

"What is it this time?" He groaned and looked at me annoyingly. I ignored him by looking at a distant thought in front of me. "Will you get out of the truck?"

"Gladly." I said and glared at him. I got out and slammed the door in anger. If he wanted to be an ass, I could be twice the ass. I hadn't made the impression I wanted to, but at least it brought a little satisfaction to me. But at the very least, I was on good grounds with Dean! I smiled to myself as I changed my clothes and got into my bed. Days were slowly beginning to be brighter and the stars seemed shinier.

"Hey, Mel, wake up." A gentle male voice woke me up. A hand stirred my shoulder, waking me up effectively.

"Yeah?" I turned around, spotting my uncle.

"Listen, I got you enrolled into a driving school. I want you to go there every day after class, okay?" Will said.

"Sure, Will." I shrugged.

"Yeah, well, your next class starts in an hour, so I suggest you get dressed and go." He said as I immediately sat up.

"In an hour?" I looked at him with wide eyes. "But I just woke up!"

"Well, you better hurry then." He chuckled.

"Uncle Will, question." I said. "Can you drive me to the courses please?"

He looked confused. "Why? You have Ron."

"He and I don't get along these days." I simply said. "Is it okay if you drive me with Sarah's car?"

"Sure thing. We leave in half an hour." He said as I nodded, and then he left my room.