When I was on vacation, my trip was god awful. I went by car and vomited 7 times. 7 fricken times. Then I saw a Camaro. I went all fangirl over the Camaro. And then I got a temperature.

Life is just great isn't it?

Anyways, enjoy this chapter.

I have to tell you, there isn't a more heartwarming feeling than going home. I missed the smell of this place, the serenity, the calmness, the family surrounding.

I was very tired. You'd think driving in a Ferrari would be an amazing. The seats eventually become sore. And you can't sit anymore.

Hence the reason I had to get in the Aventador. By some God miracle, Sunstreaker let me in. He was complaining a lot. Was, until Ironhide came and threatened him with some things. At one point, I thought they were speaking in another language. I was too sleepy to notice, and I was just eager to get home.

As I got in the passenger seat of the Lamborghini, the first thing Sunstreaker told me was not to touch anything more than necessary.

Then he added something under his breath about having a squishy body inside him is horrible. I didn't understand it. The strange named people were indeed strange.

Sunstreaker was nervous. Or bored or just reluctant. He was groaning all the time, whining whenever he could and always proving he was the best. He immediately turned on the engine, not wasting any time at all.

Just as he got in the driver's seat and I closed the scissor door, the seatbelt flung around me on its own. His door closed as well on its own.

"What the-"

"It does that sometimes." He coolly said. I was about go into panic mode, I mean, when does a seatbelt do itself for you? Like, never. But his confident answer did little to calm me.

But eventually I did fall asleep. I hadn't known for how long. But the increased revving of a V12 engine would eventually awake me from my slumber.

And when I would awake, I'd awake to a race. Sunstreaker vs. Sideswipe vs. Dino. The three of them would start at one lighting pole and finish at the next one hundredth. The crazy speeds we were going were definitely faster than breakneck.

I never drove in a Lamborghini before, but these speed weren't normal for, well, normal cars. These were definitely higher speeds. Sunstreaker was enjoying it, clearly winning every single time. He did own the fastest and most expensive car of the three. Life must've been great for him.

Once the racing had stopped, I made myself comfortable in the seat, wiggling, only to earn a chuckle from Sunstreaker.

Imagine that.

A chuckle.

From Sunstreaker.

Sunstreaker.

It was like I was tickling him, without really touching him. I looked at him weirdly. "Are you alright?" the guy never laughed or chuckled. He was almost always morose.

He straightened himself and cleared his throat, "Fine. Don't move." I shrugged, and leaned back, waiting for the journey to end.

And it wasn't long until end it did. Eventually, I heard gravel crunching and I straightened up quickly. Looking out the window I saw my house. Well, my Uncle's, but I did go here all the time, it was normal for me to say it was 'my house'. For every single vacation, I went to my Uncle's.

The car had its brakes stepped on suddenly, and I flew forwards, but the seatbelt held me. Regaining myself, I slowly asked, "Is everything okay?"

"I am not getting my alt- I mean, my …A…ventador, in that filthy Earth rock!" he whined again. I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. I saw Sideswipe and Dino on the street right behind us and not on the gravel.

Jeez. What a bunch of strange people. They can just wash their cars if they don't like them dirty. It's not that big of a deal.

I got to the black truck, and by the time I got there, Sarah was already getting the door of the house open, Will was getting the luggage out and I took Annabelle out of the backseat.

"Hey Belle, we're home."

She rubbed her sleepy little eyes and yawned. I smiled at her and picked her up by the armpits and settled her on my hip.

She was tired, I could gather that much, and so she rested her head on the crook of my neck. I cuddled her in and chuckled lightly. When I brought my head up, I saw Ironhide looking at me. "What? I whispered.

"You are very good with younglings."

I gave him a weird look. "With… what?"

"I meant, children." He said.

"Yeah?" I looked at the sleeping for of Annabelle. I smiled/ "Thanks." I said and I just turned around and headed into the house. I climbed the small stairs and got in. He was supposed to get the luggage, anyway.

There was always that particular smell of this house. I can't explain this, but it was the smell of home. Home sweet home. And I missed it a lot.

Without wasting any more time, I started to climb the stairs and went straight into Annabelle's room. There was no crib anymore She had her own little bed, and there was a number of pillows thrown down on the floor right next to bed, in case she fell off it, that she had a soft landing.

I tried not to step on the pillows, and got her into the bed. She was already asleep. It was funny how children quickly fell asleep.

I gave her a kiss on the forehead and soundlessly got out of the room, closing the door behind me as quietly as I could.

I looked around the second floor, it was a little bit different. Walls were painted in another color, only making them look newer, and the inside of the house better.

But I couldn't waste any more time, knowing there were things to be done. So I had to go downstairs, out of the house and into the truck to get the luggage.

"Will, just one question." I called for my uncle. He appeared in the trunk of the truck, so I moved there. "Where are these people going to sleep? There isn't enough room."

"Don't worry about them. They're good the way they are."

What, are they gonna sleep in the cars?" I gave him the eyebrow.

"Well, yeah. They do love their cars a lot." He handed me a bag, but Ironhide came out of nowhere and took it instead, walking back into the house. That man is everywhere.

"So, you need my help? I'm tired."

"Uh no, me and the gang got it. Go upstairs to your room."

"Are you sure they can sleep in their cars?"

"I'm sure, Mel. Go." He smiled at me and I nodded, walking back into the house. Just as I got up the stairs and started going into my room, I accidently bumped into Ironhide.

"Sorry." He and I said at the same time, and it made me smile slightly. But I kept gazing at the blue eyes. He never tore them away from my deep brown ones.

As reality called me back, I remembered I had amnesia and that I was tired. "Goodnight Hide."

He blinked in surprise and stepped aside so I could get into my room. "Goodnight Mel."

XxXxXxXxX

God only knows when I woke up, but I woke up to the lovely smell of pancakes with cinnamon.

Dressing up myself and tying my hair in a ponytail neatly, I got downstairs and into the kitchen, searching for something to feed my hungry stomach.

"Hey Sarah. Those pancakes smell great."

"You should taste them. Will recommended cinnamon. Once he tried the way you made pancakes, he's been talking about them constantly." Putting a pancake on a plate and spreading some jam on it, I deliciously ate it. "Did you have any plans for today?"

"No, not really. Maybe help you around the house and stuff like that."

"Oh, you don't have to."

"I want to."

"You know I can't argue with you. If you really want to help, you can try and do the laundry."

"Aye aye, Captain." She and I laughed as I marched up the stairs into my room, trying to find my clothes to put in the washing machine.

Rummaging through my pockets, I found a little white card. Checking it out, I saw a name.

Dalton Jones.

That was the guy from the parking lot yesterday. I might as well give him a call later.

A couple of hours later…

The laundry is done. Everyone's clothes are clean and I'm tired as hell. I gotta give credit to Sarah. This requires a whole lot of work.

I retracted that little card Dalton gave me. I bounced downstairs and got the phone, dialing his number.

A couple of rings later, my call was answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Dalton, it's me, Melissa."

"Hey Melissa, what's up? Wanna hang out?"

"Well, I would, but I'm out of the country, unfortunately."

"What a coincidence, me too. I'm over at my grandma's place, in Texas, you?"

Word by word, we found out we were in the same town, only miles apart. He was really nice to talk to, and when he started talking about cars, I'd sort of tune out. No point listening to something that doesn't really interest you.

After hanging up and returning the phone in its place, I bounced down the stairs trying to find Ironhide to get him to lend me his truck.

He was nowhere to be found, so instead I searched for my Uncle, but he wasn't there either. In the end, I found Sarah and she only reminded me I could use the truck whenever I wanted.

So getting out of the house and into the truck, I realized I hadn't the keys with me. I saw a button that said 'ENGINE START' and I pressed it. Miraculously, the engine started, which meant the keys were somewhere around here.

I made a mental note. "Gotta thank Ironhide for lending me his truck."

As I put the truck in gear, I heard something. "You're welcome, darlin'."

Just as I was about to press the gas pedal and go in reverse, but then I heard the radio.

Then I remembered that when you turn on a car, the radio automatically turns on as well.

I changed the gear again and slowly drove to the town.

The radio had apparently shut down, so I dug through the little spaces in the door, trying to find a CD or something. "Let's see what Ironhide likes to listen to…" I muttered.

"EYES ON THE ROAD!" the radio blasted, scaring me half to death.

"Shut up!" I smacked the display.

"Sorr-eeee."

I stopped on the side of the road and examined the truck. Nothing was wrong with it inside nor outside. So what kind of a radio talks back?

Recollecting myself, I started to drive again. I put on a song from a local radio station, but the radio kept switching the songs itself. "The hell is with this thing?" I fiddled with the controls.

"EYES ON THE ROAD!"

"Oh screw you." I hit it again, but got a song in response.

"This is not enough, this is not enough!"

"Either I'm going crazy or Ironhide's truck is." I had to admit, other than this being scary, it was sort of amusing.

"I think it's the latter." The radio responded.

Then I figured it out. This must be some kind of secret TV prank or something and they plugged something into the radio and talked to me, trying to freak me out.

But then again, this is an unknown town in Texas. Not a chance that this was a TV prank.

Maybe I need to be more sociable. That must be it. I've been surrounded by blue-eyed people since I've woken up from my coma, so now it's time to get out some more.

By the time I finished thinking this through, the radio played a song, a normal one at that. I leaned into the seat and drove to the town, listening to the lyrics. I never heard the song before, and it had a really nice beat to it.

"I love these rhymes as much as I love you…"

I wonder if anyone would make a song to me. Probably not, since, for one, I'm not dating anybody and second, I doubt I'll be dating an artist. Or a songwriter. Despite being in Texas.

"You were alone, and I was just standing there. I found love, but not the road that leads to your heart. A road to those hidden secrets and that passionate amour…"

I wonder if Dalton had a girlfriend. He was a really nice guy. Only problem was rambling about cars.

"Thoughts are taking me back in time, I remember everything. But that doesn't mean anything, when you look at me in the eyes, I really want it to last…"

I heard the volume increase a bit more, but the song was really nice to listen to.

"I just want to be with you, and with my whole heart, to be with only you…"

I think this song would make any girlfriend come back. Only if it was honestly said.

The hell am I thinking about anyway?

I turned on a corner and tried to remember where the café was.

I was successful in finding it, so I parked the truck on the almost empty parking lot in front of the café.

Everything just seemed so familiar.

I turned off the truck and just as I was about to exit, the radio still sang songs. "I don't wanna run away, but I can't take it, I don't understand. If I'm not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that I am? Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?"

I pressed the button that was supposed to shut down the radio. It didn't work.

"'Cuz I miss you, body and soul so strong that I takes my breath away. And I love you, whether it's wrong or right… you know my heart is by your side…"

Well, if the radio wants to be on, then I'll just let it be. I exited the truck and shut the door behind me. It was going to stay unlocked, I didn't have the keys.

I was startled and jumped a little when the radio blasted, "BABY COME BACK! Any kind of fool could see, that I was wrong, and I just can't live without you…"

That thing is going to need major repairs. God knows what Ironhide did to that truck.

I entered the café and surprisingly quickly found Dalton sitting at a corner table. I kept glancing at the truck, it looked normal now.

"Hey Dalton. Funny how both of us are here at the same time?" I sat down and ordered a juice.

"Yeah. So what's up? I see you're driving your friend's truck." He gave a smile and motioned to the truck outside the café.

Turned my head and looked out the window. I thought the car moved forwards a bit.

That truck is going to kill me. It's so strange. "Yeah. I borrowed it." I shrugged. "So, how's your grandma? Is she alright?"

"Grams? She's great. Me and my family just came to check up on her."

"Well, that's good."I paused after a little while. "Did you find any new cars?"

His eyes lit up with excitement. "Yeah, I did. On the highway, I saw a BMW M550d. In black. It was beautiful."

"I've never heard of an M550d."

"Well, it's an M model. Meaning it's got M Power." I still didn't get it. "Like, Mercedes has AMG motors and Audi has RS ones. BMW has M Power."

I still didn't get it, but I just nodded in agreement. "Right."

"And 550d, means it's 5th series, it's got around 5000cu3 and it's diesel."

"And you know all that just by seeing an M550d?" or whatever the name was.

"Yeah. I know a whole lot about cars. But I won't bother you with that." thank goodness. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know. Everyday stuff and just, get to know you." I smiled.

And get to know him I did. We must have talked for some time, because it was dark in the end. And in the middle of the night, the café was half full and the streets were empty, Dalton and I were talking like mad.

Not that we had many things in common, the fact that I was great at volleyball and he couldn't play sports to save his life was a big difference. I used to draw and he never drew in his life.

So mostly, our conversations were about what we did, where we went and he wasn't really avoiding the parent part. It still hurts me to think about them.

I heard a honk outside but ignored it. The fact that I even acknowledged it was there, was because the owner was constantly honking. Dalton was talking about some car he saw on the street and I turned my head towards the window. There were a couple of vehicles on the streets, but none were doing anything illegal.

I turned my head to 'listen' to him again, and lights flashed into the café. We, as in the whole café, looked towards the light source, and it was coming from my truck.

I blinked a couple of times and the headlights were constantly flashing.

"Dalton, sorry, someone's in my truck." I shot up from the seat and jogged outside, entering the car, but finding absolutely nobody inside.

I don't understand. I looked in the back of the cab, but no one was there.

Well then, how on Earth could a car flash its headlights if nobody from the inside could press the buttons?

"Is everything alright?" Dalton came by my side, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah yeah."

"It's too late, it's too late…" a popular song from One Republic came on.

I yawned slightly. "You know, maybe it is late." I looked to Dalton, who still had his hand on my shoulder.

"I understand. Hey, I wanted to ask you something." Dalton said, turning me to face him. "How about we go to a movie? I could borrow my dad's car, we can go and watch it sometime. There's a drive-in, not far from here."

"We'll set something up, look Dalton, I really got to go." I was really tired.

"Yeah, sorry." He placed his palm on my right cheek and brought his lips to my left one. I think I blushed, but I couldn't know, because I had these butterflies prancing around in my stomach.

The truck seemed as if it was restraining itself. It looked ready to pounce like a cat at its prey. Such an odd vehicle.

I sat in the truck and closed the door. Dalton looked so small from here. I pressed the 'Engine Start' button.

"You have keyless go in the truck? That's so cool."

I rolled my eyes. "Goodbye, Dalton." I put the truck in reverse and back out of the parking lot, leaving him to walk home, wherever it was. I couldn't really care.

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch…" the radio spoke. I tried to turn it off, but hey, it wasn't the first time it didn't work. I drove towards home, half drowsy. "Want me to… take over?"

I yawned. What was I going to do? Talking with a radio would at least keep me awake. Why didn't I order coffee? Instead of juice.

"No, I'm driving." I responded the most normal way I could. Meh, I'm probably so tired, I'm making this all up. The headlights, the radio, the pouncing, restraining truck.

I thought about my amnesia. It's a horrible feeling. You want to remember but you can't. And I want to know what happened before I was shot. I was fully healed, and hadn't even checked my body for scars. I should have gunshot wounds.

"Tell me, honey… what's on your mind?"

"Just, why won't anybody tell me what happened before I was shot. That's all I'm asking."

There was just something so comforting about the truck, something that just gave a vibe to the truck. It was a sort of, living thing. Like, you could communicate with it.

Even if my thoughts didn't make any sense, I really could use the company.

"Oh, and if I could change your mind… Sometimes I think that it's better, to never ask why…"

"I mean, it's only normal for me to ask, right?" I turned on a corner and drove a little bit faster home. "I mean, we are talking about me here, and I really want to know."

"You've been thunderstruck!"

I chuckled at the song, "No, I've been shot."

And to be honest, I felt a proud to say that I was shot and that I survived.

"I know you… have and I'm… very happy that you're here, right now… and not up there."

"You are one crazy truck." I chuckled and patted the console.

"Thank you dear, you know I got your back."

"Um, thanks. Say, do you have a name?"

"You must not know 'bout me, you must not know 'bout me…"

"No really, please tell me."

"I am Ironman!" I would have laughed at the response, but I got another name in my mind.

Ironhide.

How did I even get his name in my head?

I'm at a loss of what to write. Really. I'd jump to the point immediately and all, but I can't possibly finish this in less than 50-60 chapters. This is an incredibly long fic, so I have a couple of questions for you guys.

Are you keeping up?

Is everything readable?

Am I going too fast/slow?

Any mistakes?

Are things making sense?

I'm just trying to be the best writer I can be, and I'm seeing improvement in my writing. Less mistakes, better writing style and so on.

So thank you guys for keeping up so far. I'm really glad.

SONGS - CREDITS:

t.A.T.u. – All The Things She Said

Bek Sten – Samo želim ( I just want) - (of course, translated into English)

One Republic – Apologize

Pink – Try

AC/DC – Thunderstruck (one of my favorite songs)

Boyce Avenue– Change Your Mind

Black Sabbath – Ironman

Beyonce - Irreplacable