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As everyone finally adjusted to life in Mexico, Optimus decided we should find somewhere in the Mexican capital to stay for the time being. It was still an unfamiliar surrounding; we never really spent too much time getting ourselves accustomed to our surroundings there, we mainly spent our time on the outskirts of Mexico City, enjoying our limited company.

"Would you be able to talk to them?" Abby asked. "About getting us a place to stay?"

"I might," I said uncertainly. "I don't know a lot of Spanish, but..."

"Whatever you know, I'm sure it'll be helpful." Blossom gave a reassuring smile. I nodded, giving her a small smile.

The Holoforms had been dismissed for a little over an hour. I'd suppose the others were feeling exhausted after having it activated for so long. Saoirse and Eden were huddled around Musa and the twins, trying to entertain each other.

I found it heartwarming how easily they connected with the other kids, Abby, and Blossom. Saoirse was the most easy to get a connection with. She could get anyone to want and be her friend! Eden was always trying to do what Saoirse did, but added her own little style to it. It was pretty easy to get Eden to befriend you. She was the more easygoing of the two.

"Do you think they'd let us have a place to stay?" Blossom asked. "We don't have any money. We're going to have to pay."

"That's true," I said, chewing on my bottom lip. "We didn't really think it all the way through."

"Maybe we can get a job," Abby said. "Just long enough for us to get some money and find a good place to stay."

"That could take a long time," Blossom said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's not a bad idea." I looked at Abby and slowly nodded. "Depending on how much they pay and how fast we work, we might get enough to get a temporary stay."

"But there's also the problem with time," Blossom said. "How long is it going to take? It's only a matter of time before Cemetery Wind gets permission to hunt us down here, then what?"

A heavy silence hung in the air. The kids quickly caught on to the change in atmosphere, looking at us curiously. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to think of the best possible solution for us. What were we supposed to do? We were in another country, pretty much homeless, and fighting over how to get the money to survive.

I scowled. Survive. That word was overused...annoying! I couldn't stand it. Shaking my head, I sighed.

"Well, we have to figure something out," I said. "We want to find a decent place to stay for however long we're here, how're we gonna do that?"

"That's the hard part," Abby said.

Mya POV

The silence that hung between the human femme and weapon specialist was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. They were still (somewhat) angry at each other, both just too stubborn to admit they were being immature, childish. Mya settled for studying her surroundings, looking out the window and enjoying the scenery.

The sooner this whole thing blows over, the quicker I can go home. Mya chanted that in her head, trying to tell herself that she would be better off without Ironhide. What really frustrated her was the pang of guilt and anger that she'd think that way. He shouldn't be making you feel guilty, she thought.

Mya's eyes glanced at the radio, studying it carefully. How was Ironhide able to talk through that? She rolled her eyes. She didn't know and she didn't care!

Do I?

Those two words that popped into her head made her chew her bottom lip guiltily. She didn't want to care! But she did...Ironhide was an acquaintance, at least. She was foolish enough to think he could be her "friend". Ha! As if he could be considered her friend. Comparing Ironhide to something like friendship brought a sour taste in her mouth.

"Why are you making that face?" Ironhide demanded.

"Why aren't you focusing on the road?" she countered bitterly. Mya crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm multitasking," Ironhide grumbled in that gruff voice of his. What truly irritated Mya was that accent of Ironhide's. She couldn't figure out what kind of accent he was supposed to have. Was it some sort of Americanized British accent?! She didn't know! But she didn't feel like asking. It wasn't worth her effort.

"I can make any face I want." Mya glowered at the radio. "Unless it's bothering you." The last part came out sarcastically.

"Is this how it's going to be between us? Bitter?"

"Why're you asking me?" Mya rolled her eyes dramatically. "You're the one who couldn't find the time to treat me respectfully."

"If we plan on staying together, we have to cooperate."

"Last time I checked," she exclaimed, "this wasn't my decision! I didn't ask to be apart of this."

"You don't want to stay?"

Mya would have thought she heard a pained undertone in that question, but shook it off.

"As if it'd matter to you," she scoffed.

The Holoform activated beside her, still shocking the day lights out of her.

"It would matter," he said gruffly.

"You're a horrible liar," she muttered.

"Mya, I know we haven't been on the best of terms," Ironhide said, "and I have been a slaggin' jerk, but we can't keep being upset with each other. It won't help with anything."

Those green eyes observed the Holoform carefully (almost scrutinizingly so). He sounded sincere. He looked sincere. Sighing, she nodded her head.

Desirée POV

After telling Optimus and the others that we planned on going to find that place to stay, they offered to activate the Holoforms to accompany us. We were quick to turn them down. They needed rest. I still had the All Spark to kick some ass if need be.

And...after spending almost an hour and a half trying to get a nice place to stay, and being rejected every time, our hope had been ripped apart, stomped on, and kicked around.

We stood in the lobby of the last living area we could find for the day. The kids were getting fussy; we were fussy. I sighed.

"We might as well go back," I said glumly.

"E-Excuse me." A thick accented feminine voice sounded behind us. We turned and saw woman smiling shyly at us. She had to be in her early thirties. Pointing to herself, she said, "Rosalyn."

"Nice to meet you, Rosalyn," I said. I tried correcting myself in Spanish, but she shook her head.

"I can speak English," she said, chuckling. "You need a place to stay?"

We nodded.

"We don't know how long we'll be here," Blossom said. "And we can't keep living in our cars cause of the kids."

Rosalyn nodded, giving us a sympathetic look. "I understand," she said. "I have three kids. Two girls, one boy. We were in a similar situation once."

"I'm sorry," Abby said, frowning slightly.

Rosalyn shook her head. "It's fine," she assured us. "We were able to get a nice home here. You all can stay with us; if you want."

We looked at each other, a silent agreement going between us.

"That would be wonderful, Rosalyn," I said, smiling. "Thank you."

"Oh, it's fine," she said, laughing. "Do you have anything you can bring with you?"

"In our cars, just outside the city." Blossom looked toward where the Autobots were parked. They couldn't be seen easily from where they were parked, but we knew they were there, watching to make sure nothing happened.

Rosalyn nodded and followed us.

QUICKY A/N:

HERE'S AN ÜBER LATE UPDATE! YEAH! UPDATE AT ONE IN THE MORNING! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, I AM BARELY EVEN AWAKE RIGHT NOW SO IF I MADE ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO TELL ME ABOUT IT! I ALWAYS APPRECIATE WHEN SOMEONE HELPS ME WHEN I MAKE ERRORS WHEN WRITING.

NOTHING IN THE TRANSFORMERS FRANCHISE BELONGS TO ME. NEITHER DO THE FOUR OC'S! I OWN ROSALYN, HER FAMILY, MY FILLERS, AND MY OTHER CHARACTERS!

(HEAD'S UP, ROSALYN AND HER THREE KIDS WILL BE AN IMPORTANT CHARACTER FOR THE DURATION OF THE STAY IN MEXICO CITY. I'D GIVE MORE, BUT SPOILERS!)

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~SMITHY