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"Those are some interesting vehicles," Rosalyn said, studying the Autobots. Her eyes didn't show any sign of suspicion.
"It was all we could bring with us," Blossom said. We had all gone into our respective "vehicle" to get our personal belongings out. I could tell Optimus was suspicious of the woman helping us, and I guess he had a reason to be. I glanced at the rear view mirror, hoping he'd understand that Rosalyn was being nice and giving us a place to stay.
"Are you going to bring those with you?" Rosalyn waved to the Autobots, frowning slightly.
"Uh, no," I said, glancing nervously at them. "I mean, I'd love to, but it would draw a lot of attention."
"Yeah," Abby said. "We're just trying to lie low for a little bit."
Rosalyn gave a single nod. "Well, I'll make sure no one tries to bring harm to your vehicles," she said.
I held back a smirk. If she truly didn't know that the vehicles that sat before her were Autobots, then she didn't know they could handle themselves.
"That's very nice of you," Blossom said politely. "Thank you."
As we walked back to Rosalyn's place, some of the looks from the people were a bit unsettling. It was still kind of hard believing that Mexico would be our home. I believed that we could live here for as long as we were able; but no one knew how long that would be.
"I have a question," Rosalyn asked.
"OK," Abby said.
"Why did you want to come to Mexico?" She looked back at us.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Three Americans and their children wanting to live in Mexico? I'm just curious on why you chose here, of all places."
"It was my husband's idea," I said. "We had some trouble back in the States and he suggested Mexico."
"We all had a bit of trouble back home," Abby said.
"I didn't know you were married," Rosalyn said, looking at us.
"We're not married," Blossom said, chuckling. "She's the only married one."
"I never caught your names."
"I'm Abby."
"Blossom."
"Desirée."
Once we reached Rosalyn's house, three young kids ran out and hugged her, another woman standing near the doorway and smiling. She said something in Spanish, and Rosalyn replied.
"That's my sister," Rosalyn said. "We're twins."
"Really?" Blossom looked between the two women in surprise.
"Not the identical kind," Rosalyn laughed. "Her name is Emilia."
We watched as Emilia walked over, observing us. She said something in Spanish to Rosalyn, their conversation lasting a couple minutes.
"Hola," Emilia said to us after a few minutes.
Rosalyn shot her twin a dirty look. "Inglés."
"Fine," Emilia said, holding her hands up. "Nice to meet you. I'm Emilia."
We introduced ourselves to her and she smiled. Emilia had big hazel eyes; her skin was lightly tanned; having light brown, curly hair in a ponytail. She didn't look anything like Rosalyn. Rosalyn had dark brown, wavy hair; slightly slanted brown eyes; a more slender build than her sister (despite having three kids); and her skin wasn't as tanned as Emilia's.
"These are my precious nieces and nephew," Emilia said proudly, looking at the three kids, whose big eyes were watching us carefully.
"This is Rosalína, she is six; Violet, she's four; and Rory, he's three," Rosalyn said.
"Those are beautiful names," I said.
"Rosalína was our mother's name," Emilia said. "Violet was our grandmother's name. Rory was their grandfather's name."
"Their father's father," Rosalyn said solemnly.
Emilia shot Rosalyn a look.
"Well, they're beautiful names nonetheless," I said, trying to ease the tension.
"There are enough rooms for you all to stay in," Emilia said. Rosalyn went to the other room, taking care of her kids. "It's a pretty big house. There's a restroom down the hall and to the left. If you need anything, ask Rosalyn or I, we'll help."
"Thanks for everything," I said.
"Don't thank me," she said. "Thank Rosalyn."
That night, the girls slept beside me on the bed, which was relatively big.
It had to be past midnight, but I couldn't sleep well. I felt slightly uncomfortable, living in a stranger's house. Rosalyn and Emilia were wonderful; Rosalyn's kids were polite and I felt honored that someone as nice as Rosalyn would offer us a place to stay, but it made me slightly uncomfortable. No one had ever been so nice after everything that happened.
I thought about the possible danger we could bring Rosalyn and her family. The possible danger that would befall Rosalyn's kids. They were young...
Carefully getting out of bed, I shuffled to the kitchen. I wasn't comfortable enough to try and get a drink or food.
"You OK?"
I jumped. Rosalyn stood behind me, wearing her pajamas. I smiled awkwardly, nodding wordlessly.
"The kids kept me up," she said. "Rory more so. Sometimes he doesn't want to be put to bed so he'll be as stubborn as he possibly can."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"It's OK," she chuckled. "Rory's always been fussy. What about your kids?"
"Oh, well, Saoirse is the eldest," I said. "She's more talkative than Eden, her baby sister. They usually do as they're told. They're very easygoing."
"You said you were married?" Rosalyn asked.
"Yeah." I shifted on my feet, trying not to look uncomfortable. "He was in the military. I was too. I got injured; bad enough to where I had to leave the military."
"What about your husband?"
"Same for him, too," I said. "Then we got in some trouble and we ended up here."
"I'm sorry," she said. She frowned slightly. "You and your friends can stay here for as long as you want."
"That's nice of you, thanks." I gave her a small smile. She wasn't going to interrogate us on why we had to leave America. She didn't seem at all scared. Rosalyn was the first person who was just genuinely nice. Her whole family was generous.
I just hoped nothing bad would happen to them.
QUICKY A/N:
HERE IS THE LATEST UPDATE. I'M SORRY IF THEY'RE BORING, I WAS HOPING I COULD PUT IN DESIRÉE AND HER FRIENDS/FAMILY FINALLY FINDING SOMEPLACE STABLE TO LIVE!
LIKE I MENTIONED EARLIER (I THINK), ROSALYN AND HER FAMILY WILL BE IMPORTANT.
I OWN NOTHING IN THE TRANSFORMERS MOVIEVERSE NOR DO I OWN THE FOUR OC'S! I OWN MY FILLERS AND MY CHARACTERS.
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~SMITHY