Uncover → Transformers

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

It had been over a week since Ron and I had made up. I had forgiven him rather easily, but I seemed to do that with everyone no matter what the situation was. Trent DeMarco was a perfect example of this, but on the bright side Ron and I were doing incredibly well. He was my best friend and I was more than thankful to have him in my life.

My parents still didn't know about mine or Ron's very uncanny relationship. I was almost positive that if they were to find out, it wouldn't end well. This wasn't exactly a normal relationship for a teenage girl to be in. My dad would definitely blow a gasket and my mom would freak out over the fact that I was basically dating an alien robot from the planet Cybertron. This kind of relationship would definitely not be accepted by society, but I didn't care. I was happy with my life at the moment, but until further notice I would withhold this truth from my parents.

I walked over to my dresser to pick out a set of workout clothes. It was 9 AM on Sunday morning and I was about to go on my first run since the accidents had happened and I was ecstatic.

Ratchet had dropped by every single day after school for a therapy session as well as he did yesterday. He had worked my leg to death but it helped me quite a lot. It almost felt as if though my left leg was becoming much stronger than my right one but it was okay; it meant I was making progress. After our session he had told me that because of how great I had been doing and how strong my knee already was, I was now free to resume my normal activities: running, training, fighting, and shooting though I had been shooting only a week ago. When he told me this, I was beyond happy. May sound strange, but I missed working out and feeling healthy. Not many teenage girls could say that, but I was not like most teenage girls, obviously.

I very hastily threw on a pink long sleeve Nike dri-fit shirt as well as a pair of black spandex. After putting on my black Nike Free Runs, I threw my blonde hair into a messy bun before heading out of my room and walking down the stairs.

My mom was sitting on the couch holding a sleeping Annabelle in her arms. There was no sign of my dad or Ron anywhere. I sat down in the recliner and she looked at me, studying my outfit.

"Going for a morning run?"

I nodded. "Dad and Ron at the base?" I asked.

"Yeah. They shouldn't be much longer though. They only went up there to help take care of a certain twin incident," she answered. I laughed.

I absolutely adored Mudflap and Skids. They without a doubt had to be my two favorite Autobots, aside from Ironhide of course, but he was a given. They were just so fun to be around. They had been by twice in the last week, much to my dad and Ron's disapproval.Ron had attempted to keep me away from the disastrous duo, but had failed in the matter. Their Autobot forms were just as fun to be around as their holoforms, but I still preferred their holoforms. It was much more natural to me. In a very obscure way, they were almost like brothers to me. I felt it was weird at first to refer to two Autobots in a brotherly manner, but then again I was in love with one.

"What'd they do this time?" I inquired.

She chuckled. "I'm not very positive. I just know that it was extreme enough for Optimus to call your father and Ron in for assistance," she explained.

I snickered and shook my head. I was really surprised one of the bots hadn't murdered them yet. I stood up and headed for the door.

"I'll see you in a little bit, mom."

She smiled at me. "Okay. Be careful."

I just smiled and nodded before running out into the cool morning air. I put in my headphones and unlocked my iPod. I scrolled through my music library until I came to the song "21 Guns" by Green Day. I smiled and clicked on it, the melodic sound of the music flooding through my ear. Soon I took off down the street, now happy that everything was moderately back to normal.