-What Jazz Looks Like In holoform-------->

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(Paige's P.O.V)

Okay maybe hanging out with the twins aren't that bad...well that's what i thought.

"So this is your dwelling?", Sides asked looking around in the living room with curiosity.

"House, we call it a house", I say plainly before sighing in boredom, this was the third time repeating this conversation now.

Sunstreaker scoffs looking through random books before throwing him behind him, a pile was starting to form...I am not cleaning this up, Sunstreaker spoke up, "You have so many places to recharge at. Where is your Quarters?", he sat on a couch before putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"Okay, Sunstre-"

"You can call me Sunny if you want. Only You and Sides can though", Sunstreak- I mean Sunny claims with a light smile, I nodded. I must of been close to these guys. I wish I could remember , but I just can't. I'm lucky enough to remember most things as it is, very VERY lucky.

"Okay, Sunny. One its called sleeping. Two my room is up stairs and only I am aloud in MY room. Understood", I eye the two twins getting out a frying pan, they nod furiously in fear.  

"Affirmative", they say in sync and sigh in relief as the frying pan disappears.

"Okay good . What to do now..", I sigh more bored. I had showed the twins everything in the house. They ate all my stashed Chocolates and Lollies so I have nothing at all. Damn Ratchet probably demanded them to eat them all. I will have to sneak out and get some more stash. My attention was brought back to reality when suddenly the twins smirk mischievousness shown easily in their eyes, groaning I knew they were up to trouble or something along those lines.

'What?", I look at them suspiciously Hoping there were no jokes involved because seriously, they already played 25 and still counting on me today in less than 3 hours, don;t even get me started on the pranks they did. Ugh. Frying pans were easily involved. Very VERY easily.

"We got a surprise for you outside", They grin widely. Ahh shit. Trouble.. Know I fully understand why they are the 'Terror' Twins. If I die. I will haunt the fuck out of these autobots, that will teach them a lesson for leaving me here in hell. 

"Ok, does it involving happiness or two twins getting chased by frying pans?", I ask cautiously while twirling a frying pan in my left hand. My best friend didn't call me the 'Queen of Frying Pans' for no reason.

"Uh. First guess", Sides claims slowly as Sunny nodded furiously eyeing the pan that twirled in my hand with caution.

Sighing I placed the frying pan back on the coffee table while my shoulders slumped, "Fineee", I drag the word as we trotted to the door, Opening the door I expect a prank to occur but instead I get greeted by two familiar Alt modes.

I could hear Sunny and Sides giggling like mad people as I stared with wide eyes.

"~Shorty!~Wassup!?~"

"Sup Lil-Lady whats cracking!?"

Shit. Ratchet is soo gonna kill me.

//////////////////////////Le Fabulous Time Skippe//////////////////////

"Okay.", I start sitting on a couch in front of four mech's.

They all nod smiling widely.

"I got 3 Problems", I say slowly, looking at the frying pan in front of me, I heard them gulp. Apparently a rumor of me being a crazy frying pan femme got around the base quickly, So Ratchet was complaining all night to Optimus and Ironhide. Ha. Serves that mech right. 

"That is?", Sideswipe asks curiously.

"I hope your not on about one of those human female monthly subjects...", Sunstreaker claimed earning a hit in the back of the head by Sideswipe.

Face-palming hard, I swiftly hit him across the face with a frying pan repeatedly, "No.No.No.No.NO!", I yell loudly hitting the frying pan on top of his head... which caused it to snap in halve and have a dizzy Sunny. Sideswipe was hiding behind a pillow.

Jazz cracked up laughing with Bumblebee, "that will teach ya!", Jazz giggled madly.

Stupid ass robots and their messed up logic.

"okay okay..", i breathe slowly, trying to calm down my anger and embarrassment.

"No.1 : I thought These Terror Twins were the only one available", I looked at Jazz and Bee for answers.

"Well...", Bee started his British accent easily heard, Jazz continued for him, "We finished patrol early. So we though we will come join you guys and see how you are going"

oh. How sweet and here I was being a total asshole. Well. Sorry not sorry *poker-face*

"Awwww..", I claim making Jazz scratch the back of his neck and Bee to smile widely.

"okay number 2 is-", Sides gets cut off, "ohh I get it number 2!. Do you need to.... Poop?", Sunny asked clueless, cheekiness showed in his ocean blue eyes.

Oh my fucking god. He is going to make me pull my hair out of my skull!.

"No you Slagger!", Sides claimed hitting sunny across the face hard, making Sunstreaker fall off the couch rubbing his cheek.

"You know you slap like the last femme I-"

"NO!", we all scream at him making him chuckle evilly.

Sighing I continue, "You didn't tell Optimus", I say very slowly making everyone freeze.

"We are scrapped", Jazz whispered and everyone nodded.

"He is going to be com-linking us all afternoon my processor is so going to be sore", Sides complained rubbing his head.

Grunting I layed back into the couch for comfort, "OK, spill. Number 3?", Bee asked with fear in his Optics.

"One Words guys. One word. Ratchet"

It was quiet in the first 5 seconds but then suddenly my ears where filled with girly screams.  What the hell is happening!?, covering my ears I open my right eye. Yeah eye. I still have damage in the left eye. I'm probably permanently blind.

"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING!", I yell loudly making them shut up , Sunstreaker gulped.

"Ratchet is here", Sunstreaker and Sideswipe claim.

Oh Poop.

"And Ironhide", Bumblebee butted in

Ah. Scrap

"Also Optimus...", Jazz whispered slowly.

Shit.