"What happened next?"

The next morning, Mila had come over to Kiki's place so the ginger haired girl could tell her all about her "date" with Bumblebee last night. Despite Kiki claiming the pairs little get together was just two friends hanging out and not an actual date, Mila was't buying it. 

"After that, we finished our dance and then he drove me home." Kiki replied, pacing slowly around the living room. 

"He drove you home?! Score!" Mila squealed, shaking with excitement as she sat in the love seat. "All aboard the love train! Choo, choo!"

Kiki couldn't help but laugh as she picked up a pillow from the couch, playfully tossing it at her friend. "Cut it out, Mila."

"Oh come on, Kiki," Mila sat up from her chair, walking slowly towards her friend. "First he lets you fix his tie, compliments you, asks you to dance with him, then he willingly snakes his hand down to your waist--"

"It was to give me better support, so I wouldn't fall to the floor!" Kiki interrupted. 

"Furthermore," Mila spoke up, completely ignoring the green eyed girl. "He then offered to drive you home."

"So what's your point?" Kiki asked. "If it was a date, he would have said something." 

"It may not be a date according to you, but all of those things he did? It totally means that he's into you, and sometime soon, he's going to ask you out." Mila stated. 

"I don't believe that one bit," Kiki waved it off, making her way into the kitchen.  

"And why not?" Mila questioned as she smirked at the girl, placing her hands on her hips. 

"Did you hear what I told you what happened before all of that? Mila, that was my first time dancing for months! I was so tense and nervous, I couldn't stop looking down at my feet, and I nearly took Bumblebee down with me when I tripped." Kiki recalled.

"So?" Mila raised a brow at the girl.

"So?" Kiki repeated, pulling a bottle of Brisk Ice Tea out of the fridge. 

"So why don't you think he'll ask you out?" Mila asked. 

"I might have embarrassed him for all I know," Kiki stated, taking a bug gulp of her drink. "He probably doesn't want to even talk to me." 

"Oh come on, Kiki, that's bull crap and you know it!" Mila defended. "Bumblebee doesn't break that easily."

*******

"I might have embarrassed her for all I know!" 

Bumblebee was pacing the living room nervously as his room-mate Knockout lounged on the couch, listening to his former boyfriend share his insecurities. 

"It doesn't sound that bad," The red head spoke up, speaking calmly.

"That bad? That bad?!" Bumblebee rose his voice in a panic, grabbing his hair. "Knockout, you weren't there! You didn't see what I did!" 

"I may not have been there," Knockout replied as he sat up from his seat. "But judging from what you described and how I'm mentally picturing it in my head, you're over-reacting just a little bit." 

"Over-reacting?" Bumblebee repeated. 

"Try to relax. Listen," The red head walked over to the brown skinned man, placing a hand on his shoulder. "If I was in your shoes last night and went to that party instead of you, and danced with Kiki, I would have done the same thing."

Bumblebee raised a brow at the man with surprise. "Seriously?"

"Of course it's your fault for being an excellent dancer and sweeping your partners off their feet," Knockout teased with a smirk, patting Bumblebee on the shoulder as he walked away towards the kitchen. "Speaking from personal experience of course."

Bumblebee couldn't help but laugh as fell back on the sofa chair next to him, watching Knockout rummaging through the fridge. "You're so full of it sometimes, you know that?"

"Well, I try," Knockout snickered in reply as he pulled out a container filled with leftover lasagna. "Feeling better?"

"A little bit, yeah," Bumblebee nodded, sighing with relief. 

"Good! You were most likely just over-reacting, and she actually had a good time with you last night," Knockout replied. "You had fun with her last night, correct?"

"Well, yeah, I did," Bumblebee agreed. "The most fun I had in a long time--- Besides you, of course."

"Nice save," He commented, pulling out a plate from the cabinet. "So if see enjoyed hanging out with you, and you enjoyed hanging out with her, then why not spend more time with her?"

"You think so?" Bumblebee questioned. 

"Bumblebee, I can tell you want to," Knockout answered, meeting his gaze. "I can see it in your eyes."

"I don't know," Bumblebee vented, slouching in his chair. "It's not that I don't like her, I do like her, it's just... there's just something about her that's, well, different from other girls I've known." 

"Then call her up and ask her out---"

Bumblebee coughed, glaring at his room-mate. 

"---as a friend!" Knockout quickly corrected.

Bumblebee sighed, rubbing his eyes with his gloves before glancing over at the home phone standing on the side table next to him.

"Call her," Knockout urged. 

********

"Just call him already!" Mila begged, grabbing Kiki's phone and shoving it in her face. 

"Right now?" Kiki's eyes widened. 

"Yes, right now!" Mila exclaimed. 

"But we just hung out last night," Kiki reasoned, pushing the phone out of her face. "I don't want him to think I'm desperate." 

"Not by the way you've been eye googling at him since you first saw him," Mila snickered. 

"Mila!" Kiki yelped, face palming herself as she slouched against the counter.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Mila apologized. "But in all seriousness, call him." 

"What would I even say?" Kiki asked her. 

"Ask him to hang out again," Mila answered like it was the most simplest thing in the world.

"Okay, and do what? I have no idea what people in Crown City do on a Saturday, I moved here like a week ago!" Kiki stated.

"I might have something," Mila jogged back over to the couch, rummaging through her bag until she pulled out a pair of tickets, walking back over and slamming them on the counter. "Bam!"

"Concert tickets?" Kiki questioned, picking them up. 

"Not just any concert tickets," Mila grinned. "Those are tickets to Rear Axle's show tonight." 

"Rear Axle?" Kiki repeated. "I haven't heard their songs in years!" 

"They're currently on their comeback tour," Mila explained, crossing her arms as the smirk was still plastered on her face as she glanced at the girl. "Plus, they just so happen to be Bumblebee's favourite band." 

Hearing that made Kiki's face light up as she pushed herself up from the counter. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Mila answered with a wink. 

"How did you even know that?" Kiki asked with confusion. 

"I got outside, and I talk to people," Mila answered with a giggle. "Go a head and invite him out already!"

"Are you sure you're okay with us using your tickets?" Kiki asked with concern. 

"It's totally fine! My boss was going to go, but had to cancel due to a family emergency, so he gave them to me," Mila explained. "But I think you two will put them to better use." 

"Well," Kiki paused for a brief moment before signing in defeat, smiling cheaply at her friend. "Only if you're sure."

"Atta girl!" Mila cheered. "Call him, call him, call him!" 

*******

"The Hostage Mission was a complete set-back," a voice growled. 

Three men stood inside a barely lit room inside a abandoned warehouse. The man who first spoke up had dark grey hair with yellow eyes. He had light skin, was tall and quite muscular. He wore a black t-shirt with a grey vest over top, ripped up blue jeans, and grey military combat boots. 

He sat up from his chair, powering off a small TV that was displaying a news report about the person who tried to kill Commissioner Magnus.

"If this keeps up, we won't get any close to our goal we want to take over this city."

"Boss, let me go next," Another voice spoke up as the second man stepped forward. The man had long wavy red hair and blue eyes, wearing a matching red jumpsuit with black boots. 

"You want to play like the big boys, Bisk?" The Boss asked with a amusing chuckle. "This won't be like any of your video games, you know." 

"I'm ready for this! I know where to get one of the missing pieces of equipment we need." Bisk exclaimed, forming his hand to a assuring fist. 

"What, and where?" The boss asked, tilting his head as he looked at Bisk with a intrigued look on his face. 

"Some soundboards," Bisk answered. "There's a concert at the town stadium tonight. I can sneak in undetected and steal some. We wouldn't want any unwanted attention from Monday, now do we?"

"What's the point?" The third man spoke up, smoking a cigarette. He had black silky hair with turquoise tips and red eyes. He had light skin, and wore a dark navy blue suit with a black dress shirt and red tie and black dress shoes. "After that whack-job messed up, the Autobots could be on us by now! I say he should just storm the joint."

"You both make valid points, but I would rather have this job get done under the radar," the boss replied. "If the Autobots are aware of our presences, then we need minimal interference from them as much as possible."

"You won't regret this boss, I swear!" Bisk proclaimed. 

"Good," the boss smiled evilly. "Because you better not return to me empty handed, or else you'll have to follow the footsteps of your former comrade than feel my wrath. Are we clear?"

"Very clear, boss!" Bisk gulped nervously. 

"Perfect. Take the dogs with you if need be. Thunderhoof, help Bisk get ready for his task." the boss ordered.

"Fine," Thunderhoof sighed, tossing his cigarette to the side as he began to walk out of the room. "Come on, I know a guy who can sneak you in undetected by security."  

Once the two left the room, the Decepticon boss walked back over to his chair, taking a seat at his desk. He pulled one of the drawers open, reaching in as pulled out an old cell phone. He turned it on, opening the photo app and bringing up an image of a familiar brown, muscular man wearing a black spy suit. 

"When the time and place comes, I'll get my revenge on you," He growled, tightening his grip as he literally crushed the phone in his fist before slamming it on the desk. "Just you wait, Bumblebee. Just you wait."