*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.*

The morning sun shone brightly through my bedroom windows. I groaned tiredly and covered my head with my blanket. I was absolutely exhausted.

The entirety of my day yesterday consisted of packing up the rest of my belongings; with Ironhide's and my dad's help it was a particularly long process. It was almost as if they didn't have a clue as to what they needed to do with my clothes and my shoes. Every other article they picked up, they criticized and even threatened to throw away.

The process took a little over six hours and that only had to do with the fact that they repeatedly kept throwing clothes and shoes at me. My room became a war zone after that. I remember tackling my dad to the floor and then beating him with one of my boots because he hit me in the head with a clothes' hanger. Ironhide I really couldn't do so much about because no matter what, he'd beat me, but it still didn't stop me from locking him inside my closet. .which was now in need of construction.

As I closed my eyes to go back to sleep, my bedroom door clicked open. The annoying sound of my dad's voice filled the air.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey," he chirped.

I groaned. "Go away."

The sound of footsteps could be heard followed by my comforter being ripped from my body. I glared at my father.

"Get up and get ready. It's not long until we have to leave now," he told me.

I sighed and sat up. "Will you at least make me breakfast? I think I deserve it after you so brutally beat me last night."

He scoffed. "You're delusional, but fine. I'll make you breakfast," he told me and walked out of my room.

I got up out of bed and took my night clothes off to get changed. My eyes widened when I realized my bags were no longer in my room. I groaned and headed out of my bedroom, not bothering to care that I was only in my bra and underwear. I ran into the living room, my mom's and Ironhide's eyes on me. Oops.

"Azalea, why aren't you wearing any clothes?" my mom asked me.

"Because all of my bags are gone. Where are they?" I asked, looking at Ironhide.

He was staring at me. "Bed of the truck," he said slowly.

"Thank you," I called as I ran out the front door.

A squeal escaped my mouth as I stepped on a small rock, but I kept running. I stepped onto Hide's tire and lifted myself to the bed of the truck. His frame shuddered and I chuckled before grabbing my duffle bag. I jumped off of the tire and patted his side.

"Fucking pervert," I exclaimed as I ran back into the house.

I didn't bother to stop and further converse with my mom or Ironhide; I just ran to my bedroom. After throwing my bag on my bed, I rummaged through it to find something to wear. I changed into a grey tank top, a pair of white shorts and my black combat boots. I left my hair down in its natural waves before shoving my night clothes into my bag. I zipped it up and grabbed it before heading out of my bedroom and back down the stairs.

I threw the duffle bag on the couch and sat down beside my mom.

"I am now clothed. Be happy," I baited.

She shook her head at me. The kitchen door opened and my dad walked out with Ironhide who was holding a plate of food. He sat it down in front of me before moving my duffle bag to sit down beside me. My dad sat down in the recliner and I smiled at him.

"Thank you lots," I told him as I took a bite of bacon.

"You're more than welcome." I took a bite of my egg.

"Are you ready to go now?" Ironhide asked me.

"I will be once I finish this food," I told him as I finished chewing my final piece of bacon.

As soon as I finished my eggs, he ripped the plate from my hands and took it into the kitchen. I sighed and stood up, as did my mother and father. My mom gave me a sad smile and I hugged her. I actually felt pretty bad. After I left for college, she would be alone and with my dad and Ironhide working all the time, she'd be left alone for long periods of time and I didn't like that at all.

I pulled away from her. "Just give me three months and I'll be back, okay?" She nodded and wiped away her tears.

"Lea, we'll be outside," my dad told me.

I nodded and he gave my mom a quick hug and a peck on the lips before following Ironhide outside. I turned back to my mom.

"You better call me when you get settled, okay Azalea?"

I chuckled and hugged her again. "I promise I will. I have to go now though. Tell Anna I said I loved her."

Thankfully the brat was asleep so I didn't need to waste another fifteen minutes trying to leave her.

"I will. Bye sweetie. I love you," she told me.

"I love you too, momma."

I grabbed my duffle bag off of the couch and threw it over my shoulder before heading out the front door. Quickly, I strutted over to Ironhide's alt mode and threw my bag into the back. I opened up the door to the backseat and climbed in.

"For once it wouldn't kill you to let me sit in the front. Just once. I hate the backseat," I exclaimed to my father as we pulled out of the driveway. He just laughed at me.

"If I don't recall, you've told me my backseat is rather comfortable," Ironhide retorted.

I chuckled and laid down. "It is very comfortable. That doesn't mean I like sitting back here though. It makes me feel like a child."

He chuckled. "You are."

"I'm nineteen. I'm hardly a child. Legally I'm an adult," I remarked.

"If that's what you choose to believe then so be it."

I just laughed and sat back up. After a few minutes I began to notice that we were headed the wrong way. I scrunched my eyebrows up.

"Where are we going exactly?" I inquired.

They were silent. My breath caught in my throat as we pulled into the all too familiar graveyard.

"Please don't make me do this," I said.

It had been over a year since I had been here to visit Braelynn and I had only ever been that one single time. I just couldn't do it.

"You need to," my dad told me.

"Did you two plan this?" I asked as Ironhide parked.

"Precisely," Hide answered.

I sighed and got out of the truck. A warm breeze blew in my face as I walked down the trail. I stopped when I came to her beautiful headstone. A tear escaped my eye as I read the words engraved on the stone.

Braelynn Olivia Stone
May 19, 1991-May 19, 2007

She took in all the wonders of life,
wrapped them in a colorful package
and gave it to us.

I smiled and knelt down in front of the slab of rock, placing a hand over her picture which was ingrained into the sediment.

"Good lord, I miss you so much."

I sat down on the ground and leaned my head against the cold stone.

"Over two years have passed, yet I still haven't gotten over the loss of you; my best friend, my sister. It's gotten much easier but it's still so hard," I cried.

A warm breeze flew past me and I smiled softly.

"Right now, we should be on our way to Princeton together. I even got the decorations you suggested we each get for our dorm room and even though you won't be there physically, I know you'll be there somehow. You always promised you would be there. And don't think I forgot either; I still have the note you wrote me," I chuckled.

I began playing with the flowers that were placed on her grave. None of these had been here before so I assumed she acquired new visitors.

"I'm so sorry that I haven't come to see you or talk to you. I just couldn't do it. I'm surprised I'm even doing this right now, but I guess Hide and my dad felt that I needed to say goodbye to you, so here it goes."

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"I'm going to miss you so much, Brae. I already miss you a great deal but you should be going with me to college instead of laying six feet under the ground. You didn't get to live out your life and it angers me so much just thinking about it. I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you, but I can't turn back now; no matter how much I wish I could.

"I'm going to wrap this up before I go into hysterics, but I promise on everything that when I come home I will come and visit you and we can just have one of those long talks like we used to have. I don't care about what the extremity of the weather will be like. I don't care if it's cold, hot, raining or snowing; I will come and see you.

"But for now I have to go. I promise I'll be back soon enough. Wish me good luck in college though. I could really use all of the luck I can get. I love you so much, Braelynn. Please don't ever forget that. I'll see you soon," I finished.

I wiped away my tears before getting up and heading back down the trail. Oddly enough, I felt a whole lot better after doing that. It was almost as if she was there with me.

I approached the truck and sighed before hopping back into the backseat. Immediately, I laid down and Ironhide wasted no time in taking off.

"How are you feeling?" Hide asked me.

"Like a million dollars," I replied sarcastically.

"Lea," he warned.

I frowned. "I miss her."

"We know you do," my dad said.

"She should be going with me. We were supposed to go to Princeton together, remember?"

"Yes. That was all the two of you talked about your freshamn year in high school. Partying, college boys and everything of that sort," he chuckled.

Hide grunted and I laughed.

"I was fourteen years old and very naive. I'm actually really only looking forward to partying though. I'm perfectly happy with my man. College boys ain't shit," I said. The seat warmed up beneath me and I smiled. "Anyways, thank you both for making me do that."

"Is that sarcasm?" my dad asked.

"No sir. I mean it. I probably would have never been back there if it weren't for you two. I've now conquered one of my fears," I stated.

"One of your fears?" Hide asked.

"Yes. My fear of absolute acceptance. I always knew that she was gone and even though it's been two years, it scared me to the point where I didn't want to fully accept it. That's why I never went back to her grave. Now that I have, I can finally accept it; all thanks to you two," I explained.

"You're more than welcome, Azalea."

"Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I'm going to sleep for the next day or so. Care to wake me when we get there?" I asked.

"I'll see what we can do," Hide laughed.

"Thank you again. I love you both," I told them as I closed my eyes.

The cool air in the cabin of the truck comforted me and soon enough I was drifting off to sleep, just listening to the gentle hum of the engine.

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