Sunstreaker drove towards town. "What exactly have you planned?" I asked. "Not that much... maybe some training," he said. I smiled and nodded. Sunny pulled up in a parking lot and cut his engine. "I go to this place more often when my stress levels are too high," he said and hopped out. I followed and looked around. Sunstreaker grabbed my backpack and swayed it over his shoulder. It surprised me that he wanted to carry it for me. "That's quite heavy." I shrugged a little embarrassed. I followed Sunstreaker inside towards our room. "Let's go to the beach and let's do some workouts," he said. I was still busy inspecting the room that I hadn't even heard him. "Paige!" I jumped in the air and turned around. "I am talking to you," he said. "I am sorry." He crossed his arms. "I don't repeat myself twice," he said. I tried to hide my embarrassment. What if this ends in a disaster? What if I keep embarrassing myself and make a fool out of myself.

"Are you there or...?" he asked. "I am sorry, Sunstreaker..." He raised his hand and silenced me. "I didn't tell you to speak either and please stop apologizing," he snapped. "Y-yeah... of course. Sorry––" he shook my head and sat down. He gave me a look. "I said... shall we do some workouts on the beach?" I smiled and nodded. "Sounds good," I said. "So, what's in your... mystery bag?" he asked. "Just... things I thought I would need," I said. "It's only for a couple of nights but you are packed for three weeks," he said and sat down. "I couldn't choose which bikini so I took all six." Sunstreaker was only able to shake his head, "like... you could make a selection from two. Why six?" he asked. I showed them. "The yellow one."

"That was quickly made," I mocked. Sunstreaker watched me for some time and it made me feel uncomfortable. "What is wrong?" I asked shyly. That intense look he was giving me started to work on my nerves and anxiety. Am I doing something wrong? Sunstreaker got up and sat me down in the chair. "You sit here and don't move anymore, okay?" He asked. I gave a small nod. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked. "You just talk too much and I can't follow the red line anymore. Zip it, chatty." I looked down at the ground. "You are talking the ears off my head," he scowled. I blushed, Sunny changed his clothing into a white tank top and shorts. "Let's go to the beach and do some workouts," he said. I jumped back on my feet. "What kind of exercises are we going to do? Are you going to teach more than the basics––"

"Chatty, zip it." I looked down at the ground again. "I am sorry..." He groaned. "Stop apologizing for primus sake!" he yelled. "so––" I looked away and kept my mouth shut. He started scowling at me. We walked up towards the beach. "Chatty." Sunstreaker snapped his fingers in front of me. "Are you there?" he asked. I nodded, "chatty?" I asked. He hummed. "you talk too much," he said. "Thanks..." I sulked. He nudged my side, "what do you prefer? Pencil or Chatty?" he asked. "Chatty." He tackled me. "Too slow." I jumped back on my feet. "That's not fair, Sunstreaker. We hadn't started yet," I said, placing my hands on my hips. Sunstreaker laughed at me, "You think megatron will wait till you are ready?" He mocked and tackled me again. "Stop tackling me... I swear I will kick you back to Cybertron."

"I dare you to try." I tackled him but he was faster and grabbed me, folding my arms behind my back and kicking my knee joints. I fell on my knees and sighed. "You talk too much, chatty. You can't win a war with talking," he scowled and let go of me. Maybe a stupid action, but I kicked Sunny's legs with enough force to knock him off his feet and straddled him, pinning his arms next his head. "Something like that?" I asked, smirking a little. Sunstreaker groaned, "you are in a very vulnerable position," he said. "I am not. You are the one in a vulnerable position," I said. Sunstreaker bit me, hard enough to draw blood and punched me in the stomach before pinning me down, folding my arms on my back and using all his weight to keep me down. I whimpered in pain. "You have much to learn, Chatty," he whispered near my ear and got off of me. I looked at my arm. "You bit me." Sunny rolled his eyes, "oh please stop whimpering," he snapped and hoisted me up in one single move.

"You bit me. You can't bite people."

Sunstreaker crossed his arms, "why not? I can do whatever I want, even if it means I have to play dirty. It's not about rules, it's about survival and if biting helps you survive, then you just bite," he said. "You weren't in a life threatening situation," I said sulkily. "My ego was," he mocked. I stared blankly at him, "I surprised you?" I asked. "So did I." He walked up to me. "Can you bring me home in one piece? I would really appreciate it if you do," I said. "Maybe..." I let out a scream when he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest. "What are you doing?" His eyes were twinkling with mischief. "Don't get shy on me now, Chatty," he mocked. I didn't want to touch him but on the other hand I did want to touch him. "Am I toxic?" He asked. "What?! N-no. It's just— like..." I trailed off. "You talk more than Jazz does." I looked at the ocean. Sunstreaker released me from his right grip and stepped back,— running his hand through his hair.

That evening we walked back to the hotel. "Chatty... you talk the ears off my head." Sunstreaker glanced at me. "I am sorry... I mean, I am not sorry, because you told me to stop saying sorry, but I am sorry in some way but I am not saying sorry–" he cut me off. "Chatty, can you be quiet for five minutes?" He asked. I looked down at the ground and continued walking towards the hotel. "Shall we swim in the pool tomorrow? Oh, when is your birthday? Do you celebrate it? What is your age...? You're a young mech, right—" he slammed the door of our hotel room shut in my face. I sat back against the wall and waited but doubted he would actually open the door for me any time soon.

((Sunstreaker's P.O.V))
I let the cold water run down my body and shut my eyes for a moment. That silence. It was so nice, just as nice as the cold water cooling my overheated body. Gosh, Paige talks the ears of my head and is driving me crazy but I guess that's what you get when you get when you take Paige. Maybe because she doesn't have many friends and I am her 'Idol' as Optimus described it. I opened my eyes, no one ever saw me as an 'idol' before so I secretly felt a little honored a femme is all over me and not because of my alt-mode. I turned off the water and dressed up. As I opened the door, Paige wasn't there anymore. "Paige?" I stepped in the hallway. Where can she be? I sucked in a breath and grabbed my shoes, pulling them on before I started to search for her. My internal scanners found her soon enough at the pool where she was eating ice cream all alone.

"Paige!"

I marched over to her. "What on earth! Why did you leave," I snapped. "I thought you needed some time alone so... I left you alone and sat here to eat some ice cream," she said. I looked at her and ice in front of her. She wasn't offended, nor angry or sad. I tried to figure out what kind of emotion was connected to this situation but she was darn serious. "You can take a shower now," I said. She quickly finished and got up, walking ahead of me. While she was taking an shower I was waiting for her and heard her sing. I listened to it for a while. Sometimes I wonder what I have gotten myself into. Taking Paige with me while I had actually planned some alone time. She's not rude by any means but she's so energetic and excited. She talks more than Jazz does and is a better spy than Mirage.Although, she doesn't have any bad intentions, it makes her kinda cute. It didn't take long before she was ready to go. She wore jean shorts and a halter crop top with deep V. It looked nice on her, never seen her wear anything else but her N.E.S.T clothing. She told me I have an eye for fashion but so does she. Her hair was long, reaching her lower back. She always had it tied up in a braid or knot. She had done her eyes with eye-liner and mascara. "I have no time to dry my hair..." she said, brushing it. I shifted a little, I had the strange urge to brush it and touch her hair.

She glanced at me. "What?" she asked. "You look really good." A blush spread over her cheeks and she looked away. "Thanks..." she muttered. I got up and walked up to her, having a closer look. "I just–– I have never seen you like this before," I said. she cocked her head to the side. "Like this?" she asked. "Yeah... in clothing like this, with your hair hanging down. Her blue eyes were shining and twinkling with mischief. "Why do you never appear like this?" I asked. "At work?" she scoffed and turned away from me. "Why would I?" she mumbled. "Because you can show people how beautiful you are," I said. "I don't care about my appearance, beauty. It doesn't matter how beautiful someone is from the outside, if the person isn't beautiful from the inside then..." she stopped for a moment and shrugged. I sensed sadness and a hint of anger.

"Shall we?" She asked, putting on her shoes. The twinkling had disappeared from her eyes. I sucked in a breath and nodded. "Yeah, let's go," I said, clearing my throat and walking over to the door. She walked ahead of me and was creepily quiet. "You are okay?" I asked. She smiled and nodded, "why?" she asked. "You are quiet and I feel like something is wrong," I said. "No, I thought you didn't want to talk so much," she said. "That's a bad lie, chatty," I said and nudged her side. A weak smile appeared but still not the smile I wanted to see. "Come on, spill the beans," I stated. She sighed, "I don't see myself as beautiful by any means and hearing what you say makes me shy," she said, looking at me. "But you are... I wouldn't lie to you about that," I said. "I know... it's just... I have had some... issues. I don't like talking about it honestly so..." she trailed off and avoided my eyes. I gave a small nod, "Yeah, sorry."