...About a month later..

..Topslyvania, Ohio...

"IVVVYYYYY!" A rather 'wanna be' friend of mine shouts.

I am dangling halfway up a building with a spray can; go figure.

"WHAAAAAAT?" I shout back.

"Hi!" Christy shouts.

"Damn it Christy," I said, shaking the spray can. "I am busy!"

"I am bored!" Christy shouts back.

"Then get a hobby," I said.

"Throwing rocks at myself is not  hobby," Christy said.

"You can't throw rocks at yourself," I said.

"Yes,you can," Christy argues back.

I glare down towards Christy.

"What the hell is up with you?" I ask,

"Nuthing," Christy said.

"I believe there is no such word as  'nuthing'," I said. "You are a teenager, not a kid anymore!"

"Technically we are still kids since our brain is still developing," Christy said.

I roll an eye.

"You are a annoying," I said.

"I know," Christy said.

"Go hang out with your cool friends," I said.

"I don't have cool friends," Christy said.

"Come on, you are kidding," I said, struggling to believe her words.

"No, I am afraid not," Christy said.

"Oh really?" I ask.

"You are the only dragon shape shifter I know of," Christy said.

"Lieee!" I said.

"So not," Christy said.

"Go find your brother," I said, glaring down towards Christy.

Cristy is a sixteen year old girl with all the looks. She has blonde curly hair, blue head band, blue eyes, black shirt, blue skirt, black leggings, and black matching boots on. Her shirt has white sparkles around a diamond shaped emblem set in the middle. Christy plays with her boots on the dirt ever so shyly. Christy's last name is Bloomington.

"I...I...I...I lost my brother a few months ago," Christy said, sniffling.

"Uh wrong," I said, I roll an eye. "Wipe your crocodile tears away," I turn back towards the wall and click on the lid.  "I have fallen for that way too many times."

I hear a loud gasp escape Christy.

"Ivvvyyyy," Christy draws on.  "There is a tank on the roof!"

"Grow up, Christy!" I shout back.

"No, how about you grow up!" Came a German voice.

I frown looking up.

"Put a fork in it!" I toss a fork up at the German robot.

The German robot staggers back.

"My optic!" The German bot weeps, covering his right optic.

I unbuckle the hoist landing on the ground, safely. Normally I do not use my wings to fly in the early hours of nightfall because I feel uncomfortable flying exposed to the entire world that lays around me. Turning into a dragon like mode then using it in combat, well, is another story. I can always go back and retrieve the hoist. The gigantic tank like robot crashes behind me. I take Christy's hand then run quickly down the street.

"Is that Blitzwing from the news?" Christy panics.

"I don't know who Blitzwing is!" I said. "But by the way he approached me; not really much of a Autobot."

"Okay then he MUST be Blitzwing!" Christy assumes.

"Not all Autobots are friendly!" Blitzwing said.

"Eat a orange, Blitzwing!" I shout back.

Now how to get Blitzwing off my tail?