*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.*

My bedroom was dark. The clock on the bedside table read 6:00 AM. This past week had been fairly eventful but now it was time for me to go back to hell, also known as school. I didn't even know why my parents and Ratchet were making me go back today. .it was Friday.

With no motivation to get out of bed, I just laid there and stared at my wall. It wasn't until minutes later that I heard my bedroom door open. I looked over to see Ron walking in. He switched the light on and I groaned before hiding underneath the covers.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled into my pillow.

Suddenly the comforter was ripped away from my body. I glared at Ron who was smirking at me. I made a move to retrieve my comforter but Ron grabbed my hand before I could. I instantly felt butterflies in my stomach.

"Get up, kid."

I gave him a look. "You know, I'm about sick of you calling me kid," I teased.

He smirked before carefully pulling me out of bed and holding me to his body. I wrapped my free arm around his waist and smiled. It had been over a week since our little moment outside and though I had seen him every day since then, I missed him quite a lot.

"But, you are a kid."

I raised a brow. "That's weird considering the way you're holding me right now. You shouldn't hold kids this way. It's very inappropriate," I laughed.

He shook his head at me before planting a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Why the sudden display of affection? What about the complications?" I asked.

"Would you believe me if I said I missed you?"

I laughed. "Even though you see me everyday?"

"You know what I mean, Lea." He hugged me tightly and I smiled before hugging him back. He released me and looked at me. "You need to get ready for school," he told me seriously.

I rolled my eyes and he moved to walk out of my room. I frowned. "You can't just leave me like that," I said.

"Like what?"

I gave him a dumb look before I smiled. He smiled when he realized what I was talking about but he shook his head causing me to frown again. Damn complications. .

"Just one. Pretty please?"

He sighed before walking back over to me. I smiled and he took my face in both of his hands before planting a soft kiss on my lips.

"Is that what you wanted?" he asked me with a smile. I nodded. "Get ready, kid," he said as he quickly walked out of my bedroom door.

"I'm not a kid," I grumbled. I could hear his laugh down the hallway.

I limped over to my closet and picked out an outfit: a navy blue and white tank top, a light wash jean jacket, black jeans and a pair of grey wedged sneakers. After I gathered up my things, I carefully walked across the hall and into the bathroom to shower.

Once I was finished with my shower I did my make up and hair. That process took me about forty five minutes. I finally put on my clothes and my shoes before limping back over to my room. I grabbed my slightly heavy school bag and draped it over my shoulder before grabbing my crutches. My knee was nearly healed but I still couldn't walk very well. Ratchet had insisted I continue to use them until I gained the mobility in my knee back.

I used the railing to help guide myself down the stairs. If I had used my crutches, I most likely would've fallen and possibly would've injured myself much more than I needed to.

Finally, I came to the kitchen where I was surprised to see that only Ron sat at the table. I squinted my eyes at the nearly empty room and walked over to get an apple before sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Where are my parents at?" I asked him.

He laughed at my disgruntled expression.

"They left. Your father was called down to the base earlier this morning and your mom went in to work early so she could drop him and Annabelle off. He left me in charge of taking care of your bratty teenage self," he explained to me.

I frowned. "They didn't even say goodbye. That's so rude. And I'm only bratty when necessary," I whined. He chuckled. "Are you taking me to school?" I asked.

He nodded.

"In the truck?"

He nodded again and I groaned.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nope. Just weird," I answered him.

I may have wanted to meet Ironhide, but the thought of being inside his cabin felt weird to me considering it was a living creature. I had been in it a few times before, but I had no clue that I was riding inside the cabin of an alien robot.

"Why is it weird?" he asked me.

I pursed my lips. "He's an alien. Like, does he appreciate humans being inside him all the time?"

Ron smiled. "I'm sure he won't mind. He's never minded before."

"Did he tell you that?" I pressed.

"You just need to calm down. It'll be fine, I promise."

I groaned and laid my head down on the table. "This is all still so weird to me," I grumbled.

"I know, but it'll be okay."

I sat my head up and looked at Ron. "I've been thinking," I stated.

He raised a brow. "About what?"

I sighed. "What if he doesn't like me?"

He gave me a look. "Who?"

"Ironhide. I know that he's been sitting in the driveway for ages, observing our lives and what not and I've only talked to him like twice but that was just me being weird because at the time I didn't know what he was, so I've never talked to him before and just like, when I do actually meet him face to face, what if he doesn't like me?" I babbled.

"Are you insane?"

"What?" I inquired.

He chuckled. "I assure you that he will love you, trust me. You need to calm down, little girl. Everything is going to fine," he told me.

I sighed but calmed myself down. There was no need to worry about it in the first place. Why was I stressing out over an alien?

"So, it's little girl now, huh?" I baited.

He laughed. "Do you prefer kid?"

I shook my head and laughed. "Nope. I said nothing concerning the matter."

I looked at the clock on the kitchen stove and stood up, nearly falling over when I did. I cursed under my breath and held onto my chair. Ron came over to stand beside me and I stood up. The shoes made me slightly taller and I smiled at that. Instead of standing just below Ron's shoulder, I was now at his nose. He seemed to notice this and looked down at my feet before looking me in the eye.

"I really don't think you should wear those shoes," he told me.

"Why's that?"

"Well, for one you just nearly collapsed, two I don't want your father, your mother, or even myself to have to come get you from school because you've injured yourself yet again, and lastly you're too tall for my liking," he explained.

I pouted and sat back down.

"Well, if you so please to do so, you're welcome to go up to my room and fetch me a pair of shoes because I'm not walking upstairs again," I laughed.

He rolled his eyes before heading out of the kitchen. I could hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs and then as he walked to my room. I waited for about two minutes before Ron came running down the stairs and back into the kitchen. In his hands were my grey ankle boots.

I expected him to hand them to me so I could put them on, but instead he knelt down in front of me and began to remove my shoes from my feet. He revealed my Hannah Montana socks and looked up at me with a raised brow.

"How old are you again?" he teased.

"Shut up," I mumbled.

He laughed. "Whatever, kid."

I shook my head and watched as he put on my shoes. He zipped them up before standing up in front of me. He held out a hand to me and I took it. He slowly pulled me up and I smiled at him.

"That's much better," he said.

"Thank you," I told him.

He smiled. "You're welcome. Now get your stuff or you're going to be late," he instructed. I grabbed my bag from the floor, but before I could put it on, Ron grabbed it from me. "Grab your crutches," he told me.

I did as he said and placed them under my arms. I grimaced uncomfortably. Ron just laughed and started walking out of the kitchen and out the front door. I followed behind him slowly and soon enough made it out the front door. I groaned when I realized I had about another thirty feet to the truck.

"Fuck this," I exclaimed as I removed my crutches from under my arms.

I held them in my left hand and hopped on my right leg over to the vehicle. Ron was watching me with an amused expression. I finally managed to make it to the passenger's side. The door was already open and Ron was leaning against the side of the truck. .or Ironhide. I sighed in relief and stood up straight.

"Up you get," Ron said.

I looked into the interior of Ironhide's cabin and pursed my lips. On the inside I was still freaking out. This was still so strange to me. I tried to make up an excuse as to why I couldn't ride in the truck.

"Sorry. It's too high and I have a jankified knee. I'll just crutch my way to school," I said.

Ron rolled his eyes and before I knew it I was being lifted. Ron placed me into the passenger's seat of the truck before heading over to the driver's seat, the truck starting before he could even sit down. I laughed when I thought of something.

"What's funny?" Ron asked me.

I laughed again.

"A few weeks ago I said something about how I wished the truck could just drive itself and then my life would be made. It's pretty weird how ironic that statement is now," I told him.

The seatbelt tightened around me and I tensed up ever so slightly. I was going to go crazy.

Ron laughed at me. "Are you okay?" he asked me.

"I'm just fine," I answered him as I looked out the windshield.

Hopefully sooner or later this whole situation stopped being weird to me. .

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