Save my heart (Sunstreaker)

* Chapter 11. Nervous *

I was waiting in the hangar. Sunstreaker looked at me. "You are always on time, huh?" he asked. "Most of the time," I said. He gestured to me to follow him and opened his trunk. He grabbed my backpack. "Go sit," he said. "In your alt-mode?" He gave me a look. "No, on my hood. Yes, in my alt-mode," he snapped. I raised my hands in peace and walked over to the passenger side. I hopped in and buckled up. His interior smelled like a new car. It smelled delicious. Everything was spotless and shiny. His leather seats were so soft and deep black. I didn't even want to touch his seatbelt. Sunstreaker hopped in as well and looked at me. "Why that face? Never seen a Lamborghini?" he scoffed. "I have... it's just... it even smells new." He shrugged and started his engine. "You're just luckily I don't hate you as much as I hate the other humans," he scoffed. I smiled a little. "Tell me something..."

I glanced at him. "Why on earth are you so obsessed with me?" he asked. "I am not obsessed with you," I said. "You have my alt-mode as your background." He pointed at my phone. "Yeah, because it's a pretty car," I said. "When did you take the picture?" he asked. "You were in recharge... I just snapped a quick photo," I said. He hummed, "it's a good photo, isn't it?" I asked. "It is... it's a good angle," he said. "I know.... I am good at taking photos," I said. "You got more pictures of me?" he asked. "No..." I snorted. He gave me a look. "A few..." I said, blushing. "How much is a few?" he asked. "Five..." I trailed off, glancing at him. Sunstreaker studied me for a moment. "Five? You have five photo's of me?" he asked. "Something like that..." I said. He parked his alt-mode next to the plane. "When do we arrive?" I asked and hopped out. "We are not going to change the subject that easily, Paige," Sunstreaker said as he got out as well and looked at me. "I want to see the photos and decide for myself if they're good enough," he snapped. I raised my hands in peace.

Twenty minutes later, we were in the air and Sunstreaker finally found peace. He sat next to me and snitched my phone out of my hands. "Hey, Sunstreaker–" He glared at me. "Just wait... let me show them to you," I said. "Why can't I look for them myself? What are you hiding? Porn?" he asked. "No! No... Sunstreaker! Pervert," I slapped his arm. "Then what are you hiding from me?" he snapped. "Look... okay maybe I have a few more photos of you than just five," I said. "Okay, I want to see them anyway," he sulked and scrolwed through my phone. "Five hundred?!" I flinched and glanced at him. "You got over five hundred photos of me?" he asked. "I forgot to mention the hundred?" I asked sheepishly. "Five hundred?!" he yelled again. "I don't even have that many photos of myself," he scowled. "No?" he glared at me. "I'll delete them."

He sighed and scrowled through my phone. "I haven't even noticed it..." he muttered under his breath. "Are there more things I should know?" he asked. "No..." I muttered. He nudged my side and shot me a glare. "No, no..." Sunstreaker pointed his knife at me. "Is this all?" he snapped. "I know a lot about you..." He raised a brow. "As in...?" he asked. "What you love to eat, what you love to drink, where you buy your clothing, your favorite restaurant, where you love to wash your alt-mode, where you love to race, which human you hate the most, your fashion style, your passion for art, your signature move, how many people you have killed and tortured, that you have a twin brother, Sideswipe, your favorite jacket, favorite snack, your daily routine, when you have patrols, your favorite shampoo, that you prefer a bath above the shower, favorite TV shows and series, mostly killing or crime related, even your favorite toilet at the base."

Sunstreaker rubbed his forehead. "And your comm number..." I added quietly. Sunstreaker glanced at me, his face was priceless. A mixture of disbelief, anger and freaking out. "I think Mirage would be jealous, why don't you start working for him?" he scoffed. "Why?" His icy blue eyes drilled through my eyes. "Because I am interested in you... not your alt-mode." He glanced at his alt-mode for a few seconds. "The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to know everything about you," I said. "Is there something you don't know?" he asked. "Yeah, personal stuff like sex and love life, childhood, medical stuff... that type of thing. I am just interested in things you love to do and what you hate, that's all," I said. "You are by far the strangest human I have met but... I have to admit that you're good at stalking and spying," he said. "Don't mention it like that... I was only observing," I said. "Stalking," he snapped. I raised my hands in peace. "Being invincible has benefits."

He looked at me again. "I never broke your privacy though." He held up my phone. "Five hundred times to be exact," he said. I giggled and took my phone back. "I'll delete them." He shook his head, "if it makes you happy... keep them," he sighed and waved his hand. "Besides... I had to show my mom." Sunstreaker cocked his head to the side. "I can't talk to anyone about you... except Ratchet and my mother."

"Ratchet?" he asked, confused. "Oh, I am a VIP patient. I always crash in his office when I need a talk or something medically." He hummed and brushed some strands from my face. "Are you mad? I get it if you are... my mom told me to stop–" he covered my mouth. "Just be quiet before you embarrass yourself even more," he said. I looked down at my lap and fiddled with the sleeve of my jacket. "You are really good at making fun of yourself, huh?" he asked. I sighed and gave a small nod. "Yeah... I am," I mumbled. "Why did you decide to do this with me?" I asked. "One, I was about to fly to Florida anyway and two... I think I kinda hurt your feelings last time when you asked me," he said.

"At first I was a little skeptical because so many girls have asked me to events like that, so that's why I hesitated but when you walked off and didn't asked me to hitch a ride or whatever, I started thinking that you might looked further than my alt-mode," he said and pointed at his alt-mode. "Especially when you rejected that human male... Ben? Isn't it?" he asked. I raised a brow, "who's the stalker now,"  I mocked. "I was on a patrol, I wanted to know where you lived so that's why I was there. You're just your awkward self... but it makes you cute at the same time. Females always try to be perfect around me and you're just yourself, I appreciate that and the photos..." he held up my phone. "Let's forget about that." He handed me my phone back. His hand grabbed mine for a moment, which made me blush madly. "Anyway..." he got up and cleared his throat. "Don't bother me, I need a nap," he said and walked off towards his alt-mode. I smiled a little, I think my mom was wrong about him.