"What happened!"
My mom rushed over to me. Her yell startled and caused me to drop my keys. "What happened?!" She yelled again. "Stop yelling," I sulked. "You're not going to the base anymore," she said and walked off. "Mom! You can't do that to me! I can make my own choices—" she cut me off. "I don't want to see you die! I already lost you once. If you want to make me proud, you'll stop that stupid program and go to Harvard like your father and I want you to do! We never asked you to sign up for this," she spat out. I violently brushed some tears off my face. "I love what I do, I love the program and I have friends at the base," I mumbled. "Fitness? They rather beat you up. I am done with it. You're going to stop working at the base and you'll going to tell Lennox tomorrow or I'll do it myself."
"Mom, don't do this to me! This job means the world to me," I sobbed and tugged in her arm. "Please listen..." she crossed her arms and stared at me with that iron look that moms are good at giving.
"It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention to what was going on around me. Please just–, this job is so important to me," I whispered. She shook her head, "I am not going to watch you die," she snapped. "That won't happen, I promise, it won't happen." I blocked her way. "Nothing will happen to me... I got shot, yes but it was my own stupid fault and... it's not that bad, okay? It looks bad but I have no pain and I feel fine." She stared at me for several seconds. "No, quite working at the base. Fix it tomorrow or I will call Lennox myself," she snapped and pushed me aside.
She's not bluffing. My mom will visit the base if she has too. I showered and dressed up in my comfy clothes. I was surprised to see my father walking in. I haven't seen him for some time and he didn't want to talk to me. "You got shot?" he asked. "It's nothing," I said, looking away. "I expect you to listen to your mother, Paige. This has lasted long enough, you're going to Harvard," he stated. "But dad... I want to work for N.E.S.T... why can't I choose myself?" I asked. He stared at me with his arms crossed. "Why can't I never make you proud?" I whispered. "If it was up to me... you wouldn't even be born. You know you were a mistake," he said. I felt some tears in my eyes and looked down at my lap, fiddling with the sleeves of my jacket. "If you don't listen, you should probably find a house for your own," he said. I snapped my head up, "I don't have the money to buy or rent a house... dad, you can't kick me out of the house," I said, getting up.
"Than listen to your mother, stop working at the base and go to Harvard," he snapped. "Okay... fine," I murmured and looked at my father again. "Good," he snapped and turned around, leaving. I had tears running down my face and started to consider my options. Am I really going to leave my job? Give up my dream to enter law school at Harvard? I slid off my bed and grabbed my computer, searching the internet to find a home that fit within my budget. With the money I made the last few weeks, I don't have enough money to actually buy or rent a house.
I rubbed my face and sucked in a breath. I was so tired of being in this position. Maybe I should just make my own plans for the future, without my parents if they don't want to support me. I googled a few more and eventually came across a small studio apartment within my budget. I called the number and the woman told me I could pass by tomorrow. I was relieved to know that I could afford a small studio apartment, it's not much but at least something until I have enough money to buy a bigger apartment or rent a house.
The next morning, I had called Lennox to tell him I was later today. Ratchet didn't allow me to train anyway with my injured shoulder. The woman showed me the small studio apartment and we came to an agreement. I was super excited about renting my first ever studio apartment. Despite my excitement, I felt sad. Sad because I had to rent this home only because my father didn't approve my choice of job and neither did my mom.
I arrived at the base an hour later at the base. "Paige, c'mere." Sunstreaker gestured to me to come over. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Look, about the day prior... I am sorry," he said. I raised a brow at his sudden apology. Sunstreaker doesn't apology to anyone. "Oh, uhm... it's okay," I mumbled. "I would like you to meet someone," he said and gestured to me to follow him. In the Autobot hanger, I found a new Autobot. A Chevrolet Corvette Stingray 2009 was parked in the middle and the same teen as the other day was leaning against the car.
"This is my brother, Sideswipe."
The mech smiled at me, "Nice to meet you..." he smirked. I looked back at Sunstreaker. I always get myself in this kind of situations. I told Sideswipe everything the other day, about my feelings towards his brother and that's even more awkward. "You are creepily quiet." Sunstreaker raised his brow. "We met the day prior... she was upset and I comforted her a little bit," Sideswipe said. "Yeah, but it wasn't official... like now. I forgot to ask his name... I didn't know what I do wrong the other day. I just don't understand and I know you said sorry but I am confused–" Sunstreaker raised his hand. "Quiet chatty." I looked down at the ground.
"So, this is Chatty but apparently you already met her," Sunstreaker snapped at his brother. "Yeah, I did," Sideswipe replied cooly, crossing his arms. "Why on earth haven't you said a damn thing?" Sunstreaker snapped. "Why would I? You weren't in a very good mood the other day... so cranky so I decided to let it be," Sideswipe explained. "You said sorry to Chatty?" he asked. Sunstreaker gave his brother a look. "I don't need you to tell me what do, Sideswipe," he snapped. "You did it or not?" he asked. Sunstreaker gave a small nod. "I feel awkward being here while you guys are having an argument, can I leave?"
"Yeah, go."
I gave a small nod and excused myself. I mentally scowled at myself for being such a moron. Why did I tell Sideswipe everything what bothered me and all my feelings towards his brother? He probably loved to hear all that and is going to tell his twin so he can hate me. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I completely missed the pillar and bumped into it. With a loud thud, I collapsed on the ground, groaning while my forehead started to swell and my nose bleed.
"Are you okay?" The twins hovered over me. "Yeah, I feel awesome," I sulked sarcastically. "How could you have missed that pillar? Not the first time here," Sunstreaker said as he hoisted me up. "A lot on my mind lately," I sighed and got up. "Yeah? Like what?" Sunstreaker scoffed. "Oh, just some... issues with my dad, nothing special. Anyway, I gotta go and find Ratchet for some pain killers," I said and quickly walked off
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Save my heart (Sunstreaker)
FanfictionPaige is 18 years old and socially awkward. She has always dreamed off joining the military, it motivated her to start working at N.E.S.T. While her parents are on the verge of divorcing, Paige finds her peace in art and wants nothing more than to s...