Paige 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...
"Where are we going, Sunny?" "You'll see, just be patience." "But, you're being si mysterious..." "Chatty, zip it!" "But—"
He shot me a glare and I raised my hands in peace. I sat back and looked outside while he took a few turns until he parked. "Come on." I followed him through the neighborhood. He suddenly stopped and turned, I bumped straight into him. "Here." He handed me some keys. "What's this? What's going on?" I asked confused. "Your new home." He pointed at the home being him. "Wait... what?" He walked up to the door and opened it with a second key. "I bought this house a whole ago because I couldn't cope with humans and I completely changed the interior and all. Not many know about it but, I come here quite often. I had my own house on Cybertron," he added.
"How are you able to afford this?" I asked confused. "It's not a very expensive home for starter and I do get money. I just never spend it on anything and after seven years," he mocked. I looked around the house and had to admit he had decorated it nicely. For a psychopath...
"It's better, huh?"
I smiled and nodded. "I wouldn't have asked you come and live here if I didn't like you that much and I think having a female around would be fun so..." he trailed off and removed his leather jacket. He flopped on the couch and sat back. "Does anyone realize how nicely you decorated it?" I asked. He shook his head, "shall I tell you a secret?" I hummed. "I did it all by myself. Painting the walls, decorating everything. It's probably not what a woman would have chosen, colors are a bit dark but so al I," he said and shrugged. "Honestly, you did an excellent job and I wouldn't change it."
(The house)
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He smiled and gestured to me to come over. I sat beside him in the couch. "You can live here, I don't mind but there a few things I want you to do." I raised a brow, "alright, anything," I said. "I am not good with plants, so you do the backyard, I expect you to cook meals for me, clean the house, do the dishes and the washing. In return you can live here and just— you know make yourself at home," he said. I smiled and nodded. "Sounds like a good deal to me."
"Good."
He got up. "But we can do the grocery together because I want to know what we eat," he said. I gave a small nod. I was very impressed to say at least and he knows. "Oh one more thing, as much as I like myself, draw me all the time it really becomes creepy along with the 500 photos... you like me, I get it. Also, if I am drawing or sketching, don't interrupt me and I am really serious about it, okay? I will ask you politely now but I won't repeat myself twice. I don't want to be disturbed when I am working on my art."
"Alright, I get the point."
Sunstreaker gave a nod and returned in the hall to dump his shoes and jacket. I couldn't get over my shock and surprise. "If you're done looking around, I'll show upstairs," he said. I nodded and got up, "So this is my bedroom..." he said and pointed around. It was nice to say at least. "Next doors is where I draw and paint." He opened the door for me. "You're not allowed to come in here, get it?" he snapped. I nodded rapidly and followed him around. "Sideswipe and I share out bed, like always but you can have this room," he said. It was smaller than his bedroom but perfect. I couldn't ask for more. "Thank you, Sunny." He waved his hand dismissively.
That night, I cooked for the both of us and we ate in silence. "Any news on your father?" He asked. "No, my mom is ghosting my phone calls but I don't feel like going to the hospital either," I muttered. "How can I blame you?" He mocked. "Are you sure he doesn't remember anything?" I asked. Sunstreaker nodded while chewing. "Believe me, he doesn't know a damn thing," he replied as he swallowed. "Honestly, Paige... don't worry so much," he scoffed. Sharing a hotel room with a psychopath is probably a bad idea but now I share a house with him. Although it excites me because I can be with him all day long, it also concerned me a little bit. Sunstreaker is a dangerous psychopath and serial killer. Like he said, he feels like killing me he will.
"How many people do you approximately kill a week?" I asked. "Depends on my mood. If I am angry, I kill but also if I want attention. I love attention and I love how people fear me," he said. "Wait, are you getting scared of me?" He laughed. His laugh sent shivers down my spine. "No, just curious," I replied. "Monthly, I kill approximately 10 to 15 people and if I have a bad month, between 20 and 30," he said. "That's quite a lot," I said. He shrugged, "I killed someone the other day. My needs are satisfied," he purred. I snorted and finished eating.
"I won't kill you for the time being," he mocked and got up. I cleaned the kitchen while Sunny was watching TV in his comfy clothing. "Het, Sunstreaker?" He hummed and looked at me. "I am going to take a shower, alright?" He nodded and turned back towards the TV. "As long as you make me hot chocolate milk later today," he muttered. "I will."
I headed upstairs, took a nice warm shower and dressed up in an oversized hoody and pj pants before heading down. Sunstreaker eyed me for a moment while watching me making him hot chocolate milk. "I like that outfit," he said. I raised a brow while I walked up to him. "Why?" "I think it's... cute? I don't know." He turned back towards the TV and I joined him on the other side of the couch.
