(Bumblebee x Black! Reader)
A Storyteller.
That's what Y/n always seemed to be, whether it was the piles of notebooks or the simple fact her flash drive compacted all the stories her grandfather ever told.
"Hero's always have their stories to tell...
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'You're a natural at astronomy. If you weren't so obsessed with robots You would've been an astronaut,' - Nana
4
The stars were more comforting to look at. After a long day at school of being ostracized and looked down upon it was nice to talk to them. Sometimes she'd pretend the north and south star were her parents watching over her. (Y/n)'s mother was better at finding constellations than she was.
"Do you see it (N/n)?," Her mother pointed to the right, holding her daughter tightly on the roof as they both gazed at the midnight sky, "That's Orion! The hunter, it's your fathers favorite!"
It's unfortunate, the night sky was all she could remember the most about her parents. She'd get flashes of memories of her first telescope gifted by her father, to her first large blue bear gifted from her mother. Both of the gifts are on the high shelf in her room-they aren't meant to be touched.
The girl shifted a bit, the autumn air got to the roof's shillings making it a bit hard to stay warm. She didn't mind the cold, rather she minded chapped lips and dry skin. In her mind the cold was a lot better than to get too hot.
(Y/n) sighed closing the math journal of tonight's homework. Sam no doubt probably didn't even finish, he spends most of his time with Miles in his room playing video games and talking about girls. She at first encouraged Sam to have a new friend-that was until she realized how disrespectful his new friend truly was.
So for now she focused on herself, her dreams, her plan-the family business with a new location in her name. It's so simple, but her heart couldn't help but want more. There were nights like these where she questioned her existence. She really couldn't see her purpose at the moment.
Sure she excelled in all her classes, had a small loving family, and was better off than most kids in regards to money and standing. (Y/n) felt horrible for thinking these things of wanting more out of life than the life she was proceeding. The minority sometimes didn't even have the options she did and here she was complaining about wanting something new. Yet her five year old self was screaming to concur the moon, to taste endless stardust and release in adventure to fill her raging appetite.
A loud slam of the door drew the girl's attention to the yard, before her stood her stressed grandmother. Poor Nana was probably thinking she was going to jump, but knew better. (Y/n) showed no suicidal tendencies, but they did have her going to a therapist to regulate her emotions.
"(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)! What are you doin up on that damn roof?!" Her Grandmother scolded, "You're not allowed up there without supervision! One day you're going to fall off and I'll make sure to tell everyone at your funeral about how you didn't follow directions."
