Dirty Dancing (OptiRatch AU)

Chapter 1

Yes, I'm having everyone call Ratchet "Baby" because it makes more sense than everyone calling him something else related to Transformers. Plus, I think it just sounds more better than "Sunshine" (I was thinking of putting it in but decided not to.)

Lisa is older than Baby, but it just makes more sense to put Hot Rod instead of Bumblebee for MAAAANY reasons. In the movie Lisa and Billy dance together in the most romantic way and it makes sense!!! Hot Rod will be younger though because in the movie they don't specify the age of Lisa in the movie.
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The radio played music, then a man's voice soon came out of it. They then played another song, a classic. "Big Girls Don't Cry"

Ratchet silently read a book from the backseat of the car with his brother, Hot Rod.

That was the summer of 1963, when everybody called me Baby and it didn't occurr to me to mind.

Hot Rod used a comb and a mirror brush his hair, seeing if the do was good. The song echoed through the car as it kept moving.

That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beetles came, when I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corp.

He wrapped his arms around his father from behind to embrace him. And I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my dad.

The passed by the sign that said what summer villa they were going to. 'Kellermans.' It was big and full of people, cars, workers, etc. It was beautiful. A wonderful place where people with money can spend the summer in. The pulled into the entrance and parked. Ratchet and Hot Rod both got out of the car.

There was a man holding a megaphone on the field telling everyone of the activities and what attractions there were over there. "Oh my God." Hot Rod gasped as he stared at a hot boy from a distance. "Look at that! Ma, I should have brought those coral shoes, you said they were taking too much." Their mother looked over at the boy and shrugged. "Well, Sweetheart, you brought 10 pairs."

"But those coral shoes matched that shirt!" Hot Rod said with a pleading voice. He was hopeless. Their father got out of the car, saying, "This is not a tragedy. A tragedy is three men trapped in mine or police dogs used in Birmingham." Their father was right, Ratchet butt in, "Monks burning themselves in protests."

Hot Rod rolled his eyes. "Butt out, Baby." Hot Rod said, annoyed that his big brother forced himself in his problems. The man with the megaphone named off the activities starting soon and then made a joke. Ratchet laughed, but soon turned her attention to a man in a suit coming up to their family.

"Doc!"

"Sidewire."

They shook hands. "Well, Doc, after all these years I finally got you up on my mountain." Sidewire said. Their father laughed. "How's the blood pressure, Sidewire?"

"I want you boys to know, if it weren't for this man, I would be standing here dead." Sidewire said as he looked at the two young-adults. After a few seconds of silence Sidewire turned to the man next to him. "Ultra Magnus, get the bags." The man next to him quickly walked over to the back of the car. "Right away, Sir."

"I kept the best cabin for you and your handsome boys." The older man said nicely. Ratchet went to the back of the car with Ultra Magnus to grab his bags. As the light blue haired man opened the trunk the two reached in for the bags inside. "Hey, thanks. You want a job here?" He asked jokingly. Ratchet smiled.

"There's a merengue class in the gazebo in the next few minutes. The greatest teacher there is." Sidewire told their parents. "It's his first real vacation in six years, Sidewire. Take it easy." Their mother said to the man. "Three weeks here will make it feel the a year." Sidewire said as he stared at their father.

Ratchet overheard this and dreaded taking those merengue classes.
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"One, two, three, four, stomp those feet and stomp some more!" The teacher yelled in a energetic voice. Everyone stepped to the side as they tried following along with the lady. "One, two, three, four, listen to the music!"

Ratchet was trying to keep up. But he ended up stepping on a poor old man's foot. "Sorry." He apologized quickly as the man turned around. "One, two, three, four, trot your caboose and let loose."

Everyone continued following her movements as she enthusiastically danced side to side along with the other vacationers. "Stomp those grapes!" She yelled.

She then got all the men and women to form a sort of conga line. The men outside the smaller circle of women as they danced around. Ratchet had a face of dread. He didn't like this one bit. But he couldn't leave, especially when his family was there. His mother, father, and brother were enjoying it. So he just danced along with everyone. Even if it was uncomfortable.

"Awww, come on, ladies, God didn't give you maracas if he didn't want you to shake them!" She jokingly shook her chest area as her tits bounced around. Boy, that sounded embarrassing, even if Ratchet was a guy, he felt embarrassed. "Okay, ladies, when I say stop I want you to find the man of your dreams!"

Ratchet didn't like the sound of that. Ratchet went to grab his father but the dance teacher already had him dancing with her. He ended up dancing with an old lady, he didn't mind it, just felt strange.

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Once it reached almost night, Ratchet left his and his family's cabin. He wanted to explore, find something to do. "Mom, Dad, I'm going up to the main house to look around." He told his parents. He then left to the main building. As he walked outside from the porch of the main house he then heard voices.

"I shouldn't have to remind you that this is a family place. That means you have to keep your fingers out of the water, your hair out of the soup, and show the Goddamn daughters a good time." It was Sidewire lecturing the waiters. "All the daughters. Even the dogs." He clarified.

He continued the lecture. "Romance them anyway you want."

He was then cut off by a man entering the room. He had sunglasses on and his leather jacket on his shoulder. "Got that guys?" He asked. "Hey, hold it!" Sidewire stopped the man and his friends. "Hold it." They stopped and looked at him. "Well, if it isn't the entertainment staff." Sidewire's tone changed. Guess he didn't like them.

The man with sunglasses got closer and crossed his arms. Unamused by the man. "Listen, Wiseass, you have your own rules. Dance with the daughters, teach them the mambo, the cha cha, anything they pay for. That's it. That's where it ends."

The man with the sunglasses looked down, probably rolling eyes eyes or something. "No funny business, no conversations, and KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF!!" Sidewire seemed to single out the sunglasses man. He then walked away from them.

"It's always the same in these places." One of the men that were part of the entertainment staff said. "Some ass in the woods, but no conversation."

"Watch it, Raggedyass." Sidewire said angrily. "Think you can keep that straight, Optimus? Can keep your hands off them?" One of the waiters snarked. The man in the sunglasses walked up to him, upset, most definitely. "Just put your pickle on everybody's plate, College Boy, and leave the hard stuff to me." The sunglasses man said, he was definitely upset. Optimus knocked the silverware off the table and left.

Ratchet felt that he had enough and slowly walked away so he wouldn't be caught.

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I think I'm gonna leave the dinner part for next chapter. This chapter has already a lot of words in it. Plus I think this is a good first chapter. Please watch Dirty Dancing if you haven't.

-Sam

Note: I edited a couple of words after seeing the movie with subs (and the actual script just to make sure.)