Save my heart (Sunstreaker)

• Chaptet 34. Vegetable

'What are you doing?'

Sunstreaker looked over my shoulder. 'Is that Tinder?' He snitched the phone out of my hand. 'How many guys did you message?' He asked. 'Not that much.' I shrugged. 'There guys in one day?' He snorted and scrolled through the messages. 'Hey beautiful, If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber. This just makes me vomit!' He snapped. 'If I would be in his place, I would've texted that you're hot and sexy, but that's all theoretically of course. I don't date humans and I definitely wouldn't date you.' I snitched my phone back. 'Then stay out of it. If I want to text my vegetable guy, I will.'

'Show me a photo.'

I turned my phone. 'Oh gosh... they call me an alien but what is he? That smile is creepy and that face... did he get knocked over by a truck or something? And he looks small. I bet his spike looks like a baby carrot.' He laughter at his own joke. 'You get it?
Because he's texting you vegetable lines?' I rolled my eyes. 'Yes, Sunstreaker... I am not stupid.'

He snitched the phone out of my hand. 'If you're gonna meet this vegetable guy, I totally want to be there. I will destroy him and make him so uncomfortable about this alien look and his baby carrot spike that he wants to kill himself. I don't even have to do.' I snitched my phone back. 'You're mean and sadistic!' I marched out of the kitchen. 'No I am not! Come on, Paige! This guy? You're better than that! Believe me! You want to have a real guy. Someone who can pick you up and frag you in the shower stall without breaking legs.'

I turned. 'Are you calling me fat?' I snapped. 'No, absolutely not. God No, you're a skeleton. I don't even understand how you're able to keep walking with this boney legs of yours. No, but that guy needs more muscle. Like me.' He rubbed his over chest and abs before taking off his shirt. 'You see these? That are muscles I am talking about. This eight-pack.' He rubbed over it before approaching and grabbed my hand. 'You feel that.'

'And I don't have a baby carrot, I have a nice cucumber.'

'I hope not. If your cucumber is 8 inch long, then I feel bad for the girl laying underneath you. I rather have the carrot then.' I waved him off. 'And can you stop making jokes about vegetables and body parts? I liked cucumber but now I all I think about seeing a cucumber is your guy down there.' I sat down in the couch. He flopped beside me. 'Well... with a baby carrot comes two peas and I have tomat—' I hit him. 'Shut up! I am serious about it! Don't destroy my love for vegetables,' I snapped. 'Just sayin'...' he shrugged. 'I didn't ask for your damn opinion,' I scolded.

'Look at my body.' He turned my chin. 'You see all of this? Now look at the vegetable alien. I bet he's driving a Toyota. Do you want to be seen an ugly, dirt and smelly Toyota or sports car?' I rolled my eyes. 'I will go on a date with the vegetable guy and I am not a gold digger, I don't need fancy stuff.' He snorted. 'Whatever.' He sat back. 'Maybe the vegetable guy is the love of my life.' I got up. 'Yeah, I bet... don't make me puke.' He got up and reached for his shirt on the kitchen counter. 'Well, it's your call... I don't care, but don't crying when you're called slut.' I snorted and rolled my eyes. 'Stupid mech.' I walked upstairs. That mech invented jealously. I couldn't believe it, but it was also very amusing at the same time.

That's evening we were eating in silence. He cooked me a fancy dish with beef and baby carrots. He glanced at me. 'You want some baby carrots?' He shove the bowl my way. 'They're small, huh?' I shot him a glare. He then got up and returned with a cucumber. 'Here, you said you liked it.' I slumbed back. 'There's a big difference in size, huh.'
'If you meet a guy, think about it if you want the cucumber or the carrot.' I popped some food in my mouth. I pushed the cucumber his way. 'Stick it in your ass!' I snapped. 'Mine... or yours?' He asked slowly, smirking. I got up with my plate and headed upstairs, slamming the door shut.

He came to visit me 2 hours later. 'I'll stop with the vegetable jokes,' he said, raising his hands. 'Thank you.' I rolled my eyes before focusing back on my book. Sunstreaker kept standing at the door. 'Something you need?' I muttered. He approached and sat on the edge. His strong perfume filled my nose. 'Are you going somewhere?'

'No, why?'

'Because of the perfume,' I replied. 'Oh, it's new. You like it...?'
I perched my head up. 'I gave a date with the vegetable guy, tomorrow.' Sunstreaker shifted. 'Oh, really?' I nodded before looking back at my book. He glared his throat. 'Well, I look after you, so... come with you,' he said. 'Oh, no... you're not.'
'Its not really a question. You still have a target on your back.'
I snorted. 'You stay out of this.' He didn't reply. 'I am serious!' I snapped. 'So am I!' We glared at each other. 'Stupid slut,' he snapped and got up. 'I don't know if I should be insulted. You fell in love with me and then you get a downgrade. In many aspects,' he snapped. I hummed and ignored his angry statements. 'You're going to take me along or I swear...' I gazed at him again. 'You don't even have a car. You need to take me,' he snapped.

I snorted. 'You take my alt-mode. You can drive it, fine whatever but you take me along!' He snapped before turning around and slamming the door shut. I laughed devilishly. That mech has some serious issues but I loved every minute of teasing him.