With All My Heart → Transformers

Dinner Plans

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The feeling of the bulky metal against my skin was exhilarating, much like it normally was. I never grew tired of shooting, and I never would. Not even a broken wrist could keep me from doing it. Ratchet suggested that I keep away from the firearms while I was healing, as did my parents, but I didn't listen to them. I only had a few more days until this stupid cast was off anyway. It shouldn't matter.

I fired the handgun four times. Each bullet hit the bullseye just as I had hoped they would. I smiled in content and sat the gun down before taking off my goggles and sitting them down beside it.

"Wow, I never expected you to be that good," Nate teased. All I could do was smile in response.

He and I were in the indoor shooting range I had at the back of my house. We'd been in here for about half an hour now, but I didn't mind it. Spending my week at school with him was nice, but spending my Saturday with him like this was even nicer. We both loved doing this and the fact that I could share this with him actually meant a lot to me.

"Your turn, hotshot. Show me what you got."

He smirked and picked up his gun and goggles. Before long he was shooting at the target. He shot the gun seven times and every last one of them hit the bullseye. I gaped at him. The only reason I could hit the bullseye every time was because of my Cybertronian features, but he was all human. My mom couldn't even do that when she was younger, or so she's told me.

"What the hell, Nate?" I exclaimed.

"Something wrong, Kaelyn?" he chuckled. He took off his goggles and say them down beside his gun.

"You're a special kind of human. My mom couldn't even do that at our age," I told him.

He laughed. "I do this every single day! I know more about shooting and guns than I know about Abraham Lincoln, and that's saying something because I am absolutely obsessed with that guy."

I raised a brow. "Obsessed with a two hundred and twenty year old dead President? Yeah, that's not weird at all."

He smiled. "We all have our strange obsessions, Kaelyn."

"Yeah, and mine happens to be chicken nuggets," I baited as I grabbed my gear. He followed shortly behind me.

"That's not strange," he laughed as he followed me into the equipment closet.

"There are different definitions for everything, Nathan. Need I recite them to you?" I threatened with a smirk.

He placed his gear back where he got it from and turned around to face me. He grabbed a hold of my wrist and pulled me to him, wasting not time at all in wrapping an arm around my waist. All I could do was let out a small squeal at the contact.

"You know, I would really enjoy listening to it, but I would much rather kiss you," he told me, his voice now an octave lower.

I blinked in surprise. This was a very unexpected turn of events, but I couldn't say I didn't like it. He's never actually been this straight forward with me, and it was really kind of attractive.

"Well, why don't you then?" I responded without so much as thinking about it. My voice was a bit shaky and I could almost hear my heart pounding in my chest; I wouldn't be surprised if he could hear it too.

"I prefer it to be special. I wouldn't exactly consider your equipment shed a very special place," he chuckled.

I smiled. He was a much better person now than I ever thought he could be. How was it even possible that this guy didn't have a girlfriend before he moved here? I was beginning to actually consider myself lucky just standing here in front of him.

"I think you are absolutely perfect," I said quietly as I looked up at him.

He smiled and kissed my forehead. I couldn't help but blush at the feel of his lips on my skin. They were soft, warm, and gentle.

"Are you hungry?" I asked, leaning away from him.

"Just a bit," he smiled.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the equipment shed and back out into my oversized backyard, making sure to carefully avoid the pool.

"Your dad is home, right?" Nate asked as we walked into the house.

"Yeah. Him and my mom should be home. Why do you ask?"

He scratched the back of his head with his free hand.

"My parents haven't left me alone since I went to dinner with you and your family earlier this week. They really want to meet your parents," he told me.

"Hm, then tell them."

I led him into the living room where my mom and dad sat together on the couch. The sound of our footsteps caused them to look over, and my mom smiled while my dad just sat there staring at us, curiosity written all over his face.

"Hey, guys. What's up?" my mom greeted us.

"Nothing much. Nate here just has a little something to tell you," I answered.

I removed my hand from Nate's grasp and pushed him towards my parents. He gave me a warning look, but I just smiled and gestured him forward.

"What's up, sweetie?" my mom asked him as she sat forward on the couch.

Nathan sat down on the love seat and I sat down beside him.

"My parents have been talking about meeting you for the past few days, and they told me to ask you about it when I came over today, so..."

"That sounds really nice, actually. I've kind of been wanting to meet them too. What about dinner some time this week? I guess it won't matter what time since you guys are out of school for the next two weeks," she answered.

God bless spring break.

"Yeah, I'm sure they'd be down for that," he answered.

"Good! Are you two hungry?" she replied.

"Yes. Can I have McDonald's?" I asked hopefully. This time it was my dad's turn to speak.

"No. You're eating too many unhealthy foods," he chastised me. Nate laughed.

"Why do you care though? I have a better metabolism than most humans," I smirked.

"I beg to differ. I think I'm in pretty good shape for someone who eats so much," Nate retorted.

I snickered. If only he knew.

"I guess."

"What do you want to eat, Kaelyn?" my dad asked.

"McDonald's!"

He groaned and shook his head before standing up.

"Can you spare me some cash, Lea?" he asked my mom.

She grabbed her wallet and handed him a one hundred dollar bill.

"What happened to all of your money?"

"Nothing. I have a pocket full. I just don't feel like spending it on irrelevant fast food chains," he retorted.

After asking Nate and I what we wanted--mostly just Nate--he ran out the door. He was seemingly annoyed.

"He hates us," I stated.

Nate laughed. "Yeah. I'm starting to pick up on that vibe."