Lesson In Living

Home!

We finally got home . . .

"Aye! We're home!" Megatron yelled, hands in the air as he stumbled into the house.

"Go to bed Megatron . . . you're drunk." I said tiredly, I couldn't stand him or his drunken state anymore.

"No . . . you're drunk and I'm not tired." He staggered in front of the couch and I pushed him onto it with my hand, he fell, staying there . . .asleep . . .yesssss . . .

He snored and I threw a blanket over his face to muffle his loud snores.

Starscream stared at him, dumbfounded. "Did he just . . .?"

"Pass out? Yes he did."

His face fell. "Wow."

"Yeah." I sat down on the couch.

"Why couldn't you have done that sooner?"

"One: he would if gotten injured. Second: I lost my patience." Soundwave sat near me as I held up two fingers as I explained my reasons.
"So . . . what was that? What Megatron had?" Rumble asked.

I turned to face him slowly. "I lied, I'm not going to tell you . . . I was hoping you would of forgotten."

"Why?"

"Because . . . you don't need to know . . . yet."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Come on, please?"

"How bout . . . no."

"Why?"

"Its . . . hard to explain."

"Really? What was it . . . a stick?"

I stared at him, then nodded slowly. "Suuuure, it was a stick."

He perked up. "Really?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Aww come on!"

I laughed, he glared at me. "But really what was it?"

"Why are you so persistent with this?"
"Because I want to know what it was!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Trust me . . . you don't."

"You sure?"

I nodded. "I'm sure I'm sure."

"Just tell him already!" Star cut in, annoyed.

"Fine, it was a boner and that is all I'm tellin' ya . . . find the test out yourself."

"A . . . what?" Rumble asked. "A boner?"

"Yep."

"Is that like a . . . spike . . . or somethin'?"

I stared at him, monotonously, as realization dawned on him.

"Ohh . . ."

"Yeah."

"Wow . . ."

"Told ya . . ."

"But what does it look like?"

I leaned back into the couch, groaning. "Argh . . . I'm not going there . . ."

"Plea-"

"No!" I said, covering my face with a blanket.

"Rumble . . ." Soundwave warned.

"Fine, but still . . ."

"Rumble! Please stop!" I pleaded uncovering my face, staring at him, I had no patience tonight and I didn't want to talk about this.

"I'm just sayin'!"

"Rumble . . . please, this is something I don't really want to talk about."

"Okay! But I got one question I wanted to ask for awhile."

"What is it?"

"What happened to your family?"

I hesitated, feeling uncomfortable as he crossed into personal territory. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I'm just wondering, because you said you have five older brothers we've only meet two and what about your parents?"

I stared at him. "I don't really want to talk about this . . ."

"You know stuff about us."

"I know, but this is personal."

"It's the only thing I'll ask . . . please."

I looked around the room, and then at the floor. "Dead."

"What happened."

"Parents in a car crash, two of my brothers in a rubbery, and one is in jail."

"Jail? Why?"

I opened my mouth but then closed it. "He . . ." I trailed off, fighting off emotions that me feel sick, I bit my lip. "He . . . um . . . tried to kill me."

"Who would do that?"

"My brother . . . you happy now?" I asked standing up and heading towards the stairs. "Hope I answered all your questions."

"Rad?"

I didn't answer and went to my room.