Wavering Mind (Tranformers Prime fic)

Chapter 2

Karly's POV:

I look up at the giant being before me, Soundwave is what he called himself. So far this Soundwave has been a pain in my ass.

"Well it's nice to meet you Soundwave, but it's late and I need to leave." I say while he, what I assume stares at me.

He shakes his head.

"Why the hell not?!" I snarl.

He says nothing making me grumble to myself.

"Prick." I mutter.

He flips me back upside down making me yelp.

"Hey you asshole!" I snarl enraged.

A smiley face appears on his screen face.

"Oh you find this funny do you?! I'll show you funny!" I snarl.

He begins walking still holding me and my experiment, and to my luck towards my house, I grin internally at this. After walking a few minutes we make it to the clearing of my house, wiggling in his grasp, I manage to break free, only to remember he's like 15 feet tall. I squeal and tightly shut my eyes, only to feel a grasp around my ankle stopping my fall and discarding me onto the ground, making me land with a grunt.

Looking up I watch as the Cybertronian, Soundwave give me a final glance before transforming and leaving with my experiment.

"HEY!" I shout.

I watch slowly as his form disappears over the horizon, and a small bit of disappointment fills me.

"First exiting thing to ever happen in my life and it leaves…With MY experiment that for once worked." I sigh.

I trudge towards my house slowly.

"Fuck my life." I snarl.

Walking inside my house, I call out to my parents.

"I'm back!" I shout.

"How'd it go?" My dad questions cheerfully, popping his head out of the kitchen.

"What do you think?" I say grumpily.

He chuckles.

"I'm sure it'll work out eventually squirt!" He says still cheerful as always.

I stare at him a moment.

"Your cheerfulness disgusts me." I deadpan.

He pouts.

"So mean. I have to deal with your mother, cut me some slack." He says.

"What was that?" I hear my mother warn.

My father sweat drops.

"Nothing dear, I love you!" He says chuckling nervously.

I hear a chuckle.

"That's what I thought." I hear her say.

My father wipes his brow dramatically.

"That folks was a close encounter with the beast." He mutters.

I chuckle as my dad manages to get flour in his black hair, making him send me a questioning glance.

"What?" He asks.

I wave him off.

"Oh nothing~" I say in a sing-song voice leaving him alone.

Walking down the halls of my house, I walk into my mother's work room. Once behind her I wrap my arms around her neck and peck her cheek.