The Girl With Wings

Chapter 19 ✔️

Last Updated: June 19, 2019

Miko

"What do you mean, she's gone out with Wheeljack?" I groaned, stomping my foot. "I was hoping to have a zombie movie marathon!"

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"And what makes you think she would have enjoyed that?" he asked, grinning. I threw him a dirty look.

I've just been so busy lately with Bulkhead and school, I haven't been able to spend any time with my best friend. Yeah, school had been keeping me from Hope.

But detention and a big fat zero on grades, Raf had explained, led to summer school. A whole month of hot, sticky classrooms with the same boring lectures about the stupid constitution or how an atoms electrons bond.

Nope! Not for me.

Bulkhead and I were already planning on a beach bash with the others. Of course, Hope had wings. Could she even swim with them? My brain was wrapped around with the thought as I grumbled to myself.

"They should be back by now." Ratchet stated, a servo to his chin. "They have been gone for about three hours. It is almost too late to be out."

"Oh, well." Jack teased me, poking a finger onto my forehead. "No zombie marathon."

"Watch yourself, Jackie boy." I snapped before an evil grin came over my face. "You are my next pick for someone to watch it with me."

"Why not Raf?" Jack yelped, pointing to the young nerd who was in deep conversation with Optimus.

"He would wet his pants." That was the truth. The little twirp, no matter how much I liked him, was not the type I wanted to hang out with. He got scared too easily.

"And Hope wouldn't?" Jack pointed out.

"She never complains." I huffed, crossing my arms before stomping off and walking towards Bulkhead, who was casually leaning up against the wall, talking to Arcee.

"Can you watch the Zombie marathon with me, Bulk?" I asked. Arcee rolled her optics.

"Miko, I don't see the point in watching those scrappy films," she said with a laugh. "Don't you get enough action staying around us?"

"The Decepticons haven't done anything stupid for nearly a month! And the closest thing I've seen that's like a zombie is when we were in the shadow zone!" That was enough zombie for one day. Well, my entire life, I had promised myself. But I broke that promise two days later when a new episode of the Walking Dead came on.

"Be glad the Decepticons haven't tried anything!" Ratchet snapped from across the room, clearly listening in on our conversation. Old grumpy bot.

"But that means they are planning something, and I don't like the thought of that," Arcee said seriously. Bulkhead agreed by nodding his helm and reaching a hand out towards me. Quickly, I jumped on and let him place me on his shoulder.

"I agree. Though I must admit, I really miss pounding some dents into Decepticon scum." he grinned, throwing a punch to the air. I held onto his helm to keep myself from falling but kept a giant grin on my face.