Revenge of the Fallen - William Lennox {2}

Chapter 1

"Come on, let's go! All hands on deck!"

I sighed as I walked downstairs when I heard Dad. "Frankie, Mojo, out!" I walked towards the front door with one of my boxes of my things, "Come on, sweetheart, we're on a schedule." I rolled my eyes as I followed him outside.

"Slow down, Dad. Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?" I asked. "I'm not," He said. "Did you rent the room out?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, I got other ideas for your room and it rhymes with 'home theater'," He said before we placed the box in his car.

I walked back inside the house to grab more things but then stopped when I heard a sob. I turned around to look at Mom, "Look what I found," She said as she showed me two baby shoes, "It's your little baby booties."

"Ma . . ." I trailed off as I walked towards her. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug, "My little princess," She cried, "You can't go." I hugged her back, "Come on, Ma, don't cry."

"My baby girl is all grown up to be this beautiful Queen," She sobbed. "'Queen'. You been too dramatic," I said before we pulled away from the hug. Dad walked back inside as she placed her hands on my cheeks, sobbing, "My sweet little girl going to college. You have to come home every holiday, not just big ones. You have to come home for Halloween."

"I can't come home for Halloween, Mom," I said. "Well, then we'll come to you," She decided. I shook my head, "No, you're not coming," I protested. "Would you let the kid breathe, for crying out loud?" Dad asked, "Come on. Go pack. There's no way you're packed for a month-long trip. Come on." He clapped his hands, "Chop, chop!"

Mom walked away from me and headed to the stairs. "Let's go. March, young lady," Dad said before slapping Mom's butt and I groaned in disgust, "Dad." Mom looked at Dad with a smirk, "I love it when you call me 'young lady,' you dirty old man."

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Dad said before she headed upstairs. "Dad, Dad, Dad, whoa," I said. "What?" He asked. "I'm watching what you're doing, man," I stated, "Okay? It's not a . . . rap video."

"It's just like a coach thing," He said. "That was a really creepy move just now, Dad," I said, "I never wanted to see this." He sighed, "Look," He started, "You know, your mother and me are really proud of you. You're the first Witwicky ever to go to college."

"Now I'm crying again! This sucks!" We heard Mom's voice at the hallway upstairs. I sighed, "You're gonna be okay, Ma," I assured. "You know, it's just going to be, you know, hard for her to accept that her baby girl's all grown up, you know, going out to handle the world on her own . . ." He trailed off, blinking a few times.

"You okay, Pop?" I asked with a soft smile. "Yeah," He said before looking beside me on the couch with a frown, "Mojo, no dominating Frankie! Get the hell off the couch, you filthy beasts!" He turned back to me, "You'll see a lot of that in college, too." He shook his head before grabbing another box and headed back out.

I grabbed one of the boxes and followed him outside, "What are you talking about, Dad?" I asked. "Well, there's gonna be a lot of men there," He stated before turning to me, "And you better stay away from them, okay? I'm fine for you going to college but not getting involved with a man."

I frowned, "You kidding me right?" I asked. "Why, do you want to?" He asked. "No, I-I'm asking," I said. "Good," He said. "I want you to call me every hour, tell me how it's going on AND no boys, young lady."

"This is college, Dad," I pointed out. "What about Will?" He asked. "What about him?" I asked. "Well, what he thinks about you going out with guys?" He asked. "Will and I are just friends," I said.

"Oh come on, you two are still 'just friends'?" He asked. "Yeah," I said but felt my cheeks starting to burn up a little. My phone suddenly rang and I placed the box down the grass before pulling out my phone to see it was William.

"Is that him?" Dad asked. I bit my lower lip, glancing at him before answering the phone as he smirked. "Stop," I muttered before walking away, "Hello?"

"Hey, you really ready for heading off to college?" He asked and I could hear him smirking. I rolled my eyes, "Knock it off," I said, smirking and headed upstairs, "Can you say something else, like, I don't know -- 'Good luck at college'?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, good luck," He said and I smiled, walking into my room. "How's Bumblebee?" He asked. "He's fine," I said. "What about the others?"

"Everyone is okay," He replied, sighing frustrating. I grabbed my white jacket but stopped, frowning, "Oh, oh, that sigh didn't sound good," I teased and he chuckled slightly. "What got you frustrated?"

"The national security adviser," He replied. "Huh," I said. "And not just me. I think he doesn't like Optimus and the other Autobots so much," He said. "Well, I'm sure the feelings are mutual," I said with a smirk as I pulled my jacket before hearing a small bang on the floor.

I looked down to see there was a small sharp piece of the All Spark. I frowned, "Huh," I said. "What?" William asked. "Umm, nothing," I said, kneeling down to grab the piece.

I hold it up and studied it but suddenly I felt a sharp headache and I dropped the piece of the All Spark. "Oww," I said. "Ronny? Hey, you okay?" William asked. "Yeah, I'll have to call you back," I said before hanging up.

The piece went through the floor and down to the first floor, leaving a small fire with sparks on the new small hole on my floor. "Oh shot, shot, shot," I said, quickly heading out of my room to head to Sam's old room where we kept a fire extinguisher.

"Dad, we got a fire!" I called as I grabbed the fire extinguisher and rushed back into my room. "Fire!" I started to spray on the fire. I stopped and dropped it to the floor before grabbing my bottle of water and splashed it on the remains.

I sighed in relief as the fire was gone. I put the bottle down on the desk before heading to the door to go downstairs to grab the piece of the All Spark. I opened the door and gasped as I looked down to see small robots. They were the kitchen appliances!

They all started to shot things at me and I quickly pulled myself away from the door and ducked as they continued to shot, as they walked inside my room. I yelped before reaching to my window and climbed out.

"What is all the racket?" Dad called from outside and I looked over at him. "Dad!" I called. "Ronny?!" He asked, worried when he saw me on the roof. I quickly climbed off the roof as the robots started to shot again.

Dad and I ducked and quickly hid behind the fountain. "What was that?" Dad asked. "That's the whole kitchen!" I said before the fountain shattered.

"Bumblebee!" I yelled and suddenly the garage's wooden planks broke and Bumblebee was in the Camaro form, driving out before transforming. Bumblebee used his mini gun and kneeled on the ground, firing shot after shot at each of the small Decepticons robots.

Bumblebee's hand then transformed to a large cannon and he turned around, firing his cannon to the house. Dad and I looked over as Mom ran out of the house screaming, a toaster waffle clinging to her head before she ran right into a hanging pot plant.

"911," Dad said before running to Mom. I turned to Bumblebee, "Bee, get in the garage," I ordered. Bumblebee looked at me and shrugged his shoulders in confusion. "Dude, the garage, now," I ordered. He gestured to the yard and I sighed, "Just go in the garage quietly, please." He rolled his eyes in annoyance, and swayed his head side to side, in an irritated way.

"Holy Mother! Oh, my God!" Mom yelled. Bumblebee made a huge show of turning around and squeezing the sides of his head in irritation as he stomped, loudly and hardly, over to the garage. I watched him as he turned around again, waving his arms around as he made disappointed squeals, "Whatever," He whined like a child.

He made a loud whines as he kneeled down on the ground and took his time crawling towards the garage, clearly trying to annoy me. I rolled my eyes, "Get in the garage now!" I said and in his response, he tossed a TV backwards, smashing it. "Really?!" I scolded, shaking my head.