Unforeseen

Chapter 33

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 33

"That was the most sinister thing you could have done to me," Ron said several hours later as he rubbed his ears painfully.

Trevor looked up from where he sat on the ground in my borrowed bedroom. We had been playing with his dinosaurs and doing a bit of homework we had discovered, through a phone call, he had to do for tomorrow. "Melry said you yelled at her," he frowned.

Ron sighed and sat down next to me. "I am really sorry for that Mel. I don't know what came over me."

I rolled my eyes and huffed.

"I mean it."

Tearing a piece of paper out of Trevor's note book I wrote 'you're possessiveness is agitating.' Even if that wasn't the real reason behind his behavior hopefully it would make him pay more attention.

"I know. I'm sorry."

'So is your over apologizing. Yeesh. Why are you like that?'

There was a strained pause. "That's complicated." I had heard a similar statement before. "And it's not a particularly pleasant part of my memory."

I tilted my head to the side curiously. Whatever it was definitely bothered him. I caught that glimmer in his eyes.

He looked away.

I took a deep breath and wrote, 'you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I did tell you my own painful story.' I drew a childish swirl to mimic a tornado next to the message.

"Why are you guys acting so weird?" Trevor asked. "Don't you like each other?"

Ron looped an arm around my shoulders and drew me close. "We'll work everything out." I was not sure if he had directed that more at me or Trevor, but it was heartening all the same.

There was one thing he really needed to understand for it to work though. Picking up the paper, I wrote, 'I'm going to live my life with or without you in it. I'd rather you be here, I really do love having you around, but you can't stop me from doing everything just because you're worried something will happen. I appreciate you looking out for me, really I do, but sometimes it's overkill. You need to speak up and let me know what's going on and what's bothering you. You can't panic whenever I want to do something on my own, even if I am injured. I might be easily bruised and even crushed by your kind, but I'm not a little doll you can sit on your shelf and admire.'

Ron read it over and sighed. "I know," he hugged me closer, "I'm really sorry."

I poked his side. All these apologies. What was I going to do with him?

We remained in the room for another hour. Ron took over helping Trevor with his work because he had the voice to explain it all. I watched idly, letting my mind run here and there, not really focusing on anything unless asked a direct question. Most of my thought revolved around Ron. Some were favorable, others not so much. I knew everyone had irritable quirks and I was not vain enough to think myself exempt, but I was worried we wouldn't be able to work them out.

"Will wants to get Trevor home," Ron sat up with a hand at his ear. "Ratchet's going to run one last test before he's free."

I nodded and stood as Trevor packed up his belongings. "So are you guys going to make up?" he asked as we stepped outside.