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~One Mississippi you're here, loving me with your whole heart, and two Mississippi we scream, to watch each other fall apart. Three Mississippi, you're gone, saying that you're done, you don't want it no more; and four Mississippi, you're home like nothing ever happened at all~ One Mississippi - Zara Larsson
~Jessica's POV~
I sit on the porch in the rain next to Bone-Crusher and Wheelie who stands under me, taking cover from the rain. My black fur holds the water, pressing it against my body as a cold and soggy blanket. I growl loudly, sick of him treating me like an actual dog.
"I'm sick of his bullshit," I say as I walk up to the glass door and bark loudly. "Damn Ironhide for confining me here."
"You shouldn't have run off with the decepticons, Princess," Wheelie sasses me as he sits on top of Bone-Crusher. I continue to bark at the door until Sam finally opens up.
"Frickin' shorting my circuits out here! It's inhumane, what it is! Make us live in a box on a balcony, right next to a beast! Like a common animal!" Wheelie yells at Sam.
"I'm not an animal," I growl.
"I wasn't talkin about you," he tells me.
"Stop, okay?" Sam says. "You and your creepy sidekick you can't be in here without permission."
"Oh, according to who? Miss Blondy-Blond? Giddy up, little doggie! Hyah!" Wheelie says, kicking BC's side as he walks inside. I shove Sam toward the bathroom and into the shower, shutting the curtain behind me as I take my human form.
"I'm not an animal," I whisper angrily, trying not to alert Carly who only thinks I'm a common wolf. My hair looks stringy because of all the water and my clothes stick to my body.
"Yeah, well Carly thinks you are," Sam says.
"Don't stick me out in the rain!" I yell. "I'm gonna get sick and I am not going to a god damn vet!"
"Oh shit," Brains whispers from the side.
"Hey you need to keep it down before Carly finds out," Wheelie says.
"And stop with the god damn dog food. I'm still somewhat human," with that, I take my wolf form and trot out as Carly is making her way inside with a confused expression on her face.
"Who were you talking to?" She asks with a concerned look on her face. I sit in the hallway with a mischievous grin as I watch Sam try to come back from my loud griping.
"Uh, Brains and Wheelie," he says.
"No, that was a girl's voice," she says. "Not theirs."
"Look, I don't have time for this right now," Sam says as he pushes by Carly, trying to dress himself for more interviews before his parents show up next week.
