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Starry Night

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The sound of the front door slamming woke me up and I groaned in annoyance but still remained on the floor. I heard keys rattling and several pairs of footsteps. My mom and dad were finally home. My dad yelled my name but I just ignored him and snuggled into the carpet.

"Azalea," my dad called as I felt him step into the living room. "Why are you in the floor?"

"Because I can be," I replied.

It was silent for a moment and then Ron spoke. "I have no explanation for her," he said.

"Can you go away and let me go back to sleep please?" I asked.

"No. Get up," he demanded.

I sighed and lifted myself up off the floor, hitting my head on the coffee table as I did so. I heard my dad and Ron laugh.

"Damn it," I exclaimed as I rubbed my head and sat down on the couch.

"You need to watch your mouth," my dad laughed and sat down beside me.

I laid my head down on his lap and propped my feet up on the couch's armrest.

"Constitution, William," I teased him. He stared at me. It was making me slightly uncomfortable. "Could you please not? It's rather creepy, dad."

"Stop being a pest then," he said.

I scoffed.

"So, how was school today?" he asked me.

"Horrible as always. Had to beat some kid's ass but it's no biggie," I told him.

I smirked as I remembered taking down Trent. He was so frightened. It was hilarious.

"You what?" my dad asked.

"Remember Trent?"

"Vaguely," he replied.

"Well, today he tried to ask me out, I said no, he got mad, he hurt my wrist and it pissed me off so I kicked him and pinned him to the fence. It was funny but had it not been for Braelynn, I probably would've snapped his neck," I giggled.

My dad cocked an eyebrow. "When was this?" he asked.

"After school. Ron saw it but yanno, he didn't want to get out of the precious truck to help me," I explained. I heard him grunt and I snickered.

"If you wouldn't have acted the way you did I assure you that he would've been in the hospital," he retorted.

"Wow. You're brutal. But I'm glad to know you care," I said. I could see a smirk on his face. "Where is madre?" I asked my dad.

"She's cooking dinner."

"I see how it is, mom! You can't even say hi to your own daughter!" I called into the kitchen. I heard her laugh.

"Was it necessary to yell?" my dad asked.

"It felt like it to me. I don't know about you though," I replied.

"You're such a smart ass," he said.

"It's just who I am."

"If you say so."

"I want to go shoot," I said.

"Not right now. It looks like it's about to rain," he remarked.

I groaned. "Sometimes I dislike rain."