Change of Law and Heart

Chapter 12: Good Days Turned Sour

I'm a little saddened that no one got my reference last chapter but there is always more to come for! Enjoy the latest chapter and be safe y'all!

My bruised ribs were healing quite nicely after taking a week off from work (Will was surprised but understood my reasoning) and sitting around the house, watching T.V. But during the entire time of having nothing to do, I got extremely bored to the point I gave Powerstroke a bath and a deep interior cleaning.

Sha-Sideswipe, still need to get used to calling him that, was jealous and wanted me to give him the same treatment. That didn't happen; well the only thing close to getting a wash was a spray from the cold hose water. Sideswipe didn't like that and sent out his holoform for pay back.

Cold water rained down on me from the other side of the truck. "You motherfucker! That's it! I was thinking about washing your alt. mode but now, it's a big no," I declared to the brunet on the other side of my truck.

The sound of the hose clinking against gravel below our feet caught my attention and for a second I was confused on why he dropped it. That was until said holoform appeared next to me, on his knees with his hands gripping each other and a look of sadness on his handsome face. "Please, no! I'll stop, just please give me a wash," he begged and even had his bottom lip sticking out.

It took all of my self-control not to fall for the somehow handsome man turned adorable. I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest, careful about pulling any of the muscles still not fully healed. "Sorry, Sideswipe. I told you no and I'm not going to change my answer," I replied coolly as if he didn't make me want to fall for his adorableness.

His hands dropped into his lap and he hung his head lowly. A sniff could be heard in his direction and for a moment, I almost broke my composure at the sound he made. "I said no. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll need to dry off the water you sprayed on Powerstroke." With that said and done, I grabbed one of the dry towels from inside the open garage door and begun drying off my truck.

Something snapped inside of me and fear started to fill my mind, making my hands shake. My conscience told me sternly: don't become friends with them, don't trust them. You don't know what they could be hiding underneath that kind mien.

I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts building up inside and snap my head in the direction of Sc-Sunstreaker's voice. "What's underneath the tarp?" he called out from the entrance of the garage. I knew what he was talking about: my brothers 1968 Plymouth Fury III.

"I'll show you," I responded and let the towel hang on the side mirrors. I entered the garage and opened the one-car garage door then tore off the grey tarp off with dust following it.

The beautiful garbage green Plymouth sat in all of her glory, shining from the limited sun coming from the open garage doors. The chrome strip around the body was so cleaned you could see if you had something stuck in your teeth. The forest green seats didn't even have a crack in them from being hidden from the sun during her years under my care.

"Slag, you take real good care of the paint," Sideswipe pointed out of the obvious.

"Well, Cool Desert Night's is coming up in a week or so and she needs to look as good as she can. Just need to clean something's underneath her hood before she is ready to go out in public," I explained before popping the hood and showing them her nearly cleaned engine.

"What's Cool Desert Night's?" Sideswipe questioned while walking around, getting a look at all of her good sides.

"It's were you bring in a car of any make or model, preferably older or classic cars, and drive around them to show them off. You guys should go, it would cool to see Lambos driving around. Plus you get a lot of attention from people," I offered before closing the hood.