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Skye Lee: Hey everyone, a new fanfiction, wow i know wierd isn't it. This is just for pure enjoyment. So yes there will be spelling errors and YES it will have some slight random and unthought out events. Please forgive me if this story isn't pleasing to you in the way of reading it, and if you do not like human/ transformer pairings then i'd suggest you DO NOT READ. Transformers animated OF COURSE is not mine, and hope you have a good night!
Chapter 1
Phone call me back to Reality
Falling. That's what I've been doing for months. In this state, I can't tell how long. Its as if I'm here but not at once. A paradox of existence, two sides canceling each other out.
The best I could manage to do as I drifted was think. Even though I wasn't really drifting in a physical condition, more or less mental. My wavy hair curled on the floor bunching up under my head. Arms outstretched not to far from my limp body. Boredom, once again was notorious for trapping me in my thoughts. Dragging me further and letting me fall into mixed emotions of sorrow, confusion, and remorse. I escaped for a split second from my subconsciousness.
Bring.....bring......bring!
My phone rang from the Kitchen. I had such a small apartment, owning only four rooms. A living room, a bathroom, a bedroom, and kitchen. But how could I complain, it was something to shelter me from the rain, from the outside world. Sounds of my phone continued to echo through my apartment I had enough of people sending me their condolences. He was dead and nothing else really mattered.
Turning my head to block out the phone, I stared numbly out my window. A dull light from the sun seeped through the glass. Such a dreary day, with the over hang of Grey clouds to block that massive ball of fire. My grandmother always said that the sun had its way to bring happiness into peoples lives. Those heavy clouds began to symbolize something to me, my sorrow, blocking my happiness. Just like I was blocking out this phone call.
" Give me a second, sheesh," I complained, rising to my feet.
My journey from my room to the kitchen was a wobbly one. I hadn't done much exercise and more or less lounged around for the past couple of months. I knew if my father was here now he would have scolded me. Nagging about how filthy my bedroom and living room were, and above all complaining about the mess in the kitchen. Slabs of artificial marble outlined the counters, which should have made the kitchen look more appealing. Lazy me; instead of cleaning like I had been taught I left old pizza boxes and T.V. dinners scattered all over. I hadn't eaten such fattening foods in years...until now.
I fingered the smooth surface of the phone, hesitating, should I really answer? It rang again almost screaming for me to pick it up. Wrapping my dainty hand around the phone jerking it from its holder, and pressing the phone to my ear. Breathing heavily into it unsure exactly what to say. Gosh have I really forgotten to even say a simple hello? I discovered then, that I was in dire need for human contact and communication.
“H-H-ello?” I choked, my throat straining to form the word.
“Is this Skye?” A voice cut through the silence. The phone slipped through my fingers, and I squeaked in reply to the stunning voice on the other side. It fell to my feet clacking against the tiled floor. Scrambling, I grabbed for the phone again hoping that the person on the other line didn't hang up.
“Hello!” I inquired, my body shaking in spasmodic jerks.
“Skye, are you finally out of hibernation or do you need another month?” The person on the other line replied, sarcasm dripping like poison.
“Who...the slag is this?” I rasped, teeth clattering despite my rising irritation. The habit of using Cybertronian terminology lingered with me still.
“You don't recognize this voice?”
“Sorry, I do not...”
“You're pathetic”
“Could we abstain from the insults, please” I snarled, managing to bring back some knowledge of speaking.
There was a long pause. My hands still wrapped around the phone, which crushed into my ear. The person on the other line did not reply, instead it sounded as though the phone was moving...or something.
“Give me the phone!” I heard a female voice echo.
“No way, I was talking first!” The other argued.
Air escaped my lips, forming into a sigh. My brow furrowed as I continued to listen to the two people struggling over the phone. 'waste of my time' I grumbled in an unaudable tone. The phone was still pressed into my ear as I decided to not hang up. I wandered into my living room waiting for the two to end their quarrel. A medium sized stereo system was off to the corner, behind the circular formation of my couches in the middle of the room. There, a flat screen T.V. positioned itself in front of the couches and coffee table. Paper work scattered across the wooden table, some of it old mail or bills...either one I wasn't to sure. Then the picture of my dad; tears threatened to fall when I gazed at the picture. He looked healthy then, so unaffected by the disease. My hand reached up to wipe away a glistening tear on the ridge of my eyes; hadn't I cried long enough?
“Skye!” The female voice rung out, breaking my thoughts.
“Who is this?” I inquired surprised that the quarrel had been won over so quickly.
The girl giggled on the other side, her voice had a sweet shrill to it.
“Its, its been sometime, this is Jodi” The girl answered, “We haven't talked for a whole year, I hope you haven't forgotten...”
“Jodi...” I whispered, thinking hard to remember. Then the image of glasses, long brown hair, and a curious grin filtered into my mind. An old friend, from high school of course. The memories came flooding back and almost immediately I greeted her with much enthusiasm. All the past events of my Father's death was pushed aside, all the sorrow and guilts removed. My mind was centered on Jodi, and about all my other old friends. Each of their faces bringing a certain image that matched their personality.
Tiffany: always pushing through to gain control and respect from others; she was almost childish, and always an amazing artist and planner. She also had a sister named Sara, I honestly still think they looked like twins.
Kelsi: Cute, Timid, and usually having a melancholy mood about her. However, despite her reserved self a very trustworthy and loyal friend. I remembered how obsessed with music she used to be.
Brittany or Brittany's: The two friends who loved to suck in as much attention as possible. One was very talkative and worldly...and short. Where as the other was beyond random, random didn't even describe her, and had almost everything...almost. They two were pretty in their own ways.
Jodi: A bear hugging fiend who would jump out at you from thin air. Almost like a ninja who wears sweaters all the time. I could just remember that woolly sweater that she wore, which had a llama or...alpaca imprinted on the front.
And Vivian: She never...and I mean never liked hugs. Tiffany was always the same way. Vivian had an amazing talent for art, you could show her one style of art and she would be able to draw it in a matter of days. Vivian was also known for her expanding imagination, her creativity could never be controlled.
As for me, I found myself as the bystander friend. Wasn't always that kind to all my friends, so I wouldn't have said I was completely loyal. As I was suddenly brought back to reality, I realized that Jodi and I had talked for well over an hour.
“Hey, Skye...” Jodi asked, her voice low.
“Yeah?”
“Would you be interested in coming with us on a road trip?” Jodi inquired, pausing for an answer.
'Us', meaning all my friends. Everyone, the whole group?! In a state of shock I waited in silence with her. My lips wouldn't budge and my throat knotted all up.
“Skye?” She breathed, “ I-if you don't wanna, i-its-”
No, I would not let this opportunity to be with all my friends at once slip past!
“I'm coming, when is it and where, tell me now!” I almost shouted. My voice causing an echo through the phone.
“Whoa, hey settle down, don't get so loud” She giggled, sounding pleased with my answer. “Were are going to Michigan, Detroit for a concert. We already have a ticket for you, so don't worry. We plan to leave tomorrow, can you make it to the 'Ponce'?”
“Michigan, Detroit, huh?” I inquired, “ Alright, yeah I think I'll be able to make it to the Ponce De Leon mall...you guys sure do know how to spring things up last minute”
Almost grumbling to myself; I had half a day to get everything packed and ready. I hoped that we weren't going to stuff ourselves into Kelsi's punch buggy, I would rather walk. So out of curiosity I asked,
“Who's driving?”
“Ummm well, we were wondering if you could drive...you see, your the only one who has the Palmetto bug so..”
I rolled my eyes, of course I knew THIS was going to happen.
“You guys want me to be your own personal bus, I know,” I huffed, “Fine, just don't mess up the bed and if any of you smoke then you'd better keep it outside!”
Why do I do this to myself, always having to be the people pleaser. Primus, I just wished I could say no for once with out feeling guilty. Although, either way it would always result to me driving everyone any, since I'm in possession of the only bus like vehicle among all my friends.
“Will do, oh and don't worry none of us smoke!” Jodi replied, I could imagine her raising her hand in a salute. “I'll see you tomorrow then?”
“Yeah, tomorrow”
With that I hung up. Letting my hand fall to my side, the phone still clasped in my hands. Time to start packing. Sighing I trudged to my room, praying that tomorrow would turn out better than expected.
Note from Skye Lee:
Ooooo a concert eh? And its in Detroit, oh boy lets see what happens next shall we? Look forward to Chapter 2!<b>
Chapter 1
Phone call me back to Reality
Falling. That's what I've been doing for months. In this state, I can't tell how long. Its as if I'm here but not at once. A paradox of existence, two sides canceling each other out.
The best I could manage to do as I drifted was think. Even though I wasn't really drifting in a physical condition, more or less mental. My wavy hair curled on the floor bunching up under my head. Arms outstretched not to far from my limp body. Boredom, once again was notorious for trapping me in my thoughts. Dragging me further and letting me fall into mixed emotions of sorrow, confusion, and remorse. I escaped for a split second from my subconsciousness.
Bring.....bring......bring!
My phone rang from the Kitchen. I had such a small apartment, owning only four rooms. A living room, a bathroom, a bedroom, and kitchen. But how could I complain, it was something to shelter me from the rain, from the outside world. Sounds of my phone continued to echo through my apartment I had enough of people sending me their condolences. He was dead and nothing else really mattered.
Turning my head to block out the phone, I stared numbly out my window. A dull light from the sun seeped through the glass. Such a dreary day, with the over hang of Grey clouds to block that massive ball of fire. My grandmother always said that the sun had its way to bring happiness into peoples lives. Those heavy clouds began to symbolize something to me, my sorrow, blocking my happiness. Just like I was blocking out this phone call.
" Give me a second, sheesh," I complained, rising to my feet.
My journey from my room to the kitchen was a wobbly one. I hadn't done much exercise and more or less lounged around for the past couple of months. I knew if my father was here now he would have scolded me. Nagging about how filthy my bedroom and living room were, and above all complaining about the mess in the kitchen. Slabs of artificial marble outlined the counters, which should have made the kitchen look more appealing. Lazy me; instead of cleaning like I had been taught I left old pizza boxes and T.V. dinners scattered all over. I hadn't eaten such fattening foods in years...until now.
I fingered the smooth surface of the phone, hesitating, should I really answer? It rang again almost screaming for me to pick it up. Wrapping my dainty hand around the phone jerking it from its holder, and pressing the phone to my ear. Breathing heavily into it unsure exactly what to say. Gosh have I really forgotten to even say a simple hello? I discovered then, that I was in dire need for human contact and communication.
“H-H-ello?” I choked, my throat straining to form the word.
“Is this Skye?” A voice cut through the silence. The phone slipped through my fingers, and I squeaked in reply to the stunning voice on the other side. It fell to my feet clacking against the tiled floor. Scrambling, I grabbed for the phone again hoping that the person on the other line didn't hang up.
“Hello!” I inquired, my body shaking in spasmodic jerks.
“Skye, are you finally out of hibernation or do you need another month?” The person on the other line replied, sarcasm dripping like poison.
“Who...the slag is this?” I rasped, teeth clattering despite my rising irritation. The habit of using Cybertronian terminology lingered with me still.
“You don't recognize this voice?”
“Sorry, I do not...”
“You're pathetic”
“Could we abstain from the insults, please” I snarled, managing to bring back some knowledge of speaking.
There was a long pause. My hands still wrapped around the phone, which crushed into my ear. The person on the other line did not reply, instead it sounded as though the phone was moving...or something.
“Give me the phone!” I heard a female voice echo.
“No way, I was talking first!” The other argued.
Air escaped my lips, forming into a sigh. My brow furrowed as I continued to listen to the two people struggling over the phone. 'waste of my time' I grumbled in an unaudable tone. The phone was still pressed into my ear as I decided to not hang up. I wandered into my living room waiting for the two to end their quarrel. A medium sized stereo system was off to the corner, behind the circular formation of my couches in the middle of the room. There, a flat screen T.V. positioned itself in front of the couches and coffee table. Paper work scattered across the wooden table, some of it old mail or bills...either one I wasn't to sure. Then the picture of my dad; tears threatened to fall when I gazed at the picture. He looked healthy then, so unaffected by the disease. My hand reached up to wipe away a glistening tear on the ridge of my eyes; hadn't I cried long enough?
“Skye!” The female voice rung out, breaking my thoughts.
“Who is this?” I inquired surprised that the quarrel had been won over so quickly.
The girl giggled on the other side, her voice had a sweet shrill to it.
“Its, its been sometime, this is Jodi” The girl answered, “We haven't talked for a whole year, I hope you haven't forgotten...”
“Jodi...” I whispered, thinking hard to remember. Then the image of glasses, long brown hair, and a curious grin filtered into my mind. An old friend, from high school of course. The memories came flooding back and almost immediately I greeted her with much enthusiasm. All the past events of my Father's death was pushed aside, all the sorrow and guilts removed. My mind was centered on Jodi, and about all my other old friends. Each of their faces bringing a certain image that matched their personality.
Tiffany: always pushing through to gain control and respect from others; she was almost childish, and always an amazing artist and planner. She also had a sister named Sara, I honestly still think they looked like twins.
Kelsi: Cute, Timid, and usually having a melancholy mood about her. However, despite her reserved self a very trustworthy and loyal friend. I remembered how obsessed with music she used to be.
Brittany or Brittany's: The two friends who loved to suck in as much attention as possible. One was very talkative and worldly...and short. Where as the other was beyond random, random didn't even describe her, and had almost everything...almost. They two were pretty in their own ways.
Jodi: A bear hugging fiend who would jump out at you from thin air. Almost like a ninja who wears sweaters all the time. I could just remember that woolly sweater that she wore, which had a llama or...alpaca imprinted on the front.
And Vivian: She never...and I mean never liked hugs. Tiffany was always the same way. Vivian had an amazing talent for art, you could show her one style of art and she would be able to draw it in a matter of days. Vivian was also known for her expanding imagination, her creativity could never be controlled.
As for me, I found myself as the bystander friend. Wasn't always that kind to all my friends, so I wouldn't have said I was completely loyal. As I was suddenly brought back to reality, I realized that Jodi and I had talked for well over an hour.
“Hey, Skye...” Jodi asked, her voice low.
“Yeah?”
“Would you be interested in coming with us on a road trip?” Jodi inquired, pausing for an answer.
'Us', meaning all my friends. Everyone, the whole group?! In a state of shock I waited in silence with her. My lips wouldn't budge and my throat knotted all up.
“Skye?” She breathed, “ I-if you don't wanna, i-its-”
No, I would not let this opportunity to be with all my friends at once slip past!
“I'm coming, when is it and where, tell me now!” I almost shouted. My voice causing an echo through the phone.
“Whoa, hey settle down, don't get so loud” She giggled, sounding pleased with my answer. “Were are going to Michigan, Detroit for a concert. We already have a ticket for you, so don't worry. We plan to leave tomorrow, can you make it to the 'Ponce'?”
“Michigan, Detroit, huh?” I inquired, “ Alright, yeah I think I'll be able to make it to the Ponce De Leon mall...you guys sure do know how to spring things up last minute”
Almost grumbling to myself; I had half a day to get everything packed and ready. I hoped that we weren't going to stuff ourselves into Kelsi's punch buggy, I would rather walk. So out of curiosity I asked,
“Who's driving?”
“Ummm well, we were wondering if you could drive...you see, your the only one who has the Palmetto bug so..”
I rolled my eyes, of course I knew THIS was going to happen.
“You guys want me to be your own personal bus, I know,” I huffed, “Fine, just don't mess up the bed and if any of you smoke then you'd better keep it outside!”
Why do I do this to myself, always having to be the people pleaser. Primus, I just wished I could say no for once with out feeling guilty. Although, either way it would always result to me driving everyone any, since I'm in possession of the only bus like vehicle among all my friends.
“Will do, oh and don't worry none of us smoke!” Jodi replied, I could imagine her raising her hand in a salute. “I'll see you tomorrow then?”
“Yeah, tomorrow”
With that I hung up. Letting my hand fall to my side, the phone still clasped in my hands. Time to start packing. Sighing I trudged to my room, praying that tomorrow would turn out better than expected.
Note from Skye Lee:
Ooooo a concert eh? And its in Detroit, oh boy lets see what happens next shall we? Look forward to Chapter 2!<b>
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Well, since everyone found it to be more pleasing to post up the beginning of my fanfiction here on DA. I did so. I might end up posting it both on here and Fanfiction.net. So either one you guys can go to and read. For those of you who do NOT and i mean DO NOT like Transformer/ human pairings don't read it and don't flame me. And i understand there will be some grammar issues cause heck...i'm not a proffesional author. Be wary of random events during and throughout this story (mainly to spice some humor into it) Thanks again and look forward to more of this story
(If you would like the Grammar to be better i would suggest critiqueing it through comments, so that way i CAN go back and change what was wrong
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can u give me a link to all of ur chapters because hen i search for the other chapters it only gives me chapters 1, 7 and 8???
oh and love this chapter!
oh and love this chapter!