Psychos-Girl

A few hours later, Jazz had finally come back from his talk with Prime, but wouldn’t talk about it. I begged and pleaded, but the Cajun just wouldn’t budge. So, we decided to just watch a movie. Okay, he decided to watch a movie, I was still up for exploring the city, but, of course, Jazz wasn’t willing to put me in any more danger. As one of my fan characters would say, ‘killjoy butthead with a side of fries.’ People who know me should eventually figure out who said that once. So, as the movie Dracula played, Jazz watched intently while I sat on the couch, legs crossed in front of me, while Starscream was planted f

“’Ey, kiddo!” Someone poked my head and I groaned, turning over. I heard someone yelp and there was a tug on my hair, but then it relented. I shut my eyes tighter, but the voice came back and I felt its owner shake my shoulder with two tiny hands, “C’mon, Al, get up!” “Mm…make me…” I murmured, blindly groping the metal table I was one until I grabbed my ‘attacker’ and lifted him up. “Just a few more minutes…” I dropped him and my hand hit the table limply. Usually, I’m very easy to get up, but there are some times when I just won’t move; that was one of thos

“Five more minutes…” I murmured from where I was sitting at my art desk, forehead lying on the closed cover of my laptop. “Then, I’m going to pass out from boredom. Seriously…need…something…to do…” With every word, I smacked my head onto my laptop, but not very hard to make sure I didn’t hurt my poor computer. Sitting up straight, I sighed and opened the laptop, logging on. Internet Explorer popped up and I began to do what I do best; surf the net. My ears twitched slightly as I heard my little brother open the door to my room and bounce over to where I was sitting. “Look.” He

To You, You Know Who You Are, Sometimes I hate you, Sometimes I shriek at you, Sometimes I wish you would disappear, Sometimes you fight me, Sometimes you're more than I can bare, Sometimes you strike me and yank my hair, Sometimes we quarrel, Sometimes we kick and scream, Sometimes we say things we don't mean, But you're always going to be my brother, You're always going to bug me and bother me, And I'll always love you, little brother Love, Your Big Sis

They're always there for me, Watching my back no matter what, Even when I don't want them to, Even when it may get them in trouble, They're always protecting me, Sticking up for me no matter what, Even when I tell them not to, Even when I try to convince them not to, They're always standing by me, Making sure I don't do something stupid, Even when I try hard as heck to shove them away, Even when someone tries hard to shove them away from me, No matter what happens, They're always there, Protecting me, Standing by me, They're the people I trust the most, The people that trust me, They're the people I care about, The people

"No." "C'mon!" "No." "Please!" "NO!" Alpha whipped around and glared daggers at her younger brother, emerald optics obviously tired, but also full of annoyance. Her brother instantly shrank back upon seeing the look in the young medic's optics. "…Please?" He asked once last time in a squeaky, begging voice. He instantly regretted it. The pickup truck shoved Omega against the wall, hands on his wings, and snarled, "Little brother…I have had no recharge in the past week, Wheeljack keeps blowin' himself up, making me repair him, Ratchet is away with Prime and Prowl on some sort of mission, which is leaving me to do all of his work…slaggit,