Taming the Psycho/Sociopath Front Liner: Sunstreaker x modern oc

Part 2: Being threatened isn't an option

(Sunstreaker's P.O.V.): time: 9 p.m. 

Hate. 

I detested humans.

They're so weak, they're also so easy to kill, and it's fun to watch them suffer while the bloody heads are cut off from every part of the body seems to shiver my mood well, but what really gets me in a bad mood was my hatred of one human. 

Towards the human femme next to me, every word that came outside that fleshy lips of hers would be the last time she gets to live, and everything that I threatened, argued, or even tried to get her afraid wasn't going as I wanted it to go but, I'll be honest she is a hard-core feisty and calm femme for a human I'll give her that. However, that isn't what I had in mind when the fleshy turned to me and smiled, it began to annoy me every five nano-klicks that I began to glare: "What? Why are you smiling about?"

"Oh, nothing, Sunny!" Amelia replied with a glimmer in her brown eyes and continued to smile more: "I just thought of something for a moment, but since you spoke first, I think we can learn from each other." 

"Piss off, fleshy," I told her off with a deadly tone while giving her a murderous glare in hopes she doesn't talk more, but, to my shock, Amelia started making a creepy-Now, don't get started on me now but, I've never or even once gotten afraid or creeped out by anything since my traumatized past life experience back on Cybertron, I am a psychopath and sociopath. 

'What trick is doing to me? Psychologically speaking, why is it working?' Still, she is making me angry for some odd reason: "Stop showing me your creepy faceplate, Amelia!" I snapped. Amelia stopped by using a nonchalant mumble: "Okay, primus, you sounded worse from my own carrier." She raised her hands in defeat. I still wasn't satisfied, but what got me curious and angered was her comparing me to the fleshy carrier that I was already giving her a scowled look before she and I stopped talking.

At about 9:00 p.m., Amelia began making an online hotel reservation at the "Sheraton hotel," as she calls it, which was not a wrong place; a valet came to my ALT-MODE that I was about to growl and threaten him but was stopped when she placed a hand on my shoulder before saying, "Sorry sir but, we can park the Lamborghini inside the hotel parking lot." "Oh, of course. Is he your husband?" 

'Why that little-' My thoughts were caught off by Amelia again, when she suddenly kissed my cheek affectionately, 'How dare this fragging femme kisses her soft dermas on me?! However, I can't deny that it was...nice' I angrily drove fast inside the parking lot, with my face turning red as I heard the valet's fleshy human mech nod, 'why are my thoughts getting emotions, I'm Sunstreaker! I am a psychopath; I don't need to be touchy, and the only person I can trust is my twin brother. But the one fleshy who is friends with Sideswipe is Amelia.' 

Parking my ALT-MODE in the parking lot, I turn off the engine and turn to her with a scowled look: "What's wrong now?"

She questions me and replies with a raised eyebrow, "I'm not your husband." 

"I know that. But do you want them to know that you're a cybertronian? And for the record, if you keep on talking with that tone around others, you'll be screwed." 

"Fine. Fine. You win!" I raised in surrender, already annoyed, "I'm not leaving my ALT-MODE." 

"You don't know what I mean about this hotel?" 

"Meaning?" I question Amelia, who answers: "Meaning that whatever you want them to do, they'll clean and polish your car with the most expensive wash you'll ever receive." Widen my eyes but turn them into a stoic expression, I'll be honest, she has expensive taste and seems to know my taste.

We got to our room, and the first thing that Amelia did was run onto the bed and jump on it like a sparkling. Rolling my eyes at her childish side as she flopped down on her back before saying, "You need to shower."