~Your POV~
"Are you sure this is okay?"
"Absolutely."
I looked behind us at the three vehicons carrying my things. From essentials, to non-essentials, it was all coming with me to the Nemesis. I had packed everything myself, still having the boxes from when I first moved, though I wondered how Knockout brought me to the Nemesis the first time, so I asked.
"Let's call it a secret."
I was not pleased with this answer, but didn't press further.
As we went farther and farther from my old apartment, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched.
"Scrap."
"What is it?"
"Not 'what', 'who'! It's Arcee and her human!"
I looked back, to the right, and the left, but found no car, or a plane of any sort, though a helicopter looked rather suspicious...
"I don't see anyone."
Knockout huffed, and told me to look forward. I saw a motorcycle, a rather nice one too. The rider was male, I could tell from the shoulder width.
"That's Arcee? She's a two-wheeler?! I mean, I don't mind a good motorcycle, but-"
"Shut-up! She probably thinks I kidnapped you."
"Well, you kinda did..."
"THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!"
Taking a hard right, Knockout tried to lose the two-wheeler that always seemed to appear right in front of us. No matter where we went Arcee always seemed to be two steps ahead, or rather, 2 miles per hour faster.
"Let me drive. You know I can lose her, and most likely add some scratches to that polish of hers."
My voice came out naturally sinister, almost scaring me, but I took to much delight in the sound to care about the meaning of the change.
"Alright, you're in control... Knockout."
Him using my Street name brought goosebumps to my skin, his voice sinking deep into my core. I couldn't help but smile as I thought of his confident smirk that would be dawning his flawless faceplate. I can't help it, I'm in love with him, my Devil Car.
~Knockouts POV~
She took hold of my steering wheel, her confidence overflowing. Turning my rear-view mirror, I saw her perfect smile, it was a smile of charm, and pure joy, her eyes shining, yet sinister and focused.
"I'm gonna take a hard right in 3-2-1!"
She counted down so fast I couldn't brace myself for the sudden jolt.
"MORE WARNING NEXT TIME!?"
"SORRY FOR BEING UNPREDICTABLE!"
Her hard-headedness always shows the most when she's driving, ugh. At least she said 'sorry' this time around. Other times she just yells at me like it's my fault for being able to feel pain!
Arcee appeared ahead of us again, her human looking back to check on us, the only difference was the 10 second delay from the time we continued our path to the Nemesis. Her human appeared to be talking to her, later looking back again, only to find (Y/N)'s smirking face and glaring eyes. I assume (Y/N) was trying to prove a point as she steadily got closer. I soon found myself to the left of Arcee, heading right into oncoming traffic.
"KNOCKOUT, LET THE GIRL GO!"
The cursed two-wheeler hollered over the wind. I gave no response, watching from my rear-view mirror as (Y/N) rolled down my window.
"HOW ABOUT YOU LET GO OF YOUR HUMAN FIRST?!" She hollered back, to which Arcee gave no reply, "NO?! WELL THEN I GUESS I'LL JUST STAY!"
(Y/N) hit my brakes, and we both watched as the duo tried to stop in time before they ran into the sign held steady in the sand. Without them realizing it, (Y/N) had forced them into the sand, and right toward a large sign.
"Darn it, they missed the sign." My driver mumbled, rather disappointed.
"They're coming back. It appears the human wants to talk to you."
The male was waiving his arms as Arcee drew closer.
"I'm getting out."
"Alright, be cautious."
"Are you kidding? 'Cautious' is my middle name!"
"Really? I thought it was 'Insane'?"
She mulled the word over in her mind.
"(Y/N) 'Insane' (L/N), I might just change it to that."
We both laughed as she got out, throwing the arriving team a smirk that most likely caused Arcee to fume.
"What is it," (Y/N) questioned, "I thought I made it pretty clear whose side I'm on."
The human took off his helmet, showing his black hair to be rather messy, and why I hated him so much is a mystery, maybe it has something to do with how close he is to (Y/N) now. It might be a couple feet away, but it bothered me by far.
"I wanted to make sure you knew who it is you're with, what they're fighting for, it's not for our kind, it's for their own, and-"
"For the Energon that dots the planet, AND to wipe the Autobots from the entire universe, yeah-yeah I've heard before, and I jumped aboard that freight train the day I saved this guy's finish."
"Did you have to mention that?"
"Shut up you cherry! What's your name boy?"
It was hard not to laugh as she called him a boy, considering the height difference of at least one head.
"It's-"
Arcee gave him a nudge, a simple warning to not give out that small piece of information willingly, a wise thing to do. So the boy simply asked (Y/N) to call him 'J'. I didn't like this nickname, it was to informal, almost like they were friends already.
"Alright, 'J'," her voice was mocking the letter, extending the simple silly syllable, "Tell ya what, I'm gonna count to three, and if you're not gone by then, you'll find yourself without a mode of transportation."
Her stare was focused on Arcee, the Autobot shrinking back ever so slightly. Even the warrior Arcee can be afraid of a lowly race as the human, I guess I better keep this one as proof of that. (Y/N) closed her eyes, and counted to three, later opening her eyes to see 'J' and the wretched two-wheeler speeding off to where-ever they go. (Y/N) was sattisfied with this, getting back into my driver's seat.
"Will we go after them?" I asked, much like I would Starscream, the current leader.
"No, I want to go home, besides, the vehicons are probably waiting for us already."
Home. She called the Nemesis her home. Can it be called that? This girl is full of mysteries. She's an abyss filled to the brim with insane ideas and her own personality, yet that abyss looks to be empty, so empty in fact, one must be careful not to fall. Being careful was never my forte.
Looking at (Y/N), I stared at her features, her closed eyes set with lashes of silk, so delicate, and yet when she opens those eyes, her weakness is not being delicate, but her being overly reckless with her own life. Her one desire being to be free, to race, and to win. That's my (Y/N), my Street Racer Darling.
(When are guys going to admit it to each other? Or rather, how? Perhaps you won't say it at all! HEHEHEHEHE! ;P)
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Fanfiction(Y/N) sat down. Her day had been full of the impossible. Only one question remains: Is Knockout just grateful, or is there more to it? (TFP fanfiction. I don't own them, and you all own yourselves so.... yeah The first of two books. Want more? Look...
