~(Y/N)'s POV~
You know that moment when you're just dandy, and then SOMEONE ruins that feeling and you're stuck with this gloomy cloud hanging above you all day? Yeah, Arcee's a real party crasher.
"Well it rains and it pours when your out on your own,
If I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes
'Cause I spent the night dancing I'm drunk I suppose
If it looks like I'm laughing 'I'm really just asking to leave this alone
You're in time for the show
You're the one that I need
I'm the one that you loathe
You can watch me corrode
Like a beast in repose--"
"Would you stop singing that?" Arcee grumbled.
"Just to spite you: no." I continued to twirl and dance, starting the song over again.
"I can't wait till you get out of here."
"You and me both two-wheeler."
"Stop calling me that."
She glared from her spot by the entrance, waiting until it was time to go and pick up Jack. I hadn't gained his trust or liking yet. But who could blame him. I pretty much made the pair almost run into a sign! But hey, it was fun... for me anyway.
"Don't you have some crying to do in your prison?"
"Don't you have some sulking to do in your berthroom?"
"Why would I be sulking?"
I just grinned. This made Arcee uneasy as she shifted her pedes.
When she was captured, I was told of her comrade Cliffjumper, and his untimely death, and also his unforgivable re-awakening by Megatron. I planned on using that to my advantage when she was locked up and I was known as Wildstryke, but now seemed to be so much more fun. I refrained from mentioning it though. I might be overall protected here, but that doesn't mean she won't try to kill me. That and taking the oh so wonderful path of a Decepticon at this moment might put me back under house-arrest. And by "house-arrest" I mean being locked up in the vault again. So instead I said:
"I know you know why, you just won't admit it, or acknowledge it." I continued to grin, and Arcee glared.
"What are you getting at?"
"That's on a need-to-know basis, and you don't need to know." I leaned on the rail of platform, making myself comfortable as Arcee glared, trying to burrow into my very soul, but it didn't work as I only stared back.
"You're trying to tear us apart from the inside aren't you?"
Where the frag did that come from? Though that does sound tempting... Naw, I'll take Knockout's advice from the first day.
"Sadly no. I just find your squirming overly amusing." I grinned.
"I'm not squirming."
"Than why are your servos clenched into fists, and optics strained as if they'll make me spontaneously combust, you're also overly fidgety. Hunny, my boyfriend is a doctor, I know a thing or two about body posture and eye contact." That much was true.
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