Part 3
Part 1+2 https://metalmusingmoments.tumblr.com/post/160831383232/i-read-your-scenario-about-tfp-knockout
Part 3? Part 3. Kind of a filler but the last part will be up tomorrow at some point. Enjoy!
“See you around Optimus” you smiled a smile that you knew didn’t reach your eyes. And with those last words you turned on your heal and walked briskly in the direction of Ratchet. All while those blue optics seared into your back.
Continued…
The ride back to the suburbs was quite. Ratchet had turned the radio to a low hum to fill the silence. You rested your head against the window mulling over the events that unfolded tonight. Overall a terrible endeavor on your part. You should have figured trying to confess your feelings to Optimus tonight was a horrible plan. Letting out a long sigh your breath fogged up the window.
“Wanna talk about it?” Rachet asked breaking the silence. You considered answering his question truthfully for a moment but thought better of it.
“Told you already Ratch, It’s just a headache. The music was loud and it’s been a long day…Just need to get some sleep” You replied as you ran your hand over your face. It wasn’t a complete lie though. A headache was starting to form from all of thoughts swirling around in your head.
The music shut off as Ratchet pulled up to your small home. You went to open the door only to find it was locked. Feeling at a loss you allowed your head to fall forward, hitting the passenger side window.
“Ratchet open the door” When he didn’t respond you yanked on the door handle and growled out his name again. The silence continued as you pondered if ripping off his door handle would solve his stillness.
“Take two ibuprofen. Turn off the lights in your room and go to sleep. Don’t go on your cellular device. The light will only prolong your headache, if not make it worse.” He said. Though his voice sounded like he wanted to say something else, you didn’t care in that moment. Now that the door was open you gathered your things with haste and hopped out of the car to walk up your driveway. Halfway there, Ratchet rolled down his window and yelled something that made you spin around.
“Do not hesitate to contact me if your headache becomes worse” and sped off into the night.
Scowling, you stomped the rest of the way into your home. You made your way to your room shedding your items and clothes as you went. Flinging yourself onto your bed just to stare up at the ceiling in the darkness. You felt like crying, but you wouldn’t. You hadn’t even been rejected; just realized how stupid of an idea it was. There was no reason to cry you told yourself over and over. You were grown, not a kid. Huffing, you rolled onto your stomach, pushing your face into the mattress with a groan. You wouldn’t ever go back you decided. Your purpose there had ran out. Optimus had said as much. If the kids really needed a tutor they could call or text you and then you would set something up if it was necessary. With a rising confidence you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. It was summer, your summer vacation, most people didn’t have the luxury of having almost two whole months off with a full time job. You wouldn’t waste it, you decided as you rose off the bed. It was time for you to do you, starting now. Flicking on the light, you went to grab your bag and all of the exams within.
Sitting back down on your bed you opened up your laptop to book a flight home for tomorrow afternoon. Completing the task, you slammed it shut. Doctors’ orders be damned. You were going to grade all these papers tonight and enter all of the final grades. No matter how long it took.
You had finished grading early in the morning and then started to pack your things. When you finally got on the plane you were out like a light. Not waking until the stewardess had shaken you awake to inform you that the plane had landed. Your family was happily surprised to see you on their doorstep an hour later. Catching up with your family had made your heart swell. You didn’t get to see them often living in Nevada, and being home made you feel content. As your mother prattled on about the upcoming family vacation you couldn’t help but smile.
About three and a half weeks later you found yourself at the bi-yearly family reunion. Or “(mothers last name) clan gathering” as your father jokingly called it. Every two years your family would rent out a beach house that would be crammed full of people from your mother’s side of the family. The older adults and married ones would get beds, while the kids (including you) would have to fight for the couches. Otherwise it was the floor on an air mattress. The week was usually filled with BBQs, tanning, bonfires, music and booze. This year had been no different.
You had been down by the ocean playing with your younger cousins almost all morning and had needed a break. Trudging up the beach towards your set up and umbrella you reflected on the past couple of weeks. Ratchet had checked in with a text the following morning you arrived at your parents’ home. He wanted to know if your headache had passed. You had sent back a short yes and that was the last text you had received since then. No one from Nevada had messaged or called since the party. And as much as it hurt the first couple of days, your family had filled that void of loneliness.
Sitting down in your beach chair you admired the view, blindly reaching for your phone. Looking down at your screen, your heart stopped. 15 unknown missed calls. Frozen in fear you began to assume the worse. Were the Autobots under attack? Were the kids ok? And as all those horrible thoughts went through your brain, your phone began to buzz. Unconsciously you hit the green button and whipped it up to your ear.
“Hello?” You said in a panicked voice.
“Finally!”
“Miko?” You said confusingly. “Whats wrong? Why aren’t you calling from your phone?” You continued on in a worried voice.
“Can’t use it when were at the base remember? Something about security and signals or whatever. So were using Raf’s computer cause he was able to block our location!” Miko explained as you heard Raf’s small hello.
Closing your eyes you moved the phone away from your ear letting out a deep breath. Your heart still felt like it was going to burst from your chest. Bringing the phone back up to your ear you caught Miko mid-sentence.
“-s went to your house but you weren’t there. What gives? Where are you anyway?” Miko questioned.
“I haven’t been home for almost four weeks Miko, I’m at the beach” you sighed
“Really! I wanna to see! Raf turn on the camera!” She exclaimed excitedly.
All of the sudden you phone turned against you and activated video chat. Your screen now held both Miko and Raf sitting on the upper lofts couch. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed them until you saw their faces. The loneliness stared to creep back in as Miko demanded a view of the ocean.
Switching the camera view back to your face you noticed Jack was now in view behind the couch.
“Looks awesome” He said smiling.
Smiling back you heard one of your cousins husbands call for you.
“(Y/nickname) Lunch!” He hollered from a distance.
“Coming Cole!” You yelled just as loud smiling ear to ear.
“Who’s Cole?” Miko asked making a face till her eyes brightened and a smile bled onto her face. “Is he the guy you wanted to be “more than friends” with?” she asked making air quotes.
The base clearly was not empty either because all the sudden Bee and Bulkhead were now in your sights behind the kids. Jack was now asking Miko why she would even say that. While Raf explained to Bulkhead and Bee what was going down. Apparently you were spending your summer trying to romance some guy at the beach. The arguing was too much.
The reminder of the night of the party was stab to the heart, and a look of defeat crossed onto your face.
“Alright guys. I’ve gotta go, lunchtime. See you when I see you” You ended the call with Miko yelling wait into the camera.
Throwing your phone back onto the towel you got up. It started to buzz again, but you ignored it in the favor of alcohol and burgers. You had three more weeks till your flight back home and until you reached Jasper, Nevada, Optimus Prime would not plague your thoughts.