Little sneak of what I’m working on for a HS AU!
I’m happy to requests on who to write about, just send me the character and/or a situation in my inbox.
Or any suggestions on who should be teachers/parents and of what/who.
The full head down, chin propped up by his hand as he gazed out the car window. It wasn’t even raining, and he was sinking into a gloom that wasn’t suited to Rodimus’s plans.
In fact, it was a rather nice day. The kind of day where Rodimus liked to do stuff. But to Drift, the crime of ditching class was a strong one.
Rodimus drummed at the wheel of his car, cheerful despite the wind slapping at his face being a stark comparison to the aircon that was usually blasting throughout the front seat. It had broken only yesterday, which was perfect timing for the extreme heatwave that seemed to have hit Oregon.
“What are you even worried bout?” He asked after a second, eyes drifting from the road to his friend, who was still casting puppy eyes out into the receding horizon.
“Detention with Megatron?”
“Psh, they won’t even notice us gone.”
Drift finally looked up, brown eyes concerned, but not angry. Rodimus could count the times he’d seen Drift actually mad on one hand.
“They do, actually,” he said blithely, “It’s called roll call, and when we’re not there, they call home.”
Rodimus barked a laugh, and switched to steering with one hand so he could clap Drift on the shoulder. “As if my dad is going to answer the phone. I don’t even know which country he’s in right now.”
They finally rolled to stop at a red light, the road empty and the shrubs surrounding it gently rustling in the wind.
Rodimus leveled his friend with a dry look, and gestured to their environment, “Look around you! We can do anything right now. Wing won’t care if he gets a call from the school. That guy is Jesus, I swear. Doesn’t got an angry or bad bone in his body.”
Drift bit at his fingernails, not looking convinced, and brushed a strand of white hair from his face. His roots were starting to come back in, but Rodimus liked the look.
“I don’t want to take advantage of his kindness.”
The light finally switched the green, jerking both of them forward as Rodimus floored the accelerator.
“I got it, I got it,” The teenager dismissed, brown eyes flickering to the rear view mirror briefly to check if anyone was behind them. The road was empty, like all the roads were when they went even slightly out of town.
“And anyway,'' he continued, “It’s not taking advantage. It’s…” Rodimus pursed his lips, mulling over the right words, before he settled on simply telling it as it was. Or at least, as he thought it was. “It’s living life to the fullest. Car Depot or whatever.”
Drift managed a small huff of laughter, and shot his friend an amused look, “You mean carpe diem?”
“Yeah! Like in that one movie with the poets. They all had a great time.”
“Have you actually seen Dead Poets Society, Roddy?”
Rodimus shrugged, “Nope. It’s not a classic. I’m more of a “Back to the Future” kind of guy.”
Drift eyed him for a second, and jabbed a finger at the red, unzipped vest that he was wearing over a denim jacket, as well as the cap that was sitting lazily over his mess of fiery red hair. “Is that why you dress like the main guy?”
“What? This is my style.”
The car turned into a smaller dirt road as Rodimus snorted, “Say’s the hippie.” The car braked abruptly ( in true Rodimus fashion) and he turned to face Drift fully.
“See, isn’t this way better than math?”
Math was probably Rodimus’s worst subject, even if it was mostly because he spent the entire lesson talking to Drift, or throwing bits of rubber at their teachers back.
Drift hummed his agreement, and lifted his feet up to the dash as Rodimus inched his car towards an incline that was blocked off by a very small, and rotting, fence.
“What are we doing here, Roddy?”
It was peaceful, and the view beautiful, but with the amount of people that had been going missing, Drift wasn’t exactly inclined to stay too far away from town for too long.
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