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My first fanfiction - Everytime - Transformers Movie-verse |
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Yeah, I need some feedback on this story please, I just wrote it, and before posting it [not finished it yet] I would like some pointers. Maybe some switching around?
Oh, and it's a songfic.
Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we strangers when our love is strong?
The night sky was dark, no stars and no moon that night. But the hill overlooking Mission City was washed with a dull glow from the bright lights of the metropolis below. The tree that provided shade during the hot days was strangely eerie to the two teens that lay beneath it.
“I think, we’re just too different.” She said. “You know?”
He swallowed thickly. Yeah, he knew. He could feel them drifting apart more and more. She was wild and untamable, an adrenaline junkie who needed fast cars and freedom. He was a quirky loveable softie, who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, an adventure and saving the world landing on his lap. But he loved her none the less. She was beautiful and strong, and everything he’d wanted in a woman.
And she was breaking up with him. Telling him she needed more, more then sitting around at the local places, more then driving around in a cool car all day; she needed more then him. And who was he to tell her ‘no’? ‘No because I love you too much.’ And even if he did, it would just push her away more and more. She always went for guys with big arms and great abs because of what they promised, adventure and a whirlwind romance; followed by the usual ‘I’m tired of you now.’
Ever since the event at Mission City, he could feel her itching for another event of that proportion; or something to give her another rush. But it hadn’t come up. Just day to day happenings intervened with the occasional sixteen foot robot. But they were old news now.
And it broke his heart to admit it.
“Yeah, I know.” He said, keeping his voice flat, his tone unconcerned.
Every time I try
To fly
I fall
Without my wings
I feel so small.
It was a silent agreement once the words left his mouth. And no more words were said. In silence, they stood from the ground, brushing the grass off from clothing. In silence they walked back to the gleaming yellow Camaro, the very thing that brought them together in the first place. He ran his hand over the cold metal hood as he walked to the driver’s side of the vehicle, the doors opening and the car starting without any prompt from the two teens. In silence they slid onto the leather seats and drove back into the town, the suburbs offering no break to the heavy quiet that dropped over them like a blanket. To him, it was the sound of his dream of ‘Getting the car, getting the girl’ ending abruptly. She didn’t say a thing as they pulled up to the crummy neighborhood she called home. He didn’t say anything as she got out of the vehicle and closed the door behind her.
Sam Witwicky bit down on his lip as he watched Mikaela close her door behind her. Bumblebee drove away from the apartment, and didn’t say a thing as Sam dropped his head onto the steering wheel, silent tears streaming down the teen’s face.
Every time I see you
In my dreams
I see your face
You’re haunting me
I guess I need you baby
Sam bolted upright in bed, the thin blankets wrapped around his lithe form tightly. He panted heavily as sweat beaded on his skin. It was a dream, some kind of nightmare. He couldn’t remember any of it, but it had him rattled. A flash of bright blue eyes and dark hair played in his mind. He brought one hand up to push against his forehead, as if trying to push the images out. A soft light washed over him from his bedroom window and he turned to look. Bumblebee stood there, at his full height, worry etched across his metallic features.
“Sam?” He asked. Hearing him talk was still a little weird to Sam, that low vibrating whine that often soothed him. “I felt your heart rate spike and your blood pressure rise, is there anything wrong?” Bumblebee asked as he lowered the light, his green optics glowing in the early morning darkness.
Sam took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down. There was something wrong, but Sam didn’t want to burden Bee with his own problems, Bee had enough of his own now; the building of the Autobot base camp slash city often taking the yellow Autonomus Robotic Organism away from Sam for long periods of time. After Megatron had been dumped into the ocean, more and more Autobots had been landing on Earth, and now they needed somewhere where they could live. With full cooperation from the government, Optimus Prime had picked out a spot in the middle of the southwestern desert, since the bots didn’t need water, and it was out of the way, so they would not be found out too easily. Sam unwound the blankets from around his legs and swung over the side of the bed.
“No Bee, it was just a nightmare.” Sam said, trying to put a reassuring smile on his face, but it ended up being more like a grimace of pain. “I’m alright now.” He lied.
I make believe
That you are here
It’s the only way
I see clear
Bumblebee pulled up to the school, stopping hard behind one of the big orange buses. Sam lurched forward in his seat and bopped his head against the leather covered steering wheel. He grunted in pain and then he growled at the car. Bumblebee didn’t say a thing, but the radio flashed on and started to blare out a song that Sam didn’t stay to listen to. Instead he threw open the door and stepped out, slinging his backpack across one shoulder. On purpose, he slammed the door behind him, only to have it open again and smack against his bottom. He lurched forward and fell onto his knees on the grass. He spun his head around and glared at the gleaming car. People around him puzzled at the action.
He shrugged off the stares and stood up, stomping away from the parked car.
Bumblebee didn’t mean to stop so abruptly, and he tried to apologize through the song, but Sam was being difficult today. Bee sighed mentally, and reminded himself of what the teen had been through the night before. Sam may have been brave in the face of danger, but he was still a teenage human. If he were to compare ages, Bumblebee and Sam would be around the same stage of development. Bee was hundreds of years old, but in relativity, he was a teenager compared to the other Autobots; Bee being one of the last to receive his life giving spark from the Allspark before Cybertron was destroyed.
Bee would have liked to sit around in front of the high school all day, but he had a few things to attend to for Optimus. A flicker of dull lights, and a blond teenage boy sat in the front seat of the car. It was a hologram of course, Bumblebee couldn’t look like he was driving with no one sitting in the front seat, it would cause and unnecessary problem. The boy had bright blonde hair, and sparkling green eyes. A simple black t-shirt and dark wash blue jeans with non-descript shoes finished him off. He could go into more detail if he wanted to, and with the upgrade that Ratchet had just installed, he could even make it solid for emergencies.
A squealing of tires and Bumblebee was off.
Sam had just reached the steps to the school when he heard Bumblebee take off, and he glanced at the car, not worried it’d been stolen. He’d learned that lesson quick. He just sighed, and hoped that the Camaro would be back for him after school. He hated walking home. He turned to walk back up the steps and came face to face with Mikaela.
“Woh!” He said surprised, the sudden appearance of his ex-girlfriend throwing him off balance. His arms wind milled wildly in vain, and he fell back, bouncing painfully down the five cement steps to land most ungracefully on his back. Mikaela’s eyes widened and she rushed down the steps to Sam’s side, gently placing her hand on his upper arm.
“Sam?” She asked gently. He groaned softly in pain, nothing was broken, he could tell that right away, but still, it hurt. When she saw that he was at least not dead, she smiled slightly. “That looked, awesome…” She quoted herself.
“Yeah, it felt awesome…” He said gently back to her. And just like that, it was like they were back together. Sam still had the girl and the car. He smiled and pushed himself up onto his elbows. His mind filled with possibilities and hopes; maybe they weren’t so different after all. Maybe they could work things out. Sam was already planning on taking her somewhere tonight. She was there, smiling down at him like she’d done before. She still loved him, and wanted to be with him. His heart leapt.
She grabbed hold of his upper arm gently and helped him up to his feet. He brushed the seat of his pants off as he lifted his backpack to his shoulder again, wincing slightly at the sting it caused. His back felt like it was a little scratched, but that was it. He reached over to her and took her hand in his, her wonderfully soft smile still in place. He smiled at her and brushed a strand of her dark hair away from her face.
And everything changed. She pulled her hand away from his like it’d been burned. The smile dropped off of her face and she bit her bottom lip, her eyes showing confusion, and hurt. She turned away and swallowed slightly.
“I’m sorry Sam.” She said as she walked away, the heels of her shoes clicking against the cement steps as she rushed into the bustling school.
Sam stood there, his hand still out, still looking at the now empty space where she’d been moments before. But he was very cold. He felt it from the core of his body. Even though the sun beat down on his covered shoulders, he felt cold on the inside. All his hopes of them back together crashed down, shattered into thin glass shards that stabbed icily at his emotions and feelings. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, and he fought back the prickling at the back of his eyes.
I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
Sam slid through the rest of the day in a daze. He was so consumed with trying not to feel feelings about Mikaela that he couldn’t think about anything else. He’d gotten detentions from every one of his classes, so he sat in the empty classroom once the school day was over. He couldn’t get that look out of his head; the confused hurt look in Mikaela’s eyes. After a while, he decided it was pity. She pitied him for thinking that they could get back together, for thinking that she would forget about how he wasn’t really enough for her. He wasn’t enough emotionally, physically, or mentally. He let his head fall onto the cool desk with a loud bang. He couldn’t take this anymore.
At night I pray
That your face will soon fade away.
 Marimoh · Mon Jun 30, 2008 @ 12:43pm · 1 Comments |
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