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Optimus walked into the darkest corner of the hanger, far away from the loud chatter and the continual thundering ped steps from the Autobots. His optics illuminated my armored chassis, and twirled in thought, my eyes swiftly yet steadily churned into a dusty pink without permission, I started to get nervous under his commanding gaze, and distraced myself by clawing at my wrist with my hand, leaving white scrapes tattered along the blue and red armor, not caring If I wreaked my paint job, I felt his eyes wander down to my irritated wrist, letting out a huff of air, not like he needed to anyway, he silently grabbed a hold of my face, my pink eyes forced to look at his icey ones, I have passed alot of blue eyed people in my life before, but I have only managed to get lost in His. He let go of my face, finally speaking for the first time, " tavia", he sighed looking away, I hummed, generally conserned by his actions, he has never. Ever. Acted this way towards me. "I was wondering if you wanted to -" he huffed again, this time, turning to look at me, "tooo?" I asked, I felt my figure tense, "- to go out", he finished, his stance becoming less on edge as those words rolled of his glossar,

" What do you meen by 'out'?" It was my turn to be on edge, I didn't want to get my hopes up, wait. Why would I want to get my hopes up?

He took a sharp intake of the rooms air, not noticing the confusion that flushed over my face at my sudden thoughts, "on a what humans call, a date", he once again looked away, while I stood there, unable to move as my muscles were to busy tightening, My mouth hung open, and my brething hitched, my processer cleared, leaving me to rely on nothing but my beating spark that was making itself noticeable as it climbed its way  up my throat, to the point that I thought Optimus could even hear it drumming at its fast pace,  I looked back at his eyes that made me swoon, And shifted nervously, why did he make me feel like this? What's happening to Me? Why does he make so sad, why does he make my smile streach? Why does he make me feel like im going  crazy? I'm tired of figuring whats going on with my body. I need answers.

   "Yes! I mean, sure", I chucked, as my eyes grew more pink, he smiled shaking his helm in nervousnes and amusment, " I will see you at six", he stated, turning on his ped, walking off His helm held down as he exited the room, A wave of happiness washed over me, the desire to squeal getting to strong.  A spark of Silver entered my vision, making me look down at the sourse, before me stood jazz, visor brightening as if he wanted to know the details, he grabbed ahold of my wrist, dragging me along with ease until we were finaly back at my room, where I was sitting on the bed with jazx towering over Me, an index digit pointing accusingly at my girlish smile and blue blush,

"Wad happend??!", he asked, poking me on my cheek, I sighed falling back into my bed,  "Optimus", jazz stood there, clueless as to what was going on, "wat ya mean by 'Optimus?", I sat Up again, locking eyes with his visor, " he asked me out!", I squealed clapping my hands like a little kid, Jazz gasped loudly,

"Whud you doing on ya ass gurl?! Get up!", he shoved me off the bed, he was jumping up and down like a little kid reseaving a pressent on christmas eve, I felt my optics roll with out permission when jazz looked through my tiney wadrobe with his big metal digits, " we got 'ta get 'ya ready!", he sung, chucking the miniture fabric, most of them hitting my face.

"Whyyyyyy", I whined, he turned to me in all seriousness, "becuse my favorite ship has finnaly begun sailing!!",