*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Voices from the TV echoed throughout the room. I payed no attention to them though, and stared out the family room window. This past week has been so aggravating and I was just about ready to burst.

Bumblebee had been AWOL for like a week. After I took Sam and Carly to see the rest of the Autobots at KSI, Sam felt that he needed to have some extra bonding time with Bumblebee and the two have been basically inseparable since then. While they were out catching up with each other, I stayed at home with Gracie, Avery, Lynleigh, Carly, and sometimes Delaney, Jason and dad when they weren't working or when Delaney wasn't with her grandparents. I mean, I had nothing better to do.

In the beginning, I didn't mind Sam and Bumblebee hanging out together. The only problem now was the fact that whenever Bumblebee actually was at home, he wouldn't speak to me at all and whenever we were supposed to take our nightly drives, he just blew me off. Every time I tried asking him to take me somewhere, he would just wave his hand at me and say "Oh, I'm going to hang out with Sam today. I'll see you later." and then I'd end up having to get Drift or Crosshairs to take me to where I needed to go. The way he was acting was starting to hurt my feelings and right now I wasn't happy.

I heard someone walk into the family room, but I ignored them and continued staring out the window.

"What's wrong with you?" I heard my dad ask me.

I looked at him.

"I'm angry."

He laughed.

"Well, that's very obvious. Who are you angry at?"

"Bumblebee. I could hurt him," I exclaimed.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Well, after I took Sam to KSI, him and Bumblebee have been out doing God knows what. Bumblebee has been blowing me off for the past week for him, and at first I didn't care, but now I'm very angry and hurt," I explained to him.

"Look, I understand why you're upset, but you need to realize that Bumblebee probably hasn't seen Sam in years. This is normal. He's probably just feeling ecstatic over seeing an old friend again. Cut him some slack," my dad inquired.

I sighed.

"But, Bumblebee's supposed to be my friend."

"Ah. Someone's jealous," my dad laughed.

I scoffed.

"No. I'm not."

"Believe what you want, dear. Just calm down. I've got to go back to work. I'll see you later," he told me.

"Okay. I love you."

"Love you too," he replied and kissed my forehead.

He grabbed his keys and walked out the door. I groaned and fell back onto the couch. The front door opened again and I turned my head to see Jason walking into the family room.

"What's up, sis?" he greeted me.

"Just thinking about life. How about yourself?"

"Coming to talk to you. What do you say you, Gracie, Lynleigh and I go out tonight?" he asked me.

I gave him a look.

"What am I supposed to do with Avery?"

"Let Carly watch her or something. It's been a lonely few days for all of us. I think we could use a night out for the four of us," he said.

I sighed and sat up.

"Okay. Fine. Where are we going to go?"

"Berlin."

"I hope you're talking about the night club downtown," I stated.

He gave me a dumb look.

"Of course, idiot. We're leaving at eleven. Be ready," he told me and got up.

He walked up the stairs and I was now alone again in the family room. I might as well just take a nap until it was time for me to get ready.

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A tight long sleeve black dress, black pumps, hair curled to perfection, and my clutch in hand. I was most definitely ready for tonight. I closed my bedroom door and walked downstairs to where my brother, my sister, and Gracie were. Carly, Delaney, and Avery were in the family room.

"Thank you so much for coming over to watch her," I told Carly.

"Oh. It's no problem at all. And you look beautiful, by the way. All three of you look absolutely gorgeous," she told us.

I smiled at her.

"Thank you so much, Carly."

"You're welcome."

"Well, we'll see you later. Have fun with the kids," Jason called as he pushed the three of us out of the door.

"You're so damn pushy," Gracie countered.

"Let go of me," Lynleigh commanded.

I laughed and walked over to Drift. Bumblebee was normally our transportation to these kind of things, but since he was still with Sam, Drift offered to take us. I opened up the passenger's side and climbed in the back. As soon as we were all in the car, Drift took off.

"Don't drink too much tonight. If one of you vomit inside me, I won't hesitate to use force," Drift told us through the radio.

"The only one you need to worry about getting completely wasted is Gracie and Jason," Lynleigh said.

Jason scoffed.

"Shut up, rat."

"Try not to bring home a prostitute this time," Gracie said.

I busted out laughing.

"Oh my gosh. Dad was so mad!"

"She sat down in the kitchen and dad threw everything away the next day," Lynleigh said.

I couldn't stop laughing at the conversation. That night had been the funniest.

"And don't forget he actually went out and bought a new dining room set," Gracie laughed.

"Yeah. Keep your penis in your pants tonight please," I told Jason.

He rolled his eyes.

"I can't promise anything."

"My goodness. I'm so surprised we haven't left this family yet," Drift mumbled.

Lynleigh laughed.

"You can't leave us, because you love us."

"Right you are, Lynleigh," he told her.

The rest of the ride was silent. It took us about five more minutes to reach our destination. Drift stopped by the curb to let us all out, and after we were all on the sidewalk, he drove away. I walked over to the door and opened it. I waited for Gracie, Lynleigh and Jason to walk in before I followed behind them.

The inside of the club was loud and fairly warm. I had chosen a bad night to wear a long sleeve dress. Ariana Grande's Problem sounded, the bass in the song shaking the ground beneath me. I followed my family over to the lounging area. I sat down on the large leather sofa they had and propped my feet up.

"I'm going to go get us some drinks," Jason called over the music.

He walked over to the bar to order our drinks.

"It's really hot in here," I whined.

"Well maybe you should've wore a sleeveless dress, dumbass," Gracie retorted.

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Shut up, Graceland."

Jason returned with our drinks and laid them down on the table in front of us. I took mine and gulped it down in one sip, the alcohol burning my throat in the process. The three of them looked at me.

"What? It's been a long week. Cut me some slack," I told them.

They just shook their heads and drank their drinks. Gracie sat her drink down and I picked it up and chugged the rest of it. She gaped at me.

"What the hell?" she exclaimed.

I just grinned at her.

"Let's go dance," I told her.

I got up off the couch and grabbed her hand, leading her to the dance floor. We pushed through the sea of bodies and went out to the middle of floor. Another song by Ariana Grande called Break Free was playing. I started dancing and twirling around while Gracie just laughed at me.

Tonight was going to be a night to remember. .