*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.*

It's been over a week since Brayden had been over to meet my very insane family and we were doing incredibly well. We had been out together every single night and I loved absolutely every minute of it. Brayden made me very happy. I had never in my twenty two years of life met a boy that was so benevolent, chivalrous, and faithful.

Throughout my entire high school career I only acquired two long-term boyfriends. I thought I had been happy with them, but compared to what I was feeling with Brayden, happiness didn't even amount to what I had with them. Brayden was far more special than the both of them put together and I couldn't have been more thankful that he walked into my life and I hoped more than anything that he stayed.

Aside from Brayden, I had an even bigger situation to deal with. For the moment, I was happy yet I was also becoming very stressed out. It had been almost three weeks since I had seen Bumblebee and I was not happy about that at all. Out of these few weeks, I had only seen him once and that was the day he took me to the store to get medicine for my headache. Though I knew he was most likely alive and well, the fact that he wasn't with me and the amount of time that he was spending away from me has made room for the empty space to return. Bumblebee was my best friend, my literal other half, yet he wasn't here to help keep me whole. I was growing more and more anxious each day and it only became worse as my late mother's birthday approached.

I was beginning to feel like Bumblebee had forgotten about me altogether. Being alone made it easy to convince myself of that and the aching pain I felt in my chest at night almost made it seem like it was reality. The pain I was feeling over his absence wasn't worse than it had been three years ago, but if it continued like this it most certainly would be. When he finally reunited with Sam, I knew that the two of them would definitely spend a choice amount of time together but I just didn't think it would be this much time.

Currently, I was sitting in my bed typing away on my computer. Looking for apartments was quite hard when I was so stressed out. All I needed was something to take my mind off of everything and with my mother's birthday being in two days, I knew exactly how to accomplish that.

I got on Facebook and searched through my friend's list until I finally found the person that I was searching for: my old high school friend Lyza Colt. After thinking for a few moments on what I should say to her, I finally typed my message:

This is last notice and I in no way mean to bother you, but I was just wondering if you had an extra room to spare? I was thinking about getting out of town for a few days and heading east and if it was alright with you I was hoping that maybe I could stay with you for a day or so. We could catch up, because Lord knows I have so much to tell you. Please get back to me when you can. I love and miss you very much.

It didn't take but three minutes for my computer to notify me that I had a new Facebook message. I clicked on the tab and opened up the message. It read:

Of course I have an extra room to spare for you. It's no bother at all, I assure you. I'd love to catch up. I have so much to tell you as well. Just let me know when you're coming and everything will be set up for you. I love and miss you too, Rosalie!

I smiled at the message, silently thanking God above that I still had such good friends back home. Quickly, I replied to her message.

Thank you so much! That means more to me than you'll ever know. I'll be leaving tonight at around six o'clock because it'll take me a good while to pack at least one outfit to wear. I do apologize that this is so last minute but I am beyond stressed out right now and in desperate need of a getaway. Just message me your address if it's changed and I'll be good to go. Thank you again!

After about five more minutes I received one last message. Lyza had sent me her new address and wished me safe travels. I closed the the tab before shutting down my laptop and getting up to lay it on my desk.

There were about two hours left until my designated departure yet I could already feel the stress leaking out of my system. Just thinking of this trip made me feel better. Taking a trip back home to Virginia wasn't exactly the smartest thing I could do, but I needed to rid myself of this feeling somehow and hopefully I could within the next few days.

I was on my way to begin packing when there was a small knock on my door. After quickly grabbing a suitcase from my closet I walked over to answer it, smiling at the face in front of me. I gave Brayden a quick kiss on the lips before heading over to my closet while Brayden's footsteps could be heard entering into my bedroom.

"Rosalie," Brayden called as I rummaged through my closet.

I turned around to see him staring at the bright purple suitcase on my bed.

"Yeah?"

He looked at me.

"Why do you have this suitcase out? Are you going somewhere?" he asked me with raised eyebrows.

I pursed my lips and turned back to my mess of a closet.

"Yes, actually."

"Where are you going?" he inquired.

I threw several items of clothing to my bedroom floor as well as four pairs of shoes. After picking them up, I shoved them into my suitcase and zipped it shut before turning to my very curious man-friend.

I didn't want him to know where I was going; I didn't want anyone to know where I was going because everyone knew of the stress I was feeling and I definitely did not want anyone worrying about me to the point of actually following me to Virginia.

"Somewhere to relieve my stress," I simply answered him.

He sighed.

"Are you ever going to tell me why you've been so stressed out lately? It's been worrying me," he said.

I just shook my head. There was no way that I could just come out and say: I'm stressed out because my Autobot companion, best friend and other half has forgotten me and left me for another human being and I just feel so empty without him by my side. It's almost as if I'm repeating the Battle of New York all over again.

Brayden still didn't know that we had any connection to the Autobots or that four out of the twelve of them resided with us and I probably wouldn't share that little piece of information with him for quite a long time. I couldn't exactly lie to him about it either because I was bad at it.

"Just know that I'm going to be fine when I return. I can promise you that," I assured him with a smiled.

He sighed yet again before engulfing me in a hug.

"You know that I'm here for you, right?"

I frowned but nodded anyway.

"I know that."

He pulled away from me and looked at me, his bright blue eyes reflecting off of my brown ones.

"Then why can't you talk to me about this?" he asked with a frown.

The more he talked about the current situation, the more I thought of Bumblebee and how much I missed him and needed him with me. He's already broken one of his promises to me, so that hurt quite a lot though there was nothing I could really do about it.

"I just can't. It'll just make things worse for me," I told him.

He shook his head.

"Rose," he started.

I smiled at him.

"Don't worry, Bray. Please don't worry. It's really nothing a little getaway can't fix. I'll be fine," I informed him.

He gave me a small smile before placing a hand on my cheek.

"Well, I just hope that wherever you're going, you get there safe. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

I nodded. He planted a small kiss on my lips before looking at me again.

"I have to go now, but I'll see you in a few days, alright?"

"Okay, Bray," I smiled.

He hugged me again before kissing my forehead and exiting my bedroom. I huffed and sat down on my bed.

I really hoped that this trip would be worth it.

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I grabbed my suitcase from my bed and exited my bedroom. Laughter and mindless chatter could be heard downstairs. In the family room Lynleigh, Gracie, my father, Jason and Avery sat. They were watching TV and chatting among themselves. I sat my suitcase down on the floor, the clank from the wheels catching everyone's attention.

My family turned to face me before looking down at my suitcase with concerned looks. Gracie stood up and walked over to me, Avery following behind her.

"What are you doing with your suitcase? You're not moving out are you?" Gracie asked me.

I chuckled and shook my head.

"No. I'm just in need of a road trip."

Gracie frowned and Avery hugged my leg.

"Where are you going, Ro?"

I looked down and patted her small head.

"Somewhere to relieve some stress, Avery. I'll be back in a couple of days. I promise," I assured the four year old.

"I'll miss you," she said.

I kneeled down to her height.

"I know. I'll miss you too, but you have Gracie, Lynleigh, Jason and Pappal to take care of you. Not to mention I'm sure Carly and Delaney will be over," I told her.

She hugged me before running over to my father. Gracie gave me a warning look before engulfing me in a hug.

"Are any of the Autobots going with you?" she asked me.

I frowned and shook my head.

"No. I'm just going to take one of the Range Rovers," I told her.

She nodded. My dad took Avery in his arms and got up before walking over to me. He hugged me as best as he could with the toddler in his arms.

"You call me if you need anything, okay?"

I smiled and nodded before picking up my suitcase.

"I'll see you all in two days," I told them.

I quickly grabbed the keys from the key hook and headed out the side door and into the garage. The black Range Rover beeped as it unlocked and I shuffled passed the other two vehicles to hop inside. Once I started the car and opened the garage I wasting no time in taking off, not even bothering to bid a goodbye to the three Autobots in my driveway.

Soon, I pulled onto the freeway and headed east towards Virginia. Hopefully this trip helped me relieve the stress I was feeling. This was definitely one of the worst feelings in the world and those five days back in Nevada proved it to be true.

The aching pain in my chest returned. I felt so alone right now without my best friend but it was almost as if he didn't quite care about me anymore. He knew that I needed him with me. He knew that without him I was a wreck, much like I had been after I thought I lost him though it wasn't as dramatic. I was almost positive that what I had hypothesized earlier about him forgetting about me was true and I hated it.

I turned on the radio, hoping to drown out my thoughts but was let down when the sound of Linkin Park's song Robot Boy sounded throughout the vehicle. I sighed. Out of all songs, why this one? It reminded me of everything that has ever happened to me and that only added on to my stress induced self. Also, being alone inside this car right now gave me all the time in the world to think about it. This is exactly what I had promised Optimus I wouldn't do, but right now there was nothing I could do to stop it. Everything just started flowing out.

Most everything that happened in my life had left an almost permanent effect on me. For years I've done my absolute best to ignore them and I've succeeded up until now. My thoughts consumed me and I didn't know what to do about it. I felt so vulnerable; more vulnerable than I had felt in three years. For the first time in years, I was alone. There was no one here to help me out of this, there was no one to help me understand why I was going through this. I was perfectly fine a month ago, but now that my hole was reappearing, things were becoming far worse for me.

I switched the radio off, not being able to take much more of the lyrics. It looked as if though I'd be sitting through this nine hour ride in silence.