*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.*

Cleaning was one thing I hated the most out of anything. Just looking at a bottle of cleaning product made me sick to my stomach, let alone the smell of the product.

Right now I was scrubbing down the bathroom on the third floor of the house. Our house didn't really need to be cleaned, but I needed something to do until Brayden got here and plus Bumblebee was with Sam yet again and the rest of the Autobots were down at the KSI Autobot facility.

At the moment I was the only one home. Dad was at work like normal, Jason I assume was at work, while Avery was with Carly, Lynleigh and Gracie out shopping. I had no clue when they would all be home but they had assured me that it would be before Brayden arrived.

I finally finished scrubbing the bathtub which meant that I was finally done cleaning the entirity of the house aside from my bedroom, Lynleigh's, Gracie's and my dad's. I checked the time on my phone to see that it was now five thirty. After throwing the cleaning products underneath the bathroom sink, I headed downstairs just in time to see Lynleigh and Gracie stumbling through the front door, dozens of bags in their hands.

I gaped at them.

"Hey, Rose. Did you clean the house? It looks nice," Lynleigh exclaimed as she began walking up the stairs.

"Um, yeah. Thanks. How much money did you guys spend exactly?" I asked.

Lynleigh only laughed as she continued up the stairs.

"Maybe like fifteen hundred each," Gracie told me.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Where's Avery, Carly and Delaney?"

Just as I finished my question, two little girls ran inside the house and straight up the stairs. Behind them, Carly walked in, an exhausted look on her face. She walked into the family room and I giggled at her before following behind her. I sat down across the room from her in the recliner.

"Fun day, I presume?" I teased.

She groaned and laid back on the couch.

"They are absolutely crazy. Quite the handful if you ask me. I'm definitely not having anymore kids. I don't care what Sam has to say about it either," she stated.

I laughed again.

"You look like you could use a nap."

She looked at me and chuckled.

"That would be so amazing right now, but Sam has kicked me out of the house for today," she told me with an aggravated frown.

"Why?" I asked her.

"In his words, him and Bumblebee are working on something classified so I was kicked out of the house to keep the secret safe," she answered me.

I scoffed.

"And you're okay with that?"

She laughed and sat up.

"Where do you think I got the money to go shopping at?"

I playfully rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Well, since I'm such a good friend you're welcome to use my bedroom and even my clothes. That dress doesn't look like it would be very comfortable to sleep in," I remarked.

She sighed.

"It isn't, but thank you so much. I haven't had a nap in so long," she said and got up.

"I'm sure that by now you know where everything is. I'll watch the children for you," I assured her.

She nodded and headed up the stairs. After I heard my bedroom door shut, I headed up the stairs to see if I could find Delaney and Avery. They were nowhere on the second floor so I searched the third floor.

My eyes widened at the sight in front of me. There was purple and yellow paint all over the floor; some in puddles. I carefully tip-toed across the marble floor, silently cursing myself for not bothering to wear shoes or socks. I looked in each room but didn't find the two girls. Soon I came to Jason's old room and opened the door to find the two girls sitting in the floor, covered in paint. Before I could even get a word out, they saw me and screamed before running out the other door that was attached to the bedroom.

I groaned and went to run after them but slipped in the process and with my luck, I landed in a puddle of paint. The door to Lynleigh's room opened and she stepped out.

"What is going on out--"

She stopped in her doorway when saw the paint on the floor and me laying in it.

"Oh my gosh," she whispered.

Suddenly I could hear footsteps on the staircase I had just come from. Gracie ran up them and didn't see the paint until she fell in a puddle of it. Her eyes widened when she noticed the purple paint all over her clothes.

"Are you kidding me right now?" she seethed.

I stood up slowly, careful not to get the paint on anything else but the already colorful floor. I looked down to see that I was covered in a mix of yellow and purple paint and I could also feel it on my face and in my hair.

"Did someone give Avery paint?" I inquired.

Both girls shook their heads.

"Well, get up Gracie. We need to find those little rats before they mess up the house," I instructed her.

She got up and quickly followed me down the opposite staircase. My feet were drying from the paint so I picked up the pace, following the small footprints that lead through the large house. Gracie and I split up to look for them.

After making it down to the first floor I stopped and searched for them. The only thing I could see was the footprints leading into the family room. I began running and ended up running into my father who was coming out of the family room. My eyes widened and I backed away from him.

"Hey, daddy. What are you doing home so early?" I asked.

He looked me up and down and shook his head.

"I came home early because of this boy you've been wanting me to meet. May I ask why you're covered in paint, Rosalie?" he asked, his arms crossed.

That meant that I was in trouble. I was twenty two years old and in all honesty I shouldn't be scared of my dad, but I was and it would remain that way until the day I died.

"Well, you see. Delaney and Avery got ahold of some paint and now it's all over the third floor and I kind of fell in it so now I'm trying to find them," I explained to him.

He glared at me and I shifted backwards some more. The front door burst open and Jason barged through, stopping when he saw me.

"What happened to you?" he laughed.

I rolled my eyes and my dad looked at Jason.

"Do me a favor and go out to the shed. Get three or four bottles of paint remover and a mop then head up to the third floor and start cleaning. Thanks," he said.

Jason knew better than to tell my dad no in his own house so he just groaned and headed back out the door.

"Delaney and Avery. Come in here please," my dad called.

The two paint-covered girls walked out of the family room, both of them with sad looks on their faces. Avery looked at me and I shook my head before kneeling down to her level.

"You better talk some sense into them. I'm going to go take a shower," he told me.

I motioned the both of them over and they came slowly.

"I'm very upset with the both of you right now. You know better than to make a mess like that. Avery you are almost five years old, I've taught you better than that," I scolded her.

"I'm sorry, Ro," she said.

"I'm sorry too," Delaney chimed.

I sighed. Footsteps could be heard behind me and I turned to see Gracie running down the stairs. She stopped when she saw me and I stood back up.

"Could you get Lynleigh to possibly clean them up for me? I've got to go get ready and I know that you have to get the paint off of you as well."

She nodded and I smiled.

"Thank you," I told her.

I rushed up the stairs and quietly walked into my room, hoping that I wouldn't wake Carly up. I gathered up the clothes that I was going to wear tonight and headed into the bathroom to shower. Hopefully I could get this paint off in time. .

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Two hours and thirty minutes later I was clean and ready for Brayden to come over.

Tonight I was dressed in a red floral printed dress, a jean jacket, pant hose and my black ankle boots. My dark brown hair was in waves down my back and my make up was done to look natural. It wasn't too casual nor was it too dressy.

I grabbed my glasses from my dresser and put on a little perfume before heading downstairs. I could smell the food that my dad was cooking before I even walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen were my dad, Lynleigh and Gracie.

"Where's Jason and the girls?" I asked them.

"In the family room," Gracie told me.

I nodded and sat down at the table, putting my head down on the glass.

"Is something wrong?" Lynleigh laughed.

"I'm so tired," I stated.

Cleaning the entire house today, chasing Delaney and Avery around and then taking almost an hour and a half to scrub the paint off of my body was quite exhausting.

The sound of the doorbell caused me to perk up. I heard Jason yell from the other room and then I could hear the door open.

"Not so tired anymore, are you?" Lynleigh teased as she sat down across from me.

I rolled my eyes at her. The kitchen door opened and Carly walked in, followed by a laughing Jason and a laughing Brayden. I squinted my eyes at that but stood up to greet Brayden. He saw me and his eyes lit up. He walked over and engulfed me in a hug. A few aw's could be heard but I just shook my head. Brayden released me and I smiled at him.

"It's nice to see you," I said and sat back down.

He took the seat beside me. Across from us sat Lynleigh, Gracie and Jason.

"It's nice to see you too," he responded.

"Aw, you two are just too cute. It's about time Rosalie actually found someone decent," Lynleigh remarked.

Brayden laughed.

"Well, thank you I guess."

"That's my sister Lynleigh," I told him.

He nodded.

"Yes, her sister. That means if it doesn't work out between you two I'm always here," she said with a smirk on her face.

Gracie who was sitting beside her nearly choked on her drink and elbowed Lynleigh in the ribs. I shook my head at the two of them.

"The blonde one sitting beside her is my best friend Gracie," I informed him.

She smiled and waved, her drink still in her mouth.

"Nice to meet you both," Brayden told them.

"Avery doesn't like shrimp, does she?" Carly asked from the stove.

I stood up and walked over to her. She had two bowls of shrimp orecchiette ready to take to the girls. I grabbed one of them from her and picked out every single piece of shrimp before giving it back to her. She smiled at me.

"Thank you," she said and began walking out of the kitchen.

I ran over to stop her.

"Let me take these to them. You can have a seat. I'll be right back," I told her.

She still wasn't aware of the paint incident from earlier and I wanted to talk to them before they made yet another mess.

She handed me the bowls and I hurried out of the kitchen and into the family room. I placed the two bowls down on the coffee table in front of the girls and kneeled down in front of them. They smiled at me.

"Now listen, there is to be no food throwing, no breaking stuff or anything. You got that?"

They nodded.

"Good. Now behave. Carly or I'll be back to get your plates," I told them and walked out of the family and back into the kitchen.

Everyone was seated with a bowl of food in front of them. I sat back down beside Brayden and Jason looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Took you long enough," he baited.

I grabbed my fork and began eating.

"Shut up. I was only gone for like ten seconds."

"Enough you two. Some people would love to eat in peace," my dad scolded us.

I rolled my eyes and took another bite of my food.

"So, Brayden. What do you do for a living?" my dad asked him.

"I'm actually a driver, sir," he answered.

Well, that explained why he kept beating me last night.

"What kind of car do you drive?"

"A Chevy Camaro."

I put a hand over my face, waiting for a remark from Lynleigh.

"Really? That's so cute. You and Rosalie drive the same kind of car," she exclaimed.

Jason laughed and Brayden looked at me.

"Oh really? I didn't see one out there when I came in," he said.

Speaking of Bumblebee just made me mad. I hadn't seen him in days.

"Yeah, well shit cars are always in the shop," I retorted as I stabbed a piece of shrimp with my fork.

Brayden frowned and I could feel everyone else's eyes on me, making me slightly uncomfortable.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"That was kind of rude," Jason told me.

I rolled my eyes.

"It's just a dumb car. I think it'll live," I responded.

"Well, on the other hand you have some rather nice vehicles out front. I really like the Mercedes," Brayden said.

I could sense a bit of hurt in his tone, but I didn't understand why. It wasn't like I was insulting his car or anything.

"Oh, that's mine actually," Carly chuckled.

"That's my friend Carly," I told him.

He smiled at her.

"Well, Carly. You have quite a lovely car," he told her.

"Thank you so much," she responded.

I finished my bowl of shrimp and got up to put it in the sink before heading back over to the table. I placed my hands on either one of Brayden's shoulders and he looked up at me.

"If you're finished, I'd like you to come into the family room with me. There's someone in there I want you to meet," I told him.

He grabbed the empty bowl from in front of him and got up. I took it from his hands and placed it in the sink before taking him by the wrist.

"It was nice to meet you all and great job with the dinner, Mr. Stalin. It was delicious," Brayden said.

My dad smiled at him.

"Thank you very much, Brayden. I hope to be seeing you again soon," he said.

This was a good sign.

"As long as this one right here keeps me around, you'll be seeing quite a lot of me."

I smiled and looked up at him.

"I think I might have to," I said.

He smiled at me and waved to everyone before I dragged him into the family room. Delaney and Avery were sitting on the couch, their eyes glued to the TV which was playing Spongebob. I sat down beside Avery and put her on my lap. She squealed at the sudden contact but soon relaxed when she saw that it was me. Brayden kneeled down in front of the two of us.

"Avery, look. There's someone I want you to meet."

She turned her head away from the TV to look at Brayden and her eyes brightened.

"Baybay," she whispered.

Brayden's eyes widened ever so slightly and I gave her a look.

"No, Avery. That's not Baybay. Baybay's gone," I told her.

"Who's Baybay?" Brayden asked.

"A friend of mine. I guess you just look like him to her. I have no clue," I told him.

"When's Baybay coming back, Ro?" Avery asked me.

I sighed.

"I have no clue, Avery."

"What's your name?" she asked Brayden.

He smiled at her.

"My name is Brayden."

"Hi, Brayden," she giggled.

This night had turned into something good and I could already tell that every time I was with Brayden, it'd be something good.