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Plot: (Y/n) has always been an underdog, the black sheep and weirdo in most people's eyes. She has never been able to fit in but she has an eye on certain mech.

Warnings: bullying, swearing

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The underdog

Being the underdog isn't easy. My entire life, I've always been the freak, the weirdo and out stander. I never was part of anything. I can't fit into a group like my sister does. She's perfect in all kinds of ways, she what makes my parents proud, I am nothing but an accident, spending most of my time on a military base in Washington DC. My parents didn't want to help me pay for college, like they did for my sister, so I decided to join the military a year ago after I graduated from high school.

My sister is perfect in all kinds of ways, she's everything I am not and she has an eye on someone; Sunstreaker. One of Optimus's bests and strongest front liners. He considers himself as the most handsome and beautifulest mech in the universe. I wish more people agreed to that. I sighed as I stared at Sunstreaker's holoform, sitting across the cafeteria. Like every morning, he was sitting on his own, eating toast with bacon and scrambled eggs. His twin joined him sometimes, but he's not as early as his brother. I bit my lip. He reached for his cup of coffee and took a sip. I've been crushing on that mech all my life. I never had the courage to talk to him or say hi.

I rested my head on my hand while tapping on the table with my other hand in annoyance as my sister, (s/n) strode in. She waved her long (h/c) behind her before taking a seat at Sunny's table. I always felt jealous when she did that, showing off her beauty. Wish I had her gens. I wouldn't be the underdog if I would look just a little bit more like her. 'You're staring again.' I jolted. Jazz smirked as he joined me and followed my gaze. 'Why don't you just go talk to him?' I shrugged and looked down at the table. 'Because Sunstreaker is perfect and I am not.' Jazz laughed. 'He's not perfect. No one is.' His words didn't smooth my concerns and jealously are all.

'No, my sister is more into him than I am anyway.'

I waved my hand to brush it off. 'Yeah, is that true?' I gazed at him. 'I think you know more about Sunshine than she does.' He gestured at my sister. 'She might be three years older and be 'perfect' in your eyes, who says you're not perfect either?' He questioned. 'You have a slim body, you're smart, you know a lot abo it our race, okay, maybe a little shorter but who cares? Height doesn't matter! Look at me. I am tiny in comparison with mechs like Optimus and Ironhide. They tease me all the time. If that's bothering you—' I cut him off. 'No, no... it's not my height. It's just... you know...' I gestured at my sister again. 'If I am 'perfect' in your eyes, why does no one like me? Why do I get bullied, yelled at and shamed by my family. Why do I not matter?'

Jazz didn't reply. 'I am clumsy and a shame to my family.' I drew some circles on the table with my finger. 'Little bit clumsy but it's makes you cute.' I gave him a look. 'I drove Ratchet and Ironhide crazy the other day. I thought they would jump of a cliff. I just wanted to help but every time I try...' I didn't finish my sentence. 'Hey...' Jazz laid his hand on my shoulder. 'Don't be so hard on yourself. You're doing just fine,' he assured. I faked a smile and nodded.

I looked back at my sister. She's an art student. Precisely Sunstreaker's interest as well. He's an artist. He could talk about it for hours. While my sister is able to make hyper realistic portraits, I can't even draw a cat or horse. I can't draw, no matter how badly I tried, I keep failing. After I figured out Sunstreaker liked art, I started drawing more, but it looks horrible. I bit my lip before I got up. 'I see you later, Jazz.' I waved him off and walked off. I can't wat h my sister one minute longer. It would annoy me too much.

The next day, I was a little late, but still in time. On the table, where Sunstreaker always used to sit, I saw his sketchbook. I looked around before I picked it up. Even the cover is bloody perfect. I traced my fingers tips over the painting he made on the cover before I gently flipped through some pages. Not just beautiful drawings but also a lot of studies, sketched and doodles. A smile crept up on my face before I closed it and took it. I'll give it back to Sunstreaker... eventually. After I used it to learn from it. I wanted to know how he drew things.

After my training and showering, I settled in my room, attempting to recreate his drawings. Obviously, I didn't had the right supplies for it. I only owned some cheap pencils from Wallmark while Sunstreaker owns Copic markers, Fabercastell pencils and Bristol paper. The paper of his sketchbook, felt much more, nice and thick, and above all: deliciously smooth and had a beautiful crispy white color to it. Unlike mine but it's fine. I kept myself occupied for days, trying to draw the portraits like he had done, but realized I had to give it back to Sunstreaker eventually. It belongs to him.

I strolled through the halls, his sketchbook tightly against my chest. What am I even going to say to him? I slowed down and eventually stopped. He probably doesn't know me. My face dropped. If I don't make a good first impression, he'll maybe never like me. While I was debating with myself, I hadn't noticed someone behind me until the person cleared his throat. 'Oh, I am so sorry, I am blocking the door—' I cut myself off. Sunstreaker crossed his muscular arms. 'Oh...' my lips couldn't form the right words. 'Is that my sketchbook?' He pointed at it. 'No...'

'Looks like it,' he added. 'I mean... yes, this is your sketchbook. I was about to return it to you. Yeah, I found it and wanted to give it back,' I said. 'Oh, really? It's been kost for four days I believe. Took you a long time to return it to me then,' he said and held out his hand. I sucker in a breath. 'I couldn't find you...' I whispered. He hummed and passed, opening the door. 'I draw too.' He turned again. 'You do?' I nodded. 'Yeah, just like my sister. (S/n)?' I asked. He ohh'ed. 'You are her sister?' I shrugged. 'Yeah... she never mentioned me?' I asked. He shook his head. 'I am three years younger... I guess the annoying little sister I mocked.

'I like Leonardo da Vinci.'

He turned around again. 'Oh, seriously?' I nodded rapidly. 'Yes, I like his work. It's really... beautiful.' Sunstreaker studied me for a moment. I knew he liked artists like Leonardo da Vinci as well. 'What's your favorite work of him?' He questioned. 'I uh—' I cut myself off. 'I don't have a specific painting. I like them all,' I said. 'But Mona Lisa is a master piece. I mean... for someone of the 16th century...' I trailed off. Sunstreaker slightly tilted his head before he bend over to my ear. 'Sweetspark, he died in 1519.' A dark blush crept up on my face. 'That's what I meant...' I yelled after him but Sunstreaker already walked off. I sighed and facepalmed. 'Stupid,' I growled. 'Nice one, sis.' (S/n) patted my back. 'You don't know anything about art so maybe you should stop trying before you embarras yourself  even more,' she laughed. I didn't respond and looked down at the floor while she walked off.

I caught Sunstreaker three days later and took a sprint. 'I knew he died in 1519. I was just... I was thinking about another artist. I mixed it up, but I knew,' I stated. 'Yeah? You did?' He asked. I nodded firmly. 'I did...' I stated. 'Which artist were you thinking about?' He questioned. 'I was thinking about michelangelo buonarroti,' I stated. 'Ah, sure you did, expect that he died in 1564.' I sighed. 'You don't know anything about art, do you?' He asked. 'I do... I can draw.' He halted. 'No, you don't.' He walked off and left me standing in the hallway.

That evening, I heard a knock on my door. I expected my sister again. I opened up. 'Sunstreaker?' He leaned against the doorway. 'So... your drawings... you got me curious,' he said. I gulped. 'Y-yeah... of course...' I let him in. 'But they're not as good as yours,' I stated. He waved his hand. 'No one can beat the best.' He smirked a little while closing the door behind him. I grabbed my sketchbook and handed it to him. He flipped through some pages. 'This is uh... pretty cat.'

'Its a dog...'

I sighed and sat down. 'It's not bad.' I gazed up at him. 'Maybe... I am trying to be nice,' he said. I smiled softly. 'You don't have too. I know I suck at drawing,' I whispered. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. 'I can teach you if you'd like.' I started smiling. 'Really?' He nodded and shrugged. 'I usually don't help humans, but I'll make an expectation for you,' he said. I started smiling and nodded excitedly. He got up. 'Just you know... you are perfect, or at least... for me you are.'

I blinked. He was giving me a compliment and he never praised anyone, not even my sister and secondly, he found me perfect. 'Really?' He nodded. 'I left my sketchbook on purpose, I knew you would find it.' I snorted and got up as well. 'So, you'd like to see me tonight? My room at 7?' He asked. I nodded rapidly. Sunstreaker leaped in and kissed my cheek. 'Don't be late on your first date,' he whispered before he left my room.