Work. 1.0

Ember stared out after Megatron, following him into the ever so familiar conference room, as she called it. Her mate always shook his head at her wonder for humans and their terminology. As they walked down multiple corridors, the time spent was in silence. She frowned, never one for bathing in silence. She liked to keep the air around her bright and loud, ecstatic and full of chaos.
Megatron on the other hand just enjoyed her love for chaos. ...Except for this one time.
"Megatron, there's something I need to tell you. I was thinking about waiting, since you have a meeting, but I REALLY need to tell you, so-" Ember stopped herself, wishing she had used her processor before her vocalizer. "You know, it can wait." She looked up at her mate, her wings twitching in anticipation. This is usually when he started to yell.
Irritated silence pursued.
"Ah, well I hope you won't be mad if I wait. It's really for the best, dear. I don't want you to fret while you're raiding the world. I should really stop while I'm ahead, shouldn't I?"
Angered and irritated silence pursued.
Ember sulked in the emotion-filled silence offered to her by the warlord. "Could you at least voice your disapproval of me? I don't like the quiet." She knew he was just teasing her, but he blocked off the bond and so it was more difficult to tell exactly what he was deviating.
They finally wound up nearing the door to the conference room, and Megatron abruptly stopped. Ember turned to look up at him, puzzlement written on her face. "What is it? You look as if-"
To stop her babbling, he leaned down to her face, lips meeting hers. "Don't babble during the meeting," was all he said before entering the room before her. When she didn't follow immediately, he inwardly smirked. "Is something wrong, Ember? Have your legs suddenly stopped working? If not then get in here! You're holding things up as usual."
Ember vented air and walked into the room, the door sliding shut behind her. That mech... she thought in exasperation. "That's what you get for holding ME up last night." As Ember took her seat beside Starscream she shot a sly grin at her mate, bringing her pedes up to rest on the table as she pointedly stared at him.
She noticed the Stunticons and the Constructicons staring at her in disbelief, while some of the more "seasoned" warriors simply stared at their leader, waiting for Ember to calm down. Or waiting for Megatron to push her towards a tirade, of course.
"Ember, silence. Now."
The femme frowned before looking up at the ceiling, making a point that she would be ignoring her mate for the remainder of the meeting. Briefing for an energon raid never was her idea of a good time. Ember continued to listen anyway, not wanting to displease her mate, and made a point to bring her pedes off the table, only to kick at Starscream under the table when he wouldn't shut up. Juvenile, yes, but she loved that look Starscream would get on his faceplates.
"Megatron, do you have any idea of what you are talking about? The Autobots will surely-" The second-in-command stopped short of his exclamation, a twisted look of surprise and pain in his ruby optics. Ember casually leaned over in her seat, her hands locked together underneath her chin. "Want to go deeper into that thought, Air Commander?" She smirked as she dug her heel deeper into the mech's leg, digging around for something important to slice open.

Your Time.

So, I'm sitting in my car with a person who's not really there, Stan Bush blasting up my speakers. I miss my Dad, and I'm all alone today. I know I could have gone to the hospital with my Mom, but I'd rather cry in private. Sure he'll be alright, but I'm worried about our jobs. He might get fired.
As much as I hate that place, I'm grateful for a job for my father, mother, sister, and myself.
I could really use you right now Optimus Prime. I need you.

Love you,
-lulu.bell

Failure.

What is it exactly that drives us down the path of failure? What keeps us from finding help, even thought we are screaming it to the world?
I'm sick of being on the roller coaster. I was created to prosper, to live on a wonderful life, and all I am doing is letting my story's beginning suffer. The words that make my earliest memories are being erased, and I can't even remember them. I can barely remember anything before Sophomore year.
I keep ranting and whining about how I have lost so much and how I can't keep myself moving forward. I know I'm weak. I also realize that I can be an astounding leader, and I have to potential to rule the universe. I also see that I need help. Not simply with my teenage angst problems, but with overcoming obstacles and helping me see the best in life.
Yea, a boyfriend.
I feel tiny and insignificant, weak and naive when I say "I want a boyfriend." I realize that I sound like a little teenage girl, and it may not be a boyfriend necessarily, but I want SOMEONE. Yes, I have my family. Yes, I have my friends. I have guys crushing on me. I have drama.
I don't have that someone that I can be CLOSE to. Someone who won't leave me, who will be there, who can cuddle with me. I don't want a little teenage boy who wants some dirty... I want someone who loves me.
Love. What the hell do I know about love?
I know I love Cybertronians. I care for them. I'm loyal to them. I defend them.
So, what's the point of this blog? I like someone.
There.

Love,
-lulu.bell