My second attempt at fanfics... Please be nice!! (Sweats nervously)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT AND THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS OF THIS FANFIC.
As usual, Transformers are in human disguise... and in this story, the POV's change from time to time; when it's in 1st person POV, it's in the point of the main girl(my OC), Lizzy. And if it's not, well... it's just in 3rd person POV. So please, enjoy.
Memories
Lizzy, when you've grown and can think for yourself… you will meet someone who'll care for you, be with you, and love you just like Daddy and Mummy do. The one who is your 'lost half'.
When, Mummy?When?
Someday, when you're tall almost as Mummy is… there. You see? You're still too short, only up to Mummy's chest.
Ehhh… I can grow taller! I'll be taller even than Daddy!
Oh, sweetie. You still have much growing to do.
Mummy, when I meet that person, how will I know if that person is the right person?
You have nose, don't you? When Lizzy meets your lost half, you'll know him because he'll smell of wind- fresh, gentle, and nice.
Why wind, Mummy? Why can't it be bubblegum? I like bubblegum smell better.
That's because Mummy fell in love with Daddy because of Daddy's windy scent. The smell was how Mummy knew Daddy was Mummy's lost half. That's why Daddy's so nice and loving. People who smell of wind, darling, are all good and kind.
I don't understand, Mummy.
You'll soon enough, Lizzy. You'll soon enough…
10 years later –
Ah! There he was! I could smell him! The 'one', the 'lost half of mine' that my mother told me about when I was young. The faint scent of wind got stronger as I approached him- no, as I ran and raced to reach him. Just a little farther. Just a little-
"Hey!" I almost shouted as I grabbed his arm, panting breathlessly. I could feel him turning around to face me. I couldn't see his face, but I imagined him to be frowning. He was quiet. After catching a few breaths, I managed to speak to him.
"Hi," I said, a little more shyly now that he had actually stopped and paid attention to listen, "My name is Lizzy, Lizzy Diane Ashford. I'm seventeen. I've been looking and waiting for you for ten years. I can bake and play pianos, and I don't mean to brag, but people say I can sing pretty well as well. Would you like to listen?"
"No," was his obviously unimpressed, flat response. Well, I'd expected that.
He turned and snatched his arm out of my hand, which was when I realized that I was still holding him. I could feel blood rushing to my face. I grabbed a handful of his jacket-it was a jacket he was wearing, right?- in effort to stop him.
"Please," I pleaded, "I know just how much I'll seem strange and crazy to you, but please, listen to me. W-we just can't walk past each other like this, you know,"
He didn't say anything. I could feel him staring at me as if I was a nutcase or something else worse. I swallowed my pride and grabbed him more desperately.
"If you're busy now- then please, could you at least tell me your name? And your age, if possible?"
"… The name's Jazz," he spoke, and his voice was like a Chopin's Petitchien in my ears- light, lively, and intriguing, "And I'm much older then you are, kid."
With that, he pulled himself out of my hands and walked away. I could hear his footsteps: light and musical, just like his voice. I knew that I didn't give him a very good first impression; rather, I probably only succeeded in making him think that I was a mentally retarded girl. But I didn't care. I stood in the street, all of my senses and thoughts focused on him. No, not him. Jazz. That was his name. I'd call him by his name, because he was the one who'd care for me, be with me, and love me. I had waited for him and searched for him, and loved him with all my heart ever since my mother told me about him. For ten years. Ever since I lived in London, England, and came to this unknown town of Tranquility, America, I have always kept Mother's words close to my heart.
I had finally found my lost half, the one I'll be with for the rest of my life.
Jazz, the first-lieutenant of Autobots and the right-hand soldier of esteemed Supreme Commander Optimus Prime, slightly crinkled his finely arched eyebrows. The girl had just came up to him and told him that they weren't supposed to 'walk past each other like this', out of nowhere. Jazz smiled to himself at what she said about herself; that she could bake and play music.
Was she just playing stupid jokes on me or was she just simply mad? Jazz wondered, remembering her wavy chestnut-colored hair and small frame. She was wearing a huge pair of sunglasses; was she trying to protect her eyes from the sun as well? He didn't know, and wasn't interested in it. He himself wore sunglasses too, except that he wore them for protection and concealment of his eyes.
"She's just mad, that's all," he muttered to himself.
What he didn't know couldn't possibly hurt him; could it?
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