So for a long time I've been a fan of AutobotGuy710's stories and others like his! I decided to try my hand at a story like his and others that involve one of the bots taking in a kid! So...Ta-da! This story was born XD

This, at the moment, is just a test chapter to see what everyone thinks of the main character and if they'd like to read more! So please let me know what you think of this first chap! Also, I haven't decided on which bot will be the one to take in the OC, so please tell me what 'bot you would like to see in this story as the main bot! Doesn't matter if they died in a series or movie, any 'bot is fair game, so please share your opinions on that!

Also, the main OC has been raised and lives in (at this moment in the story) on one of the islands of Hawaii, so there will be some Pidgin (hawaiian language) slang in this story! But never fear, I will ensure that any chapter that has Pidgin words will have the necessary translations! If there is someone who reads this and knows Pidgin and I wrote some stuff wrong, I'm sorry DX I did my best!

Disclaimer's on my prof.!

Translations for slang words in the Hawaiian Language, Pidgin:

Aznuts- "That's crazy"

Brah/Braddah - Bro/Brother (can also be used to casually refer to someone when you talk to them)

Howzit - "How are you?"

Lolo Buggah - Crazy guy/girl

Moke - Someone (usually of Hawaiian ancestry, but not always) who participates in a certain sport(s), such as surfing

Hawaiian Time - (Not really slang. If someone's running on Hawaiian time, it means they run about fifteen minutes late)

Talking Story - Casual conversation, chatting

Malihini - Newcomer/ new to the island

High Maka Maka - Stuck up/High maintenance

Shaka - Cool/Excellent (in the one case it's used in this chap, its meant as "cool")

Shoots - Yes (agree on something)

Enjoy and please review!

Koa started his day like any other: at an ungodly early hour.

But, as the local High School was closed down, it wasn't like he had to worry about falling asleep during class or anything, he could spend today however he wanted. And for him, how he wanted to spend the day was in the sam way as usual: go explore the nearby tide pools for anything picture worthy and wait for some waves worth surfing to come in. It was a day worthy of kings, in Koa's opinion.

So it was at the bright and early time of five-forty-five in the morning that Koa had grabbed his backpack and his old-as-dirt polaroid camera before he slipped out of the orphanage, feet as bare as the day he'd been born. Sneaking into the small shed around back, Koa quickly grabbed his surfboard before taking off down the dirt path just beyond the shed.

The orphanage itself was only a scant ten minute run from one of the more secluded pieces of Kaua'i's shore, and so Koa reached his destination quickly. A wide smile pulled at the teen's lips as he reached a small but sharp sandy incline that led to the beach. He slid down easily, and felt a gratifying sense of satisfaction as his toes dug into the slowly warming sand of the shore. A few yards away the tide was slowly pulling back, the cold and salty water eating away at the sand below it. A short distance to Koa's left, a large conglomerate of volcanic rocks served as a prime spot to find tide pools, and was also Koa's first destination of the morning.

Tanned feet padded along the sandy shore quickly and, setting his board down beside the rocky edge, Koa hoisted himself up onto the rocks, ignoring how they scraped against his legs and slightly snagged at his boarding shorts. Standing once more, the boy carefully picked his way over, reaching the first tide pool. Koa dropped down to his knees and peered into the miniature ecosystem, his eyes meeting his own reflection.

Even in the still sprouting light of dawn, Koa's reflection in the shallow pool of water was clear. Unlike most of those on Kaua'i, who had dark hair and brown eyes, Koa had a shock of messy, bleach blonde hair that reached to his jaw and bright grey eyes that, unless one looked closely, could've nearly sworn they were silver. The only thing Koa had that was at all like the others of the island was that his skin was tanned, though not even to the degree of the others in Kapaa. His looks, coupled with his staggering height of five-foot-eleven at the mere age of fifteen, made him stick out like a sore thumb.

He was different here. He always had been, ever since the government had plucked him from a less-than-exemplary home and dropped him here, in likely the most uncrowded orphanage in the world. Not that he was complaining, it meant less kids stared at him and whispered. Being one of the only kids in the orphanage meant no one ever really called him a giant or thought he was an adult (no need to rush things, he was only fifteen, he should be allowed to enjoy his childhood in peace, in Koa's opinion).

Frowning, Koa forced himself to look past his reflection and instead at the contents of the tide pool. No sense in mulling over what you couldn't change, after all.

The boy's frown gave way to a smile as he found several tiny inhabitants in the pool. A starfish the size of the tip of his thumb, a snail that was just as big and a crab that wasn't even the size of his fist. Aside from that, though, there was only some sand and a few shards of broken shells. Nothing all too new or interesting, but a welcome and familiar sight all the same. Still, he was quick to move on.

As he continued with his morning routine, Koa could almost pretend that everything was normal. But it wasn't. There was still that tenseness in the air, that fear.

Two days before, around four-thirty in the afternoon, a rogue Decepticon of all things had torn through town.

It had been over a decade since the existence of the Cybertronian race had come to light, and roughly seven years since the Decepticons had been driven off. And things were good between the Human race and Cybertronians. More Cybertronians who had been scattered to that stars during the war had finally arrived, several cities had been built for their kind, and both races worked side by side in relative peace. It was strange for a stray Decepticon to appear and cause trouble, especially around a place as small as one of Hawaii's islands like Kaua'i.

The Decepticon (for even in its alt mode of a jet, that was surely what the mech was, with the familiar purple insignia on his wing) had blasted through town. The mech hadn't stopped, hadn't gone out of his way to kill people, but his enormous wingspan had done a good amount of property damage, and it was a wonder that only a few had been seriously injured. And then, as quickly as he'd come, the Decepticon had vanished into the deep, vast woodlands beyond the small city of Kapaa.

It had all happened so fast that at first no one was quite sure what had happened. One moment everything had been ordinary, then the next there were dozens of buildings and power-lines damaged. The City Hall building had lost a wall and a good chunk of its roof, while a third of Kapaa's High School building was caved in. several shops had shattered windows and toppled shelves from the near bone-shattering pressure that had come from the jet-formed 'con. For hours, Kapaa had been without power, the 'cons wings having severed through power-lines and, much to the disappointment of the local children, Kapaa's favored playground was now nothing more than a pile or rusted metal bars, collapsed plastic slides and knotted swing chains.

Those with the most severe injuries had suffered broken bones. Most of the injuries that had been received, however, were mostly concussions, sprained ankles and wrists and the sprinkling of colorful bruises and cuts. All in all, the first 'con attack that hadn't resulted in casualties.

But it hadn't seemed like an attack was the weird thing. The 'con had just...Appeared and then vanished, like ripple on water.

And everyone in Kapaa was worried. No one saw the Decepticon leave the thick and unmapped woodlands, which meant he was probably still lurking around somewhere. Koa had heard that in response to this threat, some of the Autobots themselves were going to visit and search the island.

Koa had never met an Autobot before. He wondered if he could manage to get a picture of one of them while they were on the island...

So lost in his thoughts, Koa hadn't noticed that by now the sun had almost completely passed the horizon. The air was quickly warming up, and a good, stiff breeze was coming in. It was going to be a good day to surf, Koa could already tell. He'd lived in the orphanage here for almost ten years, by now he knew how to read the signs.

Far above in the slowly lighting sky, a seagull drifted on the strong air currents that were bound to bring in waves from the ocean.

A flash from a polaroid camera caught the bird in it's moment among the cloudless sky.

Lowering his camera, Koa took the photo that slid out, waving it quickly to speed its develop before peering at the picture. A wide smile pulled at the boy's lips.

"Another perfect snapshot by the famous Koa Kaimana!" He joked, his laughter being carried off by the wind. Above, the gull crowed, and Koa frowned playfully at the bird, slipping into the almost natural lilt of Pidgin. "Aznuts, brah!" A tilted grin as he returned to plain English. "This picture's perfect! Who asked you, anyway?"

The bird didn't reply and so Koa, satisfied that he'd won the argument (that admittedly wasn't real), returned the photo and polaroid to his bag. He then moved back to the edge of the rocks, more than ready to wait for the waves.

And it wasn't long before others began to come. It was around seven-fifteen when others of Kapaa's younger population began to wander down to the secluded beach. This particular part of the shore was known to be popular with those around Koa's age, as it provided large, rideable waves without the danger of reefs by the shore or a strong undertow. Koa smiled when Makai, a friend who was in the same class as him, waved over.

"'Sup, braddah? Howzit?" The shorter, brown-haired teen called over to Koa, approaching at a leisurely pace. Koa shrugged casually as he shifted so that he sat facing the approaching male.

"Ah, I'm good, brah, I'm good! You?"

"Same, brah, same." Makai replied, reaching the rocks. He set his board beside Koa's and hopped up onto the rocks with him. "You been out here long, ya lolo buggah?"

The light-hearted teasing made Koa scoff, and he lightly jabbed Makai in the ribs with an elbow.

"Dun' act like ya haven't done worse, braddah." Koa retorted, English words becoming slightly slurred with the lazy curl of Pidgin. "I migh' be a moke, but tha' dusn' mean I run on Hawaiian time."

Makai laughed, slouching to rest his elbows on his knees.

"Whateva' you say, brah."

A companionable silence fell between the two for a moment, both staring out at the ocean. Even sitting, Koa's 5'11" form towered over Makai, despite Makai being older than Koa by a year. Finally, Makai broke the silence.

"Heard some braddah's on th' way here talkin' story 'bout those Autobots. They comin' today, is what they sayin'." Dark brown eyes turned to Koa. "Think they'll act like Human malihini?"

Koa raised a brow at his friend.

"The Autobots? Act like tourists from the mainland?" He asked, reverting from Pidgin to English like the flip of a coin. Laughing, the blonde teen shook his head. "I don't think so. Not when they all were soldiers in a war, they've seen everything I'd bet, even places like Kaua'i."

Makai shrugged, following the transition to English (though, being born and bred on the island, his tone still had a bit of a lax lilt).

"Eh, worth considerin'. Woulda been funny, yah?" Makai glanced back at the ocean. "Maybe if dere ain' any mean waves we can go see if we can meet'em!"

Koa scoffed, looking incredulous.

"Us? Meet the Autobots? As if! We're just kids, and I bet those Autobots are probably all high maka maka!"

"Nah! Get real, brah!" Makai cackled, shoving Koa's shoulder. "Dey seem shaka!"

"No way!" Koa snorted. "That's just on TV, that's all! Now quit dreaming, I think I see a real mean wave coming!"

Makai sighed, shaking his head as Koa pushed himself off the rocks and grabbed his board. Koa was already headed for the water when he called back.

"C'mon Makai!"

"Shoots, Shoots!" Makai called back exasperatedly grabbing his own board. The teen muttered under his breath as he followed Koa to the waves.