Author's Note: Hello to whoever is reading this! This is my first story on this site (and on any site really) and I hope you enjoy it. I appreciate reviews, especially constructive criticism. Let me tell you, I'm far from perfect when it comes to writing works of literature and I am still figuring out how to use this website. If I make any mistakes concerning the details of the fandom (like who does what and where and when) then please let me know! I like to avoid errors as much as possible. I do hope the format of this story is alright, hopefully I'll figure out how to do all of this soon. Please enjoy and review! Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers (lol I wish I did) I only own my OC's which are currently Elizabeth and Hayden.

My life, just like countless other human beings, started out normally (I know, cliche, right). I had a normal family, a normal job (if you ask me, it was a fairly nice job), and an all around normal schedule. I had hopes, dreams, aspirations,… etc. I was an independent woman who didn't need no man *snaps fingers in Z formation*.

Of course I didn't ask for all of this to happen! Granted, if you were faced with the decisions I had to make you probably would have gone about them differently. I can understand that completely. However, when you are in the moment and it is actually happening, you can be damn well sure you're gonna mess up. A lot.

So pardon me for all of my mistakes I make while we go over my tragic and possibly Mary-Sueish life. You have been warned.

Alright let's start at my stories beginning.

Because it's all about me from here on out.

My arm is dead.

I sat up in bed and performed a thorough autopsy of the ligament.

Turns out I had just slept on it wrong. Phew. I shake it like a Polaroid picture, expecting it to return to normal. All I get in return is this feeling of a thousand pins and needles poking the entirety of my arm. Right, this is how my morning is going to start.

I roll out of bed and check my alarm clock which reads 6:02, 28 minutes before my alarm is set to go off.

Alright, I can go to sleep for another half an hour or I can get a head start on the day so that I won't be rushed later on… The first option is definitely the most appealing...

I decide to walk to the bathroom and start my morning, after I turn off my alarm clock. I don't need to have that hellish machine scaring the crap outta me when I'm dressing. Again.

I hiss when I feel the cold tiles on floor of the bathroom under my feet. That is a feeling that is hard to get used to, lemme tell you. While my toes adjust to the temperature of the tiles I plug my phone into the stereo and turn on my playlist.

I must admit, I am a pretty amazing singer. And you cannot testify against that considering this is a book and not a movie, so ha.

While I brush my teeth to the rhythm of Umbrella by Rihanna, I check my phone for any new texts because I am such a popular person as you will soon come to learn. I stare disappointingly at my screen and set it back down on the table. Let's just forget about that...

What? Skip the boring parts of the beginning of my day? How rude of you to ask, but I feel nice this morning so I will comply.

After my (apparently boring) morning routine I sit at the squat rack in my local gym and contemplate if I want to torture myself with ten more reps or make my way over to the dumbbell rack for the third part of my workout. Out of the corner of my eye I spot a person making his way over to me.

If it's that stalker that calls himself Jay-Z I'm gonna scream...

"Hey its rude to holds spots for other people, girlie."

I don't bother turning around to see who was speaking to me, it was obvious who it was.

"Whatever do you mean by that?" I said with no small amount of sarcasm. I hear him chuckle.

"What, it can't be you squatting 255. How much do you even weigh? 120? 130-"

I stand up and punch Jay in the gut before he can finish his sentence, then proceed to walk off to the dumbbell rack and pick up a couple 30's. Hopefully he'll take the hint.

I don't have time to flirt and get swole at the same time.

"Hey now, that's no way to treat your gym partner-" Seeing as he did not take the hint, I put on my headphones before he can finish his sentence as an attempt to ignore him. Why does he have to show up every morning at the same time as me? It's like he wants to get punched in the gut. Granted, any touch by me is a blessing in itself but come on, after a few hundred punches you gotta take a hint.

Mumbling was all I heard behind Stronger by Kanye West. The famous dude was arrogant but he can rap with the best of them.

I continue to curl, my biceps burning in the process. I look up at the gym clock mid curl and realize it's time to start my cool down routine. I glance behind my shoulder and notice my gym stalker is gone.

Jay is alright to talk to sometimes, like when I'm on my rest period and not trying to workout. He's around six feet tall with a pretty muscular build, so It's not like I want to heave my protein shake every time I look at him. I can appreciate a good looking man when I see one, don't get me wrong.

After a quick cool down and 15 minutes of yoga, I slump my athletic pack over my shoulder and head out to my car. My phone suddenly starts vibrating in my pack. I set it down and unzip the top compartment, retrieving my cell. I glance at the caller. Its Hayden, my best pal.

"Hey what's up?" I zip my backpack shut again and make my way back to my car, the phone between my cheek and shoulder.

"We still on for lunch, Liz?" She inquires. I nod, then realize she can't see me.

"Yep. Noon at the same place, as always."

"Alright. See you there Ms. Fahrenheit."

"That's not even close to my name! Why do you persist on calling me that?"

"I dunno, maybe on the account you can sing like Freddie Mercury?"

Told you. My face contorts into a smile and I chuckle.

"Why thank you Hay-"

"And you look like him too," She interrupts. I glare at the pavement.

"Ha, Ha. You're quite the comedian." I hear her laugh at my words. She thinks she's funny but we all know her jokes are about as old and used as the pavement I'm walking on. I grab my keys from my backpack and look up to unlock the car, and I spot the most gorgeous car next to mine. Like hot damn.

"Ok WOW." I marvel at the luxury car in front of me. It's a silver Pontiac Solstice with not a scratch on the paint job.

"What is it, Liz?" I hear Hayden say over the phone. I gawk at the car for a second before responding.

"Yeah I'm looking at a nice freaking car right now."

"What kind?"

"Silver Pontiac Solstice." I respond as my feet seem to gravitate towards the car.

"Dang. Do you think someone new is signing up for a gym membership?"

"I don't think so, which is why I'm wondering why I haven't seen this sexy freaking car before-"

"That's because I normally don't park here." A voice spoke up behind me. I jump a little at the sound and my phone loses its place from under my cheek. It hits the pavement, effectively ending my call with Hayden, and ends up underneath the Porsche.

I sigh heavily and lower my bag so that I may maneuver under the car and attempt to grab the phone.

"No that's alright," the voice starts up behind me, his voice sounding a little frantic, " I can pick it up-"

"It's fine I'll do it," I mean I'm already under the car does he want me to get up- OW frick I forgot pavement didn't feel amazing on bare elbows. Yeah it doesn't help that it's hot as frick outside so there goes the skin on my thighs. Goodbye thigh skin I'll miss you.

I'm not being dramatic. Shut up.

I pick up my phone and shift to scoot from under the car, but my head hits the underside of the vehicle. I hiss in pain and my hand shoots up to protect myself from the hard metal momentarily thinking the car attacked me. But realization dawns pretty quickly, and yep I'm just clumsy as hell. Then something odd happens… I feel the car shudder from under my hand.

"What the hell?!" My hand shoots away and I slither seemingly faster than a snake from under the car. The Porsche just freaking shuddered because I freaking touched it. I probably broke something gosh danggit.

"Hey man your car is either possessed and I just molested it or I'm imagining things." I say as I stand up and dust myself off. I do a double take when I notice it's Jay who's standing behind me. (shocker)

"Huh that's weird," He responds, looking a little flustered but quickly recovering, "Is your phone alright?"

I shrug and turn the phone around in my hands.

"There's a couple of scratches but nothing too major. Again with the car though-"

"I'm sure it's nothing lil' lady, no need to worry your pretty head about it," he says and smiles sweetly. I eye him cautiously. He thinks I'm an idiot. Of course he does. I get a couple dudes like this who automatically assume that because I have golden blonde hair I'm tour guide barbie with only my high school diploma to show.

"Alright…" I give the car the benefit of the doubt, on account of I wanna get home and eat.

I pick up my bag and set down my things in the Rav 4's passenger seat. When I walk around the front to get in the driver's seat I look up and notice Jay just standing and staring off into space. What a weirdo.

I drove off while blasting some Queen on the car stereo, making me forget about the interesting set of events that just took place.

I know what you're thinking.

Obviously I was just paranoid and my mind played tricks on me, making me believe that something was up with the sexy car. Yes I will let you believe that for now, for ignorance can be bliss. You know, I thought so as well without realizing it.

But come on, we all know why you're here. You're intrigued by my amazing personality and good looks (just assume I'm good looking). And if you're not reading because of that then lemme tell ya, shits about to hit the fan.

Author's Note: I still need to figure out how I'm going to do these 'Author's Notes' things so bear with me. Anyways, that's the end of the first chapter! Its pretty short, I know, but don't worry chapters will (hopefully) be larger with steady updates. Thank you for reading!