OLOBA: The Light Was Yellow, Sir (26)
Title: OLOBA: The Light Was Yellow, Sir (26)
Author: me
Rated R (for now)
Disclaimer: shit, if you don’t know I don’t own these dudes after 25 chapters, you got a glitch somewhere.
Characters/Pairings: Mikaela, Jazz, Frenzy, OFC, Ensemble cast
Feedback: loved, but not required.
Sorry for the long-ass wait, you know how it is. i gotta quit writing such long chapters. lol
(26)
Jazz was one persistent son of a bitch, I’d give him that. He’d let me sleep well past two hours, and I then had to rush like mad shit to get cleaned up for work, with him trailing around behind me in mech and holo forms, trying to convince me otherwise. I finally had to round on him and tell him to more or less piss off. I understood where he was coming from, he was just being protective and all… but goddamn it, I’ve been a grown girl for a long time and I can bloody well take care of myself, and something as small as a fender bender (sort of) wasn’t about to stop me from getting my shit done. I told him the same, and he thought otherwise. It was the first time we yelled at each other.
I took a cab to work.
There were a few questions and more than few strange looks throughout my shift, the most adamant being from the manager (who threatened to take out the ‘bastard who hit me’ til I told him to take it up with the lamp post on Fifth…) and the red-headed waitress with the weird looking motorcycle who I hadn’t learned the name of yet. I supposed the big purple bruise on my forehead helped wrench sympathy-money from the customers, and I wasn’t about to refuse it. I had a car to fix now.
Jazz was waiting for me outside when my shift was over, idling under a street lamp so I’d be sure to see him. I slumped against the wall, groaning. Great. The boss had offered me a ride and now I’d have to tell him ‘no’… because if I didn’t, I’d have one pissed off Autobot sitting in my garage. Just fucking great.
So I made my excuses to the boss, telling him a buddy just got here and I’d be gettin’ home with them, and wordlessly climbed into the idling Autobot. Jazz’s hologram was scowling out the window at my boss, who looked a little doubtful again that my bruising came from a car accident. I smiled and waved as gaily as I could just to relieve him a little bit and he seemed to believe it enough to get into his own car.
As Jazz burnt rubber out of the small parking lot I had to smile a little to myself, thinking about my new co-workers. The job itself may suck, but the people were already pretty fun to work with, and even after only two shifts, I’d found a couple that I’d not mind sharing a beer with sometime. The possibility of quitting the pre-bake warehouse gig seemed more and more doable if things kept going the way they were at the bar.
Despite Jazz’s silent displeasure permeating his interior, I found myself soothed by the rhythmic sway of him and the low music he had playing, not to mention his comfortable seats, and conked out before we’d gotten halfway home.
I didn’t wake up again til noon, and that was only because Mikaela burnt something in the kitchen and set off the smoke detector. Idly wondering how the hell I got upstairs and under my blankets, I shuffled my ass into the kitchen, still wearing last night’s clothes and my aviators, and beheld my sister frantically waving smoke out the window with a tea towel.
“Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“And here I thought you knew how to cook.” I said, plopping onto one of the barstool-style chairs and watching with a tired grin as my sister kept waving the towel around and coughing.
“I…*cough*…wanted to…*hack*… make breakfast.” She said guiltily. So while she kept waving smoke out I lit a few candles to get rid of the smell, took a couple painkillers, then helped her with the inevitable fallback breakfast: pancakes. We giggled at her cooking skills throughout breakfast and talked about work. I kept the shitty parts to myself and told her a bit about my coworkers, and she excitedly told me about meeting up with Sam this afternoon. I grinned… she was so totally in love with that kid, it was really sweet. I envisioned wedding bells and nieces and nephews in the future, all with a big yellow ‘uncle’ to watch over them. Little boys with Mikki’s blue eyes and Sam’s scruffy hair running around asking for ‘Uncle B.B.’ I mentally wibbled.
Mikaela sent me off like a nagging mother telling me to shower and get changed before I scared the neighbours, and cleaned up the kitchen herself, much to my gratitude.
And yes, I had noticed the new Autobot roommate hadn’t made his usual morning (err, afternoon) appearance as of yet, but at the moment, I didn’t care. If he was going to sit there in a snit because I had to actually work for a living, he could just stay that way. With all the shit going on this week the last thing I wanted to worry about is the pouting Autobot who just couldn’t seem to get… ahhh, hell with it.
By the time I was back out in the kitchen, clean and relatively human looking, Mikaela’d finished tidying up and was chilling out reading a chemistry textbook. “When’s the final?”
“Wednesday.” She answered without looking up.
“Anything before that?”
She shook her head. “I think the new guys are gonna show up soon too, so I wanna get some studying in before then.”
Smart girl. Hell, if they did show up, and if I were in her position, there’s no goddamn way I’d be able to focus on studying.
She took a sip from her empty cup of coffee, frowned and got up to refill, “Speaking of Autobots…” She trailed off when she got a good look at me and grinned, “You look like you got half a frowny face on your forehead.”
Note to self: Find your bandana. Or just stay in all day. “Get me a marker and I’ll put a couple eyeballs up there…” I poured us both coffee and sat with her a moment. “So when you meetin’ up with Captain Underpants?”
Mikaela’s head dropped into her textbook. “Oh god, I almost forgot about that! Now I’m gonna be picturing him in his boxers all day.”
“Like that’s a bad thing?” I teased. She flicked an elastic band at me. “So…?”
“In about twenty minutes.” She stopped, took a sip of her coffee, and grinned evilly at me. “So, you gonna talk to Mr. Boneable today?”
I’m sure they could hear the thwack of my head hitting the table in New York. It didn’t help the bruising one bit either. “Owfuck.”
Mikaela grinned but didn’t let me distract her. “Cause, you know, I’m not deaf, and you two squabble like old people. Don’t think I haven’t noticed him pouting in the living room all morning…”
A very stringent voice bellowed “I’m not pouting!” from the living room, and Mikaela smirked.
“Are too!” She called back.
“Am not!”
She waved dismissively and continued, “So whatever the hell you two are arguing about, get the hell over it.”
“We’re not arguing. He’s just being a bitch.”
“Hey!”
“You are!”
“I AM NOT!” Jazz’s holo fizzled into life right behind me, livid. “You’re just bein’ stubborn.” A finger poked me in the shoulder.
“No, I’m being realistic; it’s YOU that’s being stubborn.” I spun in my chair to face him, and paused. “When the hell did you get dreadlocks?”
The unexpected question threw him off and he made the most ridiculous mid-breath-for-a-yell face, then he deflated. And somehow he still looked good. The new ‘do suited him, long dreads half tied back, the rest dangling over his shoulders… Rawr! If I had any weakness with men’s hair, it was dreadlocks. Damn him. How the hell am I supposed to be pissy with him when he looks lickable!
My sister’s annoyingly smug grin got me back on track. “Uhh, never mind that.” Resist grabbing his hair and fondling it. Resist! “The world doesn’t stop cause I got a headache.”
“YA WRAPPED YER CAR AROUND A LAMP POST!” Jazz nearly yelled, making Mikaela jump and me to stand.
“You’re exaggerating!”
He poked me in the forehead and I winced. “Is that exaggeratin’?”
“It’s just a bruise!”
Mikaela huffed. “Oh for god’s sake, will you two just bone and get it over with!”
The kitchen went dead silent as Jazz and I turned incredulous stares over to my fuming sister.
For a moment, all we did is stare… then Jazz looked at me, I looked at him, and we both smiled.
At least there’s one thing we can agree on…
“Why, you wanna tape it?” Jazz asked Mikki.
I pretended to think really hard. “I think I have a video camera in my room somewhere…”
“Oooh, and Bee has that collection of 70’s porn soundtracks…”
I addressed Mikaela, “When’s he showin’ up again?”
HONK!
Jazz and I grinned wider, much to Mikaela’s horror, and said simultaneously, “There he is!”
“Noooo!”
…It’s unfailingly amusing to watch my sister flee.
“Whaaaat? It was your idea!”
She grabbed her purse and was out of the kitchen, streaking for the door in seconds. Me and Jazz had a good laugh for about half a minute before we realized we were now alone together.
Suddenly very uncomfortable, with our proximity to each other (nearly chest to chest from our arguing) and really not wanting to start yelling again, I turned away and grabbed up my coffee. I heard him sigh behind me.
Without a word to each other we went our separate ways, him to… where ever he went, me to my study.
If there was one safe haven in this joint, it was my study. Dimly lit, furnished with a comfy couch and a good reading chair, and walls stacked high with everything from physics textbooks to erotic fiction, it was the only room I could just completely relax in. It even had a bar fridge in the corner. It was my hidey hole. I shut the door tightly behind me, put my coffee down, slammed a mix tape of bluesy stuff into the player, and slumped in my reading chair.
Hell, I couldn’t even really remember why I was mad. Mostly cause Jazz was being pissy and unreasonable….and I knew damn well I was over-reacting to it. I knew myself well enough to know I was hot-tempered little bitch sometimes… and the most reaction Jazz’s over-protectiveness should have garnered was maybe extreme annoyance, but goddamn it, I’d been taking care of myself just fine for the past, oh, 20+ years, and now, what, some dude I barely know is crawling up my ass if I get a booboo? Uh uh, don’t think so. He’d been on my ass all week and it frayed my last nerve to have him bitch at me all the fuckin’ time.
Ahhhh, quit thinking about it and read something.
I leaned over, blasted my music, and grabbed the nearest book…then sent it flying when Jazz burst into the room.
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as usual, continued in part two
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