You worked as a GHOST employee a long time ago, until they started locking up Decepticons without fair trial, doing who knows what to them. You couldn't stand for that, and you resigned, swearing to never work for GHOST again until they freed the 'Cons. Eventually, the prisoners you vouched for were freed when GHOST was taken down. A lot of people didn't really like it, you had to admit, but....you definitely didn't regret it after actually talking face-to-face with one of them. Starscream. Former commander of the Decepticon Army. And total fucking bombshell may you add. One thing led to another, another thing led to 'come stay with me a few days,' and that led to 'come live with me I love you,' and THAT? That led to where you were now. You were at the door of your parents' house, and your way-too-tall partner was in jet form, on the roof of a nearby apartment complex. Why, you may ask? Because it's Thanksgiving. And your parents wanted to meet this Cybertronian boyfriend you had told them so much about. Getting tired of waiting as he usually did, Starscream eventually transformed into his bot mode, standing behind you on the curb with a flare to his stance. His high-pitched, screechy voice was annoying to some, but you liked it. "This seems...idiotic. I still don't like fleshlings. Except for you, I suppose." He added that last part in at the end quicker than the rest of his sentence, almost worried you'd take that the wrong way- not that he would ever admit that.