You sat in your room of your home. You're the adoptive son of the Darby family, being Jack's brother. Your mother loved you, but Jack always just... acted like you were a guest more than a brother. You looked down at your hands, your heart crushed. The past month you've had a crush on yours and Jack's protector, Arcee, a Cybertronian, or transformer as they're more commonly known. You all got along normally. That was until you finally confessed to Arcee and was met with utter disgust. Her words echoed through your mind like a parasite. "Are you out of your mind?! Hell no! I'm a Cybertronian, and you're a human! In no way shape or form would we ever work. Nonetheless, I'd rather be turned to scrap than date you." Her words bore deep in your mind.

Since then, she's treated you like dirt. She always ignored you. She talks over you when you're speaking. Yells at you when you try to fix what happened between you. Leaves you when you're supposed to be taken to the Autobot base. Hell, even credits Jack for stuff you accomplish. Then, one day after being inspired by Optimus and asking Ratchet where Arcee went, you went to the top of the base to see Jack and Arcee kissing, even though she said humans and Cybertronians would never work. Your stomach churned at the memory as your dinner sat beside you on your bedside table, going cold. A small knock was heard on your door as it was pushed open lightly by your adoptive mother, June.

"Are you okay sweetie?" She asked, her tone soft and laced with worry.