Author's note: because this is my first fanfiction, I have taken extreme measures to protect myself against flamers.

I have stolen Rebecca's (my friend and fellow co-star) flame-proof suit.

Flamers be warned.

Disclaimer: even though Optimus Prime and Elita-1 are making out on my couch, Megatron and Galvatron are planning the annihilation of my species (and their next date) on my dining room table, and Ratchet is chasing Sunstreaker and Sideswipe through the living room for gluing my little sister to the ceiling, I don't own Transformers.

and so, without further adieu, (or ado?) I present to you FANGIRLS FROM ANOTHER WORLD!

Chapter one

The big bluey-white light of doom

The day started ordinary enough. Abigail sleep in late until noon, Rebecca woke up at ten then ate some cereal, (cocoa puffs, two bowls of them) and Stephanie woke herself up at eight o'clock and ate a bagel with cream cheese. They did their schoolwork, and then met up at Rebecca's around three to commence their daily obsessing with transformers.

For that dose of obsessing, Abigail had decided to bring up the subject of exactly why Rebecca hated hot rod so much.

"Come on, Rebecca, it was an accident."

"But it was an accident that cost Optimus's life!"

"Yeah, but he turned all emo because of it! Don't you think that's enough?"

"Sorry, Abigail, but I just don't like hot rod or Rodimus Prime. You can sympathize all you want to him, but I won't."

"But you're so mean!" Abigail whined, the girl crossing her arms.

"Not mean, just... strong opinionated." Rebecca pushed her oval glasses up her nose then returned to the comic book box she was working on. Her brown hair fell from behind her ears and she pushed it back.

"Why don't you wear it in a ponytail?" Abigail asked. Her long red hair (she preferred the term "crystallized honey" for describing it) was pulled into a low ponytail, the bundle of hair reaching to the middle of her back, all except some hair by the right side of her face.

"I don't know. Do I have to?"

"No," a new voice said. "You don't have to." A girl, sitting on Rebecca's bed reading a book looked up. Her hair was brown, like Rebecca's, except darker and it was pulled into a high ponytail. "By the way, how did we get from the new transformers trailer, to the old movie, to Optimus dying, to hot rod, to whether or not he should be forgiven by Rebecca, to ponytails?"

Abigail snorted. "because when we talked about the trailer, Rebecca mentioned the old movie and said, and I quote 'I hope Optimus doesn't die in this one' and then she said, and I quote again, 'good thing Hot Rod isn't in this one, or Optimus would definitely die' so I asked her what did she have against Hot Rod, so we had that discussion, and then we stopped that one and Rebecca's hair fell in her face and I asked why didn't she put her hair in a ponytail, then you asked how we got from one to the other, and then I answered the question and now we're done." Stephanie looked at her like, well, like she had talked a lot in a short amount of time. "What?"

"It's like you escaped from a cartoon." Stephanie said.

"And that's not a good thing, is it?"

"No, not at all."

Rebecca spoke. "Whatever. Let's talk about something else."

"Like what?" Abigail asked, twirling a lock of her hair.

"Something, that's what."

"Well, of course you have to talk about something! You can't talk about nothing!" Stephanie interjected.

"Well," Abigail pointed out. "Some people would say that we're talking about nothing."

"But we aren't," Rebecca spoke. "We're talking about talking about nothing."

"What time is it?" Rebecca and Abigail turned to Stephanie with disbelief. "What?"

"And you think I came from a cartoon."

"It's 3:12." Rebecca said.

"Thank you."

"Do I get a thank you?"

"For what?"

"For... being your friend!" But before any of the three friends could say anything, a blue light, the size of a fist, appeared at about chest level, floating in the air.

"Oh, shiny!"

"It would be glowy, Rebecca, glowy."

"Whatever, Stephanie."

"It looks like Fred." both girls turned to look at the random redhead. They spoke at once.

"Who?"

"Fred is the white star in so you want to be a wizard that Nina and the guy accidentally summon, although he is more white, and smaller. He looks like a single spark, like the sort from a fire, not the middle of a mech's chest. Does that answer your question?"

"No."

"Not really."

"Whatever, look, its growing bigger." and indeed it was. Now, instead of the size of a tennis ball, it was slowly growing to a basketball shape and taking a white tinge at the edges, while still floating above the ground.

"Shouldn't we be, you know... scared of it?" Stephanie prodded.

"I've read too many science fiction novels to be frightened of anything unusual."

"Yeah, but remember the unusual cop car in transformers? That's something to be scared of."

"I'm gonna touch it." Rebecca said, climbing to her feet.

"Hey! I wanna touch it first!"

"It's probably dangerous!" Stephanie said, looking stricken. Rebecca ignored both her friends and put her arm straight out and above the light. It pulsed, gently bobbing up and down ever so slightly. Slowly, Rebecca put her hand down through it. However, she did not explode (much to Stephanie's relief), nor did she summon a dragon (much to Abigail's disappointment) but instead, her hand just moved even slower than Rebecca was making it, sluggish even.

"It's like moving your hand in water," she informed them. "Except without the wet."

"Well duh." Abigail said. The two friends stood up and moved behind Rebecca, the trio still looking at the growing bulb. It had reached the stage of giant beach ball and it showed no signs of stopping.

"Hey. It's growing from the air down."

'What does that have to do with anything?"

"I agree with Rebecca. What does that have to do with anything?"

"It means that if it doesn't stop growing by the time it reaches the floor, it will either grow through the floor, or stop there and grow at the top."

"Ooh." Abigail said, understanding filling her up. The three girls stupidly (when they look back at it, that is the only thing they could think of for describing it, considering the events that happen after) watched the "big bluey-white light of doom" as Abigail later called it, expand silently until it reached the floor, then continued until it was taller than all the girls.

"Time?" Abigail asked. Rebecca gave her an odd look, but replied.

"3:22."

"A good time of death." and before anyone could stop her, Abigail leaped into the blue ball...

...And disappeared.

"Abigail!" the two remaining girls cried in union. All they heard was her voice, not acknowledging them at all.

"Wow, you guys are taller in real life."

"Oh my god!" Stephanie said. "She... she disappeared! Into thin air!"

"Yeah, point out the obvious. We gotta go after her."

"What? Are you crazy!?"

"Well, we can't grab her, we can't talk to her, and so the only thing left is to go after her."

"But... but... but,"

"But nothing. Don't you ever wish something exciting and extraordinary would happen? Haven't you ever been bored with life in general? Wanted an adventure? This is our chance, and I'm not about to miss it." and with that, Rebecca leaped.

With a mutter of "Why me," Stephanie walked in the light.

After she had gone in, the blue light zapped down to the size of a marble, hung there for barely a moment, then with a faint pop it puffed out of existence.

It's gonna be so weird to see this on the site.

Review! (on second thought, I won't stoop that low. I never asked for reviews.)