Ok, so this is my first story on this site, ever. I've read a plethora of transformers fanfictions on here, so I have an idea of what I'm doing, but I'm still a beginner, so don't expect it to be a master piece or anything. Just keep an open mind about this, because there will be some pretty radical concepts on here.

If you have any constructive criticism to give, PLEASE private chat me or put it in a review, because I want this story to be awesome, so I'll take any help I can get. If you have any questions about anything, leave it in a review or PM me and I'll try to answer it.

Story Outline: This story will almost always be in the first person. What will be a constant change is whose point of view, which will be elucidated by the title of the chapter. I can tell you now, though, the majority will probably be my self-OC's point of view. After all, this story is basically my fantasy/explanation on how Cybertronains could be real, and how I would want to be tied into them.

Disclaimer: I disclaim anything that requires disclamation

BTW- I did a little clean-up on this chapter, and I might do the same with the other chapters, so be on the lookout.

"Is the popcorn ready yet?" she yelled to me.

"It's still popping, isn't it?" I yelled back.

"Well hurry up! I've been waiting for this for months!" she yelled.

"We, Macala; we have been waiting for months." I corrected, taking the popcorn out of the microwave.

"Right, we, whatever." she said, returning her attention to her iPad.

I was slightly annoyed by her dismissive tone, but I simply rolled my eyes with a smirk, then put some butter in a plastic cup and popped it in the microwave so it would melt.

I'd known Macala since second grade. She'd moved here from a different county, just as I had done the year before. Our friendship progressed as any solid friendship would. We had our similarities and our differences, but that just made our conversations more interesting. We would have our fights, but, sooner or later, we'd always forgive and forget, then go on with our soul-sisterhood.

I'm certain that for every difference between us, there is a similarity. We balance each other out. That's why I think that no matter what happens between us, we'll always be sister-sister inside.

"-Choo!"

The sound jolted me out of my thoughts. "Bess you." I said to Macala. She hadn't taken any allergy medication, since it made her drowsy.

"Thank you." she answered. She was silent for a few seconds before it registered in her mind. "The word is bless, Liv." she snarked.

"How many times do I need to explain it to you before you stop correcting me on that?" I said, slightly peeved.

"Until you get it right" she responded snidely.

I groaned outwardly before going to get the salt from the cupboard. Of course, I knew I was simply demonstrating her true reasons.

For some reason, people thought my reactions to such things were either amusing, cute, or both. I assumed the majority to be the latter. I certainly wasn't trying to project such emotions in others. I figured I was just cute. Almost everyone liked me, though I didn't really get why. I can think of plenty of reasons, thanks to years of silent observation and thorough analysis of myself and other people, comparing mental notes.

I never let such thoughts go to my head though. A good portion of my life was spent watching TV, reading books, playing computerized games, those sort of things. So I know about people who do let such things go to their head. Petty things like their looks, circumstances, who their parents are and what they do; all things they themselves have no control over. I take pride in what I accomplish, not what the universe hands to me. This is the reason I started thanking the universe for the good things that happen to me-

"Earth to Olivia!" Macala shouted at me. I snapped to attention, realizing that, for maybe the billionth time, I'd accidentally tuned out the rest of the world, focusing on my thoughts. In other words: I'd zoned out.

"Sorry." I said

"It's ok." she replied, her attention already back on the TV.

I finished dressing the popcorn, certain that our taste buds would think the popcorn quite attractive, and made my way to the couch.

"Call Meg, we can start the movie now." I said, starting to feel a little giddy.

"Meg, get your butt in here!" Macala screamed.

A few moments later, Meg came into the living room, her calm and collected manner quite apparent in the way she took her time, instead of running.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." she mumbled as she rounded the couch, so she could get to the front.

I hadn't known Meg for as long as I'd known Macala. I met her my freshman year of high school. We'd actually met through Macala. Her family situation was... complicated. Her Dad, who is currently asleep on the other side of the house, lives about half an hour from mine and Macala's school district. His house is bigger than Macala's Mom and step-Dad's house, which is a five-minute drive from mine.

Putting my thoughts on the back burner, I got up and popped the movie into the Blue-Ray player. We were all a little giddy, because it was the fourth Transformers movie. It had come out two years ago, and while the plot and dialogue really wasn't any better than the first three Michael Bay movies, the special effects were amazing. This was enough to keep our interest, since we were much more interested in the Cybertronians than the humans.

As the previews flashed by, I decided to prompt Meg for the movie. She hadn't seen it yet, which shocked both Macala and myself.

Although, in retrospect, that shouldn't have surprised either of us. Meg didn't like the Transformers as much as we did. Hell; even Macala wasn't as in to it as I was. They both shared the opinion that reality was more interesting than fiction, something I could understand. That didn't mean I had to agree with them, though. One of the many traits they'd both picked up from me: agreeing to disagree.

-Knock-knock-knock-

A knock on the door stopped me before I could get a word out to Meg. Being the eldest of our trio, I signaled with my hands that neither of them had to get up. When I got to the door, I tried to look through the peep-hole. Too late, though, I remembered that Macala's door didn't have a peep-hole the way the one at my house did. Dismissing the feeling of stupidity as quickly as it had come, I opened the door.

A man I didn't recognize was standing on the other side, his back toward me. When he turned around, I was stunned. He wasn't what others might consider hot or ugly. He was... just right.

He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was tan, a few shades lighter than me, his hair was short, cropped, and jet black. Although, in the moonlight it seemed to have a blue luminescence to it. He looked to be a few inches short of six foot, taller than me by around a head and a half; yet he didn't make me feel shorter than I knew I was. He was muscular, but not in a body-builder sense. He had a truely regal sense about him... perhaps he held a high rank in the military?

The feature that truly grabbed my attention, though, were his eyes.

They were a warm, chocolate-brown, but they were profound and fathomless. It felt as if I could get lost in them if I stared long enough, which was fine with me, since I liked mazes. I could tell those eyes had seen so much...; he wasn't an open book, but I didn't get a negative vibe from this... or anything about him, for that matter. I found myself wanting to unlock the feelings that I could tell he was always trying to hide from others; wanting to heal anything and everything that plagued him behind those beautiful eyes.

I'd never met a boy- no, not a boy, this guy was a man- that made me feel this way. He didn't make me nervous at all, the feeling I had come to associate with boys my age. I felt as if could tell him anything and he wouldn't dare judge me. I knew I'd never even seen him before, but I felt like I'd always known him... it was surreal.

It was at this point in my train of thought that I started thinking of various love song snippets, and I wondered...

'Is this what Mom had felt when she first locked eyes with Daddy?'

Alright, that's my first chapter. Seriously, provide feedback, ask questions, I'll do my best to respond to it all.

Next chapter will be the mysterious stranger's P.O.V. Some of you probably already know who he is, some of you probably don't. Either way, I suggest you read the next chapter, once I've put it up.