The
Convention of Conventions
By: Sinead
Part
Six
Dinobot
was sprawled out on the couch, breathing deeply. He was dead asleep. Randon was
on the floor, an empty soda can still clutched in his fist. Sapphire smiled at
me, and I yawned and stretched, looking behind the couch. I turned around again,
and stared over, incredulous. “What. Are. You. Doing.”
Sapphire
looked over as well. “Holy crap! You two only met today, and . . . ewww!”
I
glanced at Sapphire. “Don’t over-react. I’ve seen you and Randon have your
fun today.”
She
turned around again, blushing. “Shutting up.”
I
looked back over at Starath. “Whatever. Nothing too bad, or I’ll wake
Dinobot up, and blame it on you two making the racket, understand?”
Mathew
glared up at me. “Go away.”
“Wanna
make me?” I asked, knowing that my voice was dangerously low. “First, you
wake me up, and I was warm, drattit! Then, you continue yell at
me, and I had to skip taking my shower this morning! After that, you
barely let me eat. Shall I run through other incidents that you caused in my house?”
Two
hands, weathered but still strong, lifted Mathew up off of the ground, and
slammed him up against the wall. “Enough.”
His
eyes widened, and he nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
Dinobot
rolled over . . . and fell off of the couch. He awoke with a snort, and looked
around. As he saw my mother holding Mathew up off of the ground and against the
wall. He crawled back onto the couch, and muttered, “I hope this is over in
the morning.”
You
see, my mother is only five feet.
Mathew
is six-and-eight-inches.
Mom
was intimidating Mathew.
I
chuckled. “If you want, Mom, you can take him out back for target practice. I
won’t bar you from using my bow.”
Mathew
looked at me, horrified. I grinned in return, and Mom said, “Might as well,
and Starath, please stay in here.”
Sapphire
snickered.
Mom
let Mathew go. “If I find you arguing with, or threatening, my daughter again,
you’ll spend the night in the backyard.” She started walking out of the den,
but looked over her shoulder, grinning evilly. “And I hope you know that
skunks own the ground, late at night.”
I
didn’t see that blasted idiot until noon the next day.
I
awoke. Dane’s warmth was all along my back. Blinking, I sat up, and walked up
the stairs, to see Sapphire there. She smiled. “Yes, the shower is free. Yes,
I’ll be able to do breakfast, and yes, Moonraker will be coming over in a few
moments. Okay?”
I
nodded, and walked to my bedroom, grabbed a change, and stumbled to the
bathroom. The door was closed behind me, and I was ready to wake up.
Once
all the hot water was gone, of course.
I
was drying off, when the door opened. I stopped, the towel around my back, as I
faced away from the door. I turned, after tucking the towel firmly around
myself, to see Dane standing there, wincing, and blushing. He looked really cute
like that. “Sorry.”
I
sighed. “Do you know the principle of a shower?”
He
nodded, his face flushing to a further shade of crimson.
I
grabbed another towel, and tossed it at him, as I ran my fingers through my wet
hair. “So use that knowledge. Your human form is more than just that. And
you’re starting to smell.”
He
bit his lip. “Sorry.”
I
smiled, and chuckled. “I’m kidding! Dane, please take a joke. Umm . . .
clothes were included in the deal with the Make-A-Wish site, right?”
“Yeah.”
I
sighed. “Good. That means that clothes shopping for you is basically nil.”
He
smiled tentatively, then looked down the hall, and straightened, glaring at
someone. I ducked behind the door, and I heard Mathew’s voice. “What are you
doing? Where is that slagging girl?”
“Why
do I have to answer to you, slag-ball? Go eat your own refuse, you fetid–”
My
jaw dropped, as he integrated both human and Cybertronian cusses into the
ultimate insult to Megatron. He stepped into the bathroom, and closed and locked
the door. I looked at him in surprise. Only then, did he realize that he had
locked me in with him as well. He bit his lip, and I sighed. “Good move,
Einstein.”
He
winced, and I shook my head, facing away from him. “Get into the shower. And
be thankful that Mom knows to get opaque shower curtains.”
“If
you say so.”
“And
Mathew is not using this shower. We’re going to hose him down out in the
backyard.”
Dane
chuckled evilly. “Oh, I can only imagine.”
I
heard the shower curtain close, and I cautiously turned. With a sigh, I noted
that he was in the shower. “Thank God.”
“For
what?” he asked. “How the Pit do you turn this slagging this on?”
I
sighed. “Look at the knob. Under it, is a switch. One side says ‘tub,’ and
the other says ‘shower.’ Flip that to the shower side, and turn the knob
counter-clockwise, towards the red stripe.”
“Red
is warm water?”
“Should
be,” I replied, grinning evilly to myself. Remember? I used up all the hot
water. *imagine evil laughter. very, very evil*
I
dried off quickly, and pulled my clothes on as quickly as I could, wrapping the
towel around my hair, squeezing all the water from it. The shower turned on, and
Dane yelped. I suppressed my evil laughter, and said, “I’ll see you
downstairs!”
“You
used up all the hot water!”
“Yep!
And people don’t like it if you run around nude. Some find it quite
offensive.”
He
growled, and I opened the door, then locked it as I left. I snickered evilly,
and went to my room, rubbing at my hair. “Oh, I love doing that!”
I
was sitting at the table. Dane walked down, his hair still wet, and glared at
me. I smiled, and indicated the mug of tea that was sitting on the table, in
front of a chair. He sat with a grunt, and took a sip of the tea, then growled,
“Why did you use up all the hot water?”
I
smiled. “Because I thought that nobody else would want a shower. I thought
that you all took showers last night.”
He
snorted, and I shrugged. “If you had told me that you were going to take a
shower, I would have gotten up earlier. It was that simple.”
He
sighed, and Sapphire and Starath walked into the room. The second girl smiled
groggily, and sat at the table, while Sapphire reached into a cupboard, and
pulled out a mug, then set about making herself some tea. There was a knock on
the door. Dane nudged my arm, and I stood, taking my tea with me, sighing.
I
opened the door, and nearly had a heart attack. “HOLY SLAG!!!” A head peeked
around the tall Predacon, and grinned evilly. I blinked. “What. Are. You.
Doing.”
She
frowned. “Huh. Normally, people cower when I smile like that.”
With
a snort, I replied, “Well, maybe that should prove to you that I’m not
normal.”
“No
slag!” someone called from the den.
I
turned around, and yelled, “Shaddup, Randon!”
“Wanna
make me?”
Dane
stood, and I nodded. Within an instant, he was a Velociraptor, and an
wicked-looking one at that. He fluttered his tongue, then hissed, bounding down
the stairs. There was a very frightened, little-girl kind of scream, and Randon
came back up the stairs, with a snickering Velociraptor right on his heels.
I
smirked, and looked back at the girl, who was peeking around Rampage. “So. You
were saying?”
Her
mouth was hanging open, and I smiled, shaking my head. “Can he turn human?”
She
nodded, and he was a quite angry-looking boy, who was about six-and-a-half feet
tall. He glared down at me, and I set my cup down, to crack my knuckles. “You
try to beat me, and you’ll be in eternal pain, after I’m done with you.”
Just to emphasize upon that, I grinned as evilly as I could, starting to
chuckle.
The
girl laughed at the face that Ron was making. I smiled. “So. You’re Lady
Dementia, I take it?”
She
smiled. “Yep. And you’re Sapphire?”
I
snorted. “Gosh, no. That’s Sapphire, over there, having conniptions over
Dinobot nearly scaring Randon to death.”
“Oh.
So who are you?”
I
grinned, and held out my hand for her to shake. “Sinead.”
“I’M
GONNA KILL YOU!!!!!”
I
groaned, and closed my eyes. Mathew and Ron weren’t getting along all that
well, and they were now screaming at each other. My mother stormed down the
stairs, and into the room. The Lady D watched as my mom pushed the two apart,
then yelled at the two of them to quit it. The rest of the authors had paused
the DVD we were watching, and looked at the spectacle that they were making.
Mathew mumbled something, and Mom glared at him, then smacked him. Hard.
I
covered my mouth to keep from laughing, and Dane handed me a pillow, then shook
his head, smirking.
“Sinead!”
I
looked over the back of the couch. “Yes, Mom?”
“Miss
Special’s here.”
Moonraker
jumped up, followed by Chandler. They ran up to bring the author back down. I
sighed. “Thanks, Mom.”
She
smiled, and walked back up the stairs, calm as can be. I wish I knew how she did
that.
Miss
Special sighed, and smiled. “Well, who’s decided to kill who?”
I
counted the different people off on my fingers. “Dinobot wants to kill Rattrap
and Megatron. Rattrap wants to kill Cheetor, for ruining a ‘moment’ he and
Sapphire were having. Cheetor’s into annoying everyone but Dinobot, so
everyone but Dinobot wants to kill him–”
“Oh,
I wonder why he hasn’t been annoyed?” Sapphire taunted. “Could it be that
you two have been suckin’ face
every chance that you can get? No . . . not that.”
I
glared at her. “Technically, that’s only been three times. Back to what I
was saying, Megatron wants to kill everyone, as well as Rampage, though those
two were literally at each other’s throats mere seconds before you stepped
into the room.”
Miss
Special nodded. “Right. And who broke them up?”
I
grinned. “My mom.”
Miss
Special laughed, knowing how evil my mother could get, when it came down to her
“No Fighting In The House” rule. She ended any and all fights, no matter
what was going on. She’s cool like that.
Miss
Special then smirked at me, and I winced. “Uh-oh.”
“I
heard of something that happened a day or so ago . . . concerning you and a
certain ’Raptor.”
If
I could have turned into a cat, if only to hiss and slink into the shadows, then
I would have. As it was, the sun was coming into the window as it was setting.
Ron saw that, hissed, and said in a Tarantulus-type voice, “De light! De
light! Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!! Hhhhsssssssssssstttttt!!!!!”
He
slunk into a closet, and Miss Special blinked at it. “In fact, that was the
very closet that this all took place in.”
I
held up a finger, to her, indicating that she wait a moment, and said to Lady D,
“Has he been taking lessons from your brother?”
The
Angel blinked, then shrugged. “Last I heard, Ron was terrified of him. But,
you never know with some of these people.”
I
nodded, and looked back to Miss Special, and she asked bluntly, “Have you two
started going out, yet?”
I
reached behind me, found the pillow, whipped it at Miss Special’s face, and,
satisfied that I had hit her, sat back down, facing the TV. “Continue the
DVD.”
Nobody
dared ask me anything later on, as I had also flung numerous hard objects at
Mathew, as he started up the question again. And I should tell you, that I have
better aim and strength than most. It actually helps being on a softball team,
although there are those times when your coach means no sense at all, and you
feel as it he needs some sense literally slapped into his head.
But what else can you expect from a man?