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[bumblebee danger parker]

Bumblebee had been coming to Kingsley Pines Camp since she was eight years old. Every year, like clockwork, when June rolled around that meant one thing; it was time to pack up the suitcases and load in the car and off it was to camp. When she was six and Optimus could go to camp and she wasn't allowed to, she kicked and screamed the whole trip up to drop him off and pick him up. Instead, she had to go to stupid day camps, that despite her initial dislike, she always ended up enjoying. At the end of summer, when Optimus returned from Kingsley Pines, she would brag to him about the circus camp she was in, or learning to ride a horse, and even the cooking camp she had been sent to. Of course, when she was eight and it was finally her turn to go far away, she was a little more than excited. It was her chance to experience all the fun things her brother did, her chance to go swimming and play paintball and all that other fun stuff. Little did she know how scary it was to sleep away from home for the first time. That first night at camp was scary and little Bee ended up trying to sneak into her brother's cabin so she could sleep with him. She didn't get too far before a counselor caught her though. So it was no surprise when Bumblebee decided she wanted to be become a counselor. The summer she turned sixteen, Bee signed up to be a CIT for the following summer; this summer.

She was extremely excited for this summer. Yes, she would miss her friends, but there were two big benefits for this; she was getting paid, and... well, she was getting paid. Pretty well, too. Giving up her summer wasn't such a big deal if she was getting paid. Plus, she still had her camp friends, it wasn't like she was a no friend loner. Plus, she could bug her brother all she wanted. Well, she could do that at home, but hanging out with him at camp was different, they got away with more things.

As a counselor in training, Bumblebee knew she was expected to do much of the grunt work. CITs usually cleaned up the sports equipment, set up activities, and cleaned the throw up. Counselors got all the glory. They had the co-ed cabin, the bigger pay check, and they were the ones the kids got the most interaction with. So far, Bumblebee's duties included cleaning the pools, watch duty every other night, and helping out the camp nurses [sticking on bandaids, giving icepacks, calling parents to notify that their kid broke his/her leg]. Today, however, she had been assigned to cleaning the paintball equipment. It was a job that required a lot of patience and elbow grease, getting paint off of vests and helmets [for the younger kids] and goggles. And those who knew Bee knew she wasn't a patient girl at all.

Grumbling, she tossed another pair of goggles into the clean box and pulled a new pair from the dirty box. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail, her bangs held back with a headband. The crate she sat on was squished into the ground in the middle of the field, pushed up against a wooden wall for use as a back support if she wanted to take a break. She had been at work for about twenty minutes and already she was rather bored. It seemed she was learning the disadvantages to camp.

[[crappy ending, sorry]]

[optimus prime parker]

"You missed a spot."

Optimus had been standing quietly behind his sister, unnoticed, for a few minutes. He could have decided to help her much earlier, but he personally wasn't one for cleaning things. Two years ago, when he was a CIT, cleaning paintball equipment was the job he hated the most. He was thankful the second he was made a full counselor, because he'd never have to clean them again if he didn't want to. That's how it was with everything. Once you got a higher staff position you became a supervisor while all the trainees did the hard work you hated to do. Unfortunately, Optimus hated seeing people do hard and boring jobs just because he didn't want to. That's probably why he was friends with nearly everyone at the camp, because he helped everywhere he could, be it his job or not. Which was why he was here now. He had heard his sister got the worst job of all today, and he wanted to make it go by faster. Not because that was the kind of guy he was, but because it was his sister. Optimus was a softy, what else was there to say? His infamous playful grin was on his face as he uncrossed his arms and stopped leaning on the wall so he could get over there and help her. "You look like you could use some help," he said as he walked by her, snatching her headband off of her head and putting it on his own on top of his red hat. No, he wasn't gay or anything. He was just quirky like that. He was that guy you would love to be friends with because he'd have no problem with letting you dress him how you pleased.

A hand swiped down to grab a vest and a cleaning rag as he twisted and turned into a sitting position. "Being a CIT living up to your expectations yet?" he asked teasingly. He had just started wiping the vest and he was already bored. "How did you get all that done already?" Optimus asked, gesturing to the bucket of finished products. "I'm dying already." Optimus slouched against the wall, and then sat up straight, rubbing the cloth as hard and as quickly as he could, and soon enough, the vest was finished. He threw it in the bucket, tossing the rag to the side. "Alright, break time. Playing paintball is way more fun than cleaning up after it." This was a true statement. The nineteen year old boy stood up and walked over to where he had been standing earlier, grabbing a bag that was sitting there. Food. He pulled out two sandwiches, one for Bumblebee and one for himself. He instantly dug in, not caring that he had food in his mouth when he talked. Bumblebee should be well used to it by now. "So how long ya been in here?" he asked, taking another bite and swallowing. Optimus reached back into the bag, this time pulling out a couple gatorades. His being lemon lime, naturally.

This reminded him of when she first started at Kingsley Pines Camp. He would sit and have lunch with her everyday unless she asked him not to. Which she usually didn't. That was one thing he liked about their relationship. Unlike most siblings who were constantly bickering and wanted nothing to do with one another, Optimus and Bumblebee loved being in each other's company. Probably because they were so alike. Except, you know, that whole two year difference and how she's a girl thing. And how she just accepted her name, and Optimus loved his. Even though the majority of people made fun of his name, he loved it. He didn't even know why, he just did. He was weird, to say the least. After all, who would enjoy being named after a Transformer from back in 1984? Optimus, apparently. Maybe it was just because it was making that show was how his parents met. If it hadn't been for Transformers, Optimus, Bumblebee, and Megatron probably wouldn't exist. Oh yes, there was a third Transformer child. Megatron. But we don't need to be talking about that right now. Because right now, it was just Bumblebee and Optimus, enjoying a snack in the paintball room. Optimus took another bite of his sandwich. "We should totally play a game when we're done cleaning. Granted it'll mean a lot of the cleaning was for no reason, but we should."

[bumblebee danger parker]

The all too familiar voice of her brother pointing out a missed spot made Bee cringe. She glared down at the set of goggles in her hand and the rag in her other and scrubbed as hard as she could till the red paint spot came up and a faint squeaking sound was made by the rubbing of cloth against clear plastic. Just what she needed, someone supervising her. At least it Optimus though, of all the counselors, he was one of her favorites and it wasn't because he was her brother. Optimus was one of the more helpful counselors, always willing to lend a hand to a camper, CIT, or fellow counselor in need. Some of the older counselors wouldn't bother helping the CITs do the grunt work, figuring they had to do it and now it was their turn to force others into doing it. That was why people liked Optimus, he remembered how draining and boring certain duties were and would help take the load off if he could.

It wasn't until he came around from behind her that the girl looked up. A bright smile spread over her face as she tossed the now clean pair of goggles into the appropriate box. "My hero," she sweetly called him, laughing as he took her headband, and reaching to dip her rag in the bucket of water by her feet.

She sighed at his question, watching him grab a vest and rag. Briefly, Bumblebee questioned the point of cleaning the vests. The goggles she understood, one needed to see in order to not get hurt; but the vests? That just seemed cruel. They were going to get dirty again and some other CIT would be forced to painfully scrub away the paint, which would only be replaced at a later time it was such a ridiculous circle.

"For the most part. I don't understand the point to this though," she answered gesturing to the dirty equipment. She laughed, turning now to the clean goggles. "What can I say? I'm a super hero."

Or at least her namesake was. All the Parker children were named after Transformers, the show where her parents met working. Optimus seemed to love his name, and Bee supposed that was because he was kind of a nerd. He also had the most 'normal' name of the three. Bee hated her name for a very long time. In elementary school it was cool because everyone thought she was a fairy or something magical. Middle school though was Hell. Girls can be mean and will pick out one thing about another girl and tear it apart. Many comments about her name being a 'hooker' name, or sounding cheap and tacky had been made by some of the meaner girls at school. In highschool things weren't as bad, the mean girls got bored with picking on her name and Bee had always had a good number of friends to help her get by. Out of all the Parkers though, Megatron had the least normal name. His namesake was also the most obvious. Optimus could say his name was Latin if he wanted and Bumblebee could say her parents were hippies, but Megatron... well, you can't exactly hide that one.

"Yay food! You truly are my hero," Bee laughed, dropping the rag in the bucket and wiping her hands off on her shorts. Graciously she took her sandwich and gatorade. "Too long."

Happily, she took a bite of her sandwich - roastbeef, her favorite. Optimus knew her well - and leaned back against the wall. This break was very much needed. She stretched her legs infront of her, heels digging into the ground. A game when they were done? All the stuff would have to be cleaned again, but it sounded too fun to resist. Besides, they could always say some campers came right after she was done cleaning. It was a good excuse.

"You don't have anything more important to do than save your baby sister from death by boredom today?"