"Finally!"

I smile stretched on my lips as I laid my brush down and did a step back to study my work. Sideswipe looked up from his game and paused,–– getting up as well to have a look at the painting I have been working on for two years. "Wow, Sunstreaker. This is gorgeous..." he breathed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Thank you, Sideswipe. It's my favorite piece so far," I said. "Really?"  I looked at him, "you sound surprised, why?" I asked. "I loved your other pieces as well..." he said. I shrugged my shoulders and started to clean my brushes. "When you're working on something like this... you get attached to it."

Sideswipe glanced at me with an arched eyebrow. "Why would you get attached to a piece of paint and canvas?" he mocked. I shot him an insulted look, "because you put your soul and life in it... I worked on it for so long. Sideswipe looked at the painting again, "so...? You love this piece of art because you worked on it for two years? Look at the small painting over there... you worked on it for a week. It's just as gorgeous. Do you love that one too?" he said. "I love all my art. It's my passion, but it's not my favorite, Sideswipe. This painting..." I pointed at the canvas. "Is by far my favorite. I really pushed myself over my limit and created something I never thought I would."

He hummed, "when is (Y/n) coming home from school?" I asked. "I don't know, Sunny. I assume any moment," he replied. I gave a small nod and looked over my work one more time. "You think she will like it?" I asked. Sideswipe glanced at me again, slightly irritated this time. I assumed he just wanted to continue his game. "Yes, Sunstreaker." He continued his game. (Y/n) is important for me, Sides and I saved her when she was seven years old and abandoned by her parents. She had been in a really bad shape and was on the verge of dying. On top of that, the Decepticons got her too and experimented on her. She has been through so much and pulled through it without negative side effects. Still the sweet girl we once met with a cheerful spirit. She's also the smartest girl I know, always getting high grades and she's amazing at math. She will graduate high school with ease this year.

(y/n) came back and walked up to me. "Oh, you finished it," she chirped. I nodded, and kissed her head, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. "You like it?" I asked. "I do... I already loved it, but now... it's absolutely stunning," she said. I smiled and let go of her. "If you don't like it... you can tell me," I said. (y/n) shook her head and tiptoed,–– kissing my cheek again. "Sunny... don't doubt yourself. you're the best artist in the entire universe," she purred and walked over to Sideswipe. I felt myself getting warm inside, she loved my art and that's important to me. Her opinion really matters. I think I slowly started to develop feelings for my charge, which is probably bad.

I looked back at my painting one more time. I was so proud of this. I was barely able to keep my eyes off of it. It felt weird to just be done working on it. (y/n) and Sideswipe walked over to the door, I followed as well. In the cafeteria, we settled at a quite large table and as time passed, more soldiers came in and settled. (y/n) has a big network with friends all over the base, she likes most people and Autobots, besides, they know her since she's seven years old. She grew up with them. "Sunstreaker finished his painting today..." she began. (y/n) looked at me, "you got a photo?" she asked. I gave a small nod and handed her my phone.

Most soldiers were impressed, which satisfied me. "Ever considered selling something or whatever?" I shook my head at the question, "no, or at least, not this piece of art," I said. "So, you are actually wasting your paint?" The question got me off guard. "Wasting my paint?" I repeated. Some soldiers nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's just a painting, but you're not going to do anything with it. So, it's a waste of paint and money."

"It's not a waste of paint and money. I have been working on it for two long years."
"Yes, but for what? Just to stuff it away in a closet?" the soldier asked. I started to get annoyed, "no, to hang it on the wall of course," I snapped. "Ah, next to all the other paintings you made and couldn't sell. It's not standing out anymore, Sunstreaker." (y/n) spoke up: "that's not true, Logan. This painting is absolutely extraordinary," she defended me. "It's just a painting... a simple landscape."

My mouth nearly dropped, "Are you joking? Do you have any idea how many hours and effort I put into this painting?" I snapped. "That you like it doesn't mean others need to like it, Sunstreaker. It's just a painting and I think you could have done better," Logan added. I clenched my teeth together. "It's not my problem you can't take criticism," Logan mocked. I was insulted, especially because I was so proud of this piece of art. "You got no taste, Logan," (y/n) muttered sarcastically. 

I didn't want to show them how much it actually hit me. It's not a waste of paint! I loved making it and I love the result. Something humans obviously don't understand. (Y/n) grasped my hand and flashed me a smile. "Don't worry, it's beautiful," she whispered in my ear. Of course she would tell me if it's beautiful because she would never ever hurt my feelings. She would even jump of a building if I ask her.  I sucked in a breath and gave a small nod.

((Your P.O.V))
Sunny is hurt. That for sure. I can see the look in his eyes and I felt bad for him.  He's so good at what he does and people are just jealous. It's always been that way, Sunstreaker is talented in so many things, dancing, singing, art, fighting and cooking. He has a personality, but he's deep down a snuggle bear. If people just get to know him a little bit better, they would know he's amazing and sweet.

I looked at my other side. Sideswipe had been oddly quiet. I nudged his side to get his attention. "What?" He asked quietly. I rolled my eyes and watched Sunny get up and leave, so did Sideswipe. What the hell is his problem today?

"It seems he's hurt."
"Of course he is!" I snapped.
Logan simply shrugged his shoulders. "Sunstreaker expect people to just like everything he makes. That's not the case, it's something personal," he mocked. "You could have said at least one nice thing, Logan! Telling an artist his piece of art is a waste of time is not nice! It's rude. I didn't ask you to like it, but you could have said at least something nice!"

I shove the chair backwards and got up,— marching towards the room the twins shared where I also found Sideswipe. "Why didn't you defend him?" I asked. "It's something Sunny had to solve himself."
My jaw nearly dropped. "You guys always have each other's back. Are you sick or something? What's going on?" I asked. "I think Logan made a point. I mean... Sunny makes a lot of art and wants people to like it. People don't necessarily have to like it."

"He's proud of it! People can at least say something nice. We don't ask them to buy it. He worked on it for two years, that's a long time, Sideswipe. Why is everyone against him today! Gosh," I snapped and crossed my arms. "Honestly, it's not my favorite piece either. I don't want to hurt his feelings and that's why I just tell him what he wants to hear. Other people do not have to like his art as long as he likes it."

"Sometimes I just can't stand you, Sideswipe."
"No, (Y/n)... it's part of his job. People like it or not and if Sunny can't cooperate with it, than it's his problem, not mine," he snapped back. "It's not a waste of paint, Sideswipe," I scowled. "Am I saying it's a waste of paint? I didn't say it's ugly, I only said that this piece is not my favorite. That's what I said and it's my honest opinion."

I bit my lip and watched him pass. "Sunny just needs to accept the negative side of his job."
Sunstreaker already gets a lot of criticism due of his mood swings and psycho side. Art is his way to express himself because he's not always as good with words as others. I just felt the urge to defend him and his work because no one else does. Apparently, even his own brother doesn't always have his back like I thought for eleven years.

Over the week, Sunstreaker painting got a lot of attention from soldiers. Knowing them, they were bullying him, taunting him and I felt responsible for it. I told that small group of soldiers about the painting because I loved it so much.
I just came back from school and headed straight towards the room the two brothers and I shared. "Where's your painting?" I asked,— looking around. "I threw it away."
Speechless, I stood there, looking at Sunny as if he had turned into Megatron.

"Repeat that."
"I. threw. my. painting. in. the. trashcan," he said slowly and rolled his eyes. "Why?! Sunny! No." I walked up to him. "You worked on it for two years, Sunstreaker." He shook his head and turned away from me. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Sunstreaker! They were bullying you. It's not about your skills as artist," I tried. He pushed me aside and just left. I couldn't believe he threw his painting away. The one he was so proud of and worked on for two long years. That's a long time. I searched for Sideswipe, told him the whole ordeal, bit what could he do? It's already too late to change anything. Apparently, Sunny had brushed it off, lied about it too his brother and now this happened. Typical for Sunny, he hates showing his sadness. According to him, it's a sign of weakness.

Sunstreaker didn't want to talk about it anymore and so, we moved on. A week later, I was watching TV and the twins were bickering over a T-shirt, Sideswipe wanted to wear and Sunstreaker didn't want his brother to wear his T-shirt and is going on for a good hour now.

"Sunstreaker...?"

"What is it, (Y/n)! I am in the middle of an argument here!" He snapped. I pointed at the TV and turned up the volume.

"So, how long have you been working on this painting?"

There fell an absolute silence. Sunstreaker couldn't believe his eyes neither did Sideswipe or me. Logan had taken Sunstreaker's painting from the dumpster and now told the news he had painted it.

"... A good two years. It was a very emotional rollercoaster. I put so much in this peace and I can't tell how happy I am to be finally done. I love the result. I have sold this special piece for a high price."

Sunstreaker roared in fury and slammed the wall with his fist. "He said he hated it!" He screamed. Sideswipe and I flinched, "Sunstreaker—" he pushed his brother away from him and left. "This is bad."
Sides and I searched for Sunstreaker but he was gone. There was only one option left. Talking to Optimus. We explained everything that had happened, from the moment Sunny finished to what Logan had done.

Optimus hates bullying. Especially when humans are bullying one of his warriors. He's pissed to say at least. "We can't find him anymore," Sideswipe mumbled. "Ironhide? Can try to find him and talk to him?" Optimus asked. Ironhide listened from a little distant and nodded. His holoform fizzled out and left black sparkles behind.

Poor Sunny.

Ironhide brought him back to base, but he's in a horrible mood and didn't want to talk to Prime about what happened. Of course he doesn't, it's Sunstreaker.
"It's fine! Optimus! Just a stupid ugly painting and it's not worth anything!" He spat out. "Well, Logan made $30.000 dollar out of it," Sideswipe deadpanned. I nudged his side and shot him a glare. "Sunstreaker, calm down," Prowl ordered. "Please," he added. Sunstreaker sucked in a breath, "just drop it, okay? The painting doesn't have any value to me. Why else do you think I threw it away," he mocked. "Because you got insecure if it was good or not."

"That's not true!" Sunstreaker shouted frantically. "Sunstreaker..." Optimus warned. "That's not true," Sunny repeated, slightly calmer this time. "Sunstreaker, remember four weeks ago? When you invited me over to have a look at your painting?" Optimus asked. He gave a small nod, "you loved that painting and other people took your joy. What happened proves only that they are jealous. You're the most talented artist I have ever met..."

Sunstreaker sighed and looked down. "Optimus. I did love it, but not anymore. Just leave it... alright? It's not worth fighting for," he muttered. "I will fight for it because I care a lot about you. It belongs to you and no one else."
Sunstreaker gave a small nod and shrugged, "I don't necessarily want it back. It's gone, sold and nothing can be changed."

"If you don't want to have it... then I want to have it."
Sunstreaker stared at Optimus as if he just changed sides. "You want my painting?" He asked a little shocked. Prowl arched a brow as well at Optimus statement. "I didn't know you were into art."
"I followed your art back on Cybertron. It's a shame so many pieces of your work were destroyed. In Praxis, I had two of your paintings hanging in my office," he said. "Really?"

Optimus gave a small nod. This gave Sunny's ego a boost. Sunstreaker looked up to Optimus, despite his arrogance.
"Just take some rest, calm down and don't kill Logan, okay? I have Lennox handling him, right now," Optimus said. Sunstreaker nodded.

That evening, Sunstreaker seemed to be in a better mood then before. His twin next to me on the other side in a dee slumber, but Sunny and I were softly chatting. "Thank you for your support."
I kissed his forehead. "Always Sunshine." Sunstreaker laid his hand on my cheek and rubbed. He leaned in a little bit and closed the space between our lips. A gentle subtle kiss. Something I expect Sides to do, but Sunny. He's in most things rough.

He pulled back. "I love you."
A blush spread over my cheek. "Took you long enough to say that, huh?" I teased. "You knew?" He asked. "Oh, yeah... all the gifts and affection. It's just too obvious you two love me. Sides being his cheeky self already told me, but didn't want to force you."
Now it was his time to blush and shyly look away. We cuddled and fell asleep together.

Two days passed and I was chilling with Sunny on the couch. His head rested on my lap and I was feeding him some cookies while watching TV.
A knock on the door got us off guard. Sideswipe, slid off the bed and opened the door. "Optimus." Sunny and I got up to face Prime. "My painting."

I could hear the relieve in his voice. "Thank you, Optimus."
He flashed the younger mech a smile. Sunny then did something he had never done before. He hugged Optimus. Prime seemed to be just as shocked as we all were. Sunny doesn't hug, or at least not much. I guess he's just very grateful.

Sunny stepped back and cleared his throat. "It's yours."
Optimus looked at the painting for a moment. "Very well."
He turned around to leave but halted and looked over his shoulder. "Sunstreaker, don't ever make me fine your paintings in the trashcan again. Next time I will lock you up in the brig for doing so!" He deadpanned. Sunstreaker's lips stretched into a smile. "Yes, sir."