Finding Family - Chapter Three
Wheelie woke up to a loud knock on his door hours later. Groaning, he glanced at the time and noticed it was eight thirty at night. Damn, he'd slept for a while. Sitting up slowly, he sighed with a frown, wondering who was waking him up. "Whaddya want?" He asked irritably, shaking his head.
"It's me! I brought you supper!" A cheery, high-pitched, feminine voice on the other side of the door replied.
Wheelie froze, immediately recognizing Annabelle's voice. "Uh...is Ironhide with you?" He asked, walking cautiously towards the door. It was almost as if he expected Ironhide to be behind the door and about to deliver a round-house kick to his face as soon as he opened it. Which Wheeldie wouldn't have doubted.
"Nope! He's talking to Sam and 'Kaela. Can I come in?" She asked politely, but also in a whiny manner that made it impossible to deny her.
"...Fine, hang on a minute." He sighed, moving the television and chair from earlier. If he didn't let her in she'd probably start crying again- a