Disclaimer : I own nothing except my original character Charlotte Witwicky.
Summary : What if Sam had a twin sister? What if she and Sam had to share a certain yellow Camero? Goes along with the first movie.
"Charlotte, get up!" Sam shouted in my ear.
I woke up with a jerk, and fell out of my bed. I looked up to see Sam smirking at me.
"Don't say a word" I said, finally getting to my feet after de-tangling myself from my blankets. I quickly got myself dressed and ready for school, running down the stairs and taking Sam's toast as he was about to take a bite.
"Oh, that's real nice" He said, before getting another piece.
"Hurry up Sam, we're going to be late for school" I said, walking out of the door and down the street.
"Hey!" I heard Sam shout behind me. "Hey!"
I slowed down a little for him to catch up. "Can you believe this may be the last time we walk to school, we're gonna get a car!" I cheered.
"Yeah, only if he likes our genealogy project" Sam said, I slapped him round the back of the head.
"He will"
"Okay, Witwicky's, you're up" Our teacher said. Sam and I got up and walked to the front of the classroom.
"Sorry, we got a lot of stuff" Sam was pouring our stuff out of his backpack, once he was finished he started speaking. "For our family..." He was hit with a spit ball. I glared at the perpetrator, and I was happy to see him flinch a bit, knowing about my temper, having been on the receiving end many times.
"Who did... Who did that? People! Responsibility" The teacher said.
"Okay. So, for our family genealogy report, we decided to do it on our great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal" Sam started.
"In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf" I went on to explain the story, that I'm sure every Witwicky knew.
"So that's the story, right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th-century seamen" Sam said. "This here is the quadrant, which you can get for 80 bucks"
"It's all for sale, by the way" I cut in.
"Like the sextant here. $50 for this, which is a bargain" Sam continued.
"These are pretty cool. These are our grandfather's glasses" I held them up for everyone to see.
"We haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things" Sam said.
"Are you going to sell me his liver?" Our teacher asked. "Witwicky's, this isn't show and sell. It's the 11th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing" I winced slightly.
"I know. I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards our car fund" I said.
"You can tell your folks. It's on eBay" Sam turned back to the class.
"We take "
"Cold hard cash works, too. And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day"
"Sam!" The teacher snapped, I grinned at Sam, having not been reprimanded myself. "Sorry"
"Unfortunately, our great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he'd discovered" By the time I was finished the bell had rung, and everyone high-tailed it out of there.
"Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. Sleep in fear tonight" The teacher called after the fleeing students.
"Here, you want? Here, 50. 40? 30?" Sam tried to haggle. "Sam?"
We both went over to the teacher's desk, I was zipping up the backpack, having put everything back away. "Okay. Pretty good, right?" I asked.
"I'd say a solid B-" Sam and I exchanged glances.
"A B-?" I asked flatly.
"You were hawking your great-grandfather's crap in my classroom" He said.
"No, kids enjoy..." I started
"Look, can you do me a favour?" Sam asked.
"What?"
"Can you look out the window for a second? You see my father? He's the guy in the green car" He said.
"Yeah"
"Okay, I wanna tell you about a dream. A boy's dream. And a man's promise to that boy. He looked at me in the eye. He said, "Son, I'm gonna buy you and your sister a car. But I want you to bring me 2 grand, and six As""
"Okay? We got the 2,000 and we got four As" I said.
"Okay? Here's the dream. Your B-. Dream gone. Kaput" Sam demonstrated with his hands. "Sir, just ask yourself, what would Jesus do?"
We ran out to where Dad was parked. "Yes, yes, yes!" We cheered, as Sam got in the front seat.
There was no more room so I just sat on Sam. "Oomf" He wheezed.
"Shut up"
"So?" Dad asked.
"A-. It's an A, though" I said.
"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see" I shoved my paper in front of his face "It's an A"
"So we're good?" Sam asked.
"You're good" Sam and I high fived.
"I got a little surprise for you both" Dad said, as he pulled into a porsche car dealership.
"What kind of..." Sam started, I couldn't speak seeing as my mouth had dropped open and decided to stay there.
"Yeah, a little surprise" Dad said, driving through, I peeked in through a window.
"No. No, no, no, no. Dad! Oh, you got to be kidding me"
"Yeah. I am" I snapped out of my trance. "You're not getting a Porsche"
"You think that's funny?" I said, pouting.
"Yeah, I think it's funny" Dad replied.
"What's wrong with you?" Sam demanded.
"You think I'd really get you a Porsche for your first car?"
"I don't want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing" I said, leaning back and folding my arms.
"Oh, come on. It's just a practical joke" Dad said, looking over at me.
"It's not a funny joke" I said, Sam nodding his agreement. Dad drove down to Bobby Bolivia's Car Dealership. I got out of the car and inspected one of the cars for sale. "Here? No, no, no, what is this?" I exclaimed, as the bumper fell off the car.
"You said... You said half a car, not half a piece of crap, Dad" Sam said.
"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine" Dad said, walking up the lot.
"Okay, let me explain something to you. Okay? You ever see 40-Year-Old Virgin?" Sam asked.
"Yeah"
"Okay, that's what this is" Sam pointed to a banged up car. "And this is 50-year-old virgin" Sam pointed to the car that I broke.
"Okay" Dad said.
"You want us to live that life?" I asked.
"No sacrifice, no victory" I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, no victory. You know, I got it. The old Witwicky motto, Dad" Sam said.
"Right" We walked up to the salesman who was waiting for us.
"Gentlemen. Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs. How can I help you?" He said smiling widely. I was getting a bit creeped out by him, as he didn't blink.
"Well, my son and daughter here, looking to buy their first car" Dad said, putting a hand on each of our shoulders.
"You come to see me?" Bobby asked.
"We had to" I said miserably.
"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B" I was never going to call him that.
"Sam" They shook hands.
"Charlotte" We shook hands as well.
"Let me talk to you! Sam, Charlotte, your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Son, I'm a lot of things, but a liar's not one of them" He put his arms around our shoulder's steering us deeper into the car lot
"Especially not in front of my mammy. That's my mammy" He pointed to a women who was sitting in a lawn chair with some other people.
"Hey, Mammy!" She stuck her middle finger up at him. "Don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head, bitch" He turned back to us. "I tell you, man, she deaf, you know?" He walked over to one of the cars and patted it lovingly.
"Well, over here, every piece of car a man might want or need" Sam and I walked over to a yellow Camero and I peeked through the window "
This ain't bad" I said, opening the door.
"This one's got racing stripes" Sam said.
"Yeah. It got racing..." Bobby trailed off. "Yeah, what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car. Manny!" He shouted, as I got in the driver's seat, Sam peeked through the window.
"What?"
"What is this? This car! Check it out!" I wiped the steering wheel free of dust.
"Hey Sam, look at this" I said, pointing to a symbol that was hidden under the dust.
"That's cool, move over" I scooted over to the passenger side so Sam could get in.
"Feels good" Sam said smiling at me. I looked in front to see a bumblebee hanging off the mirror.
"How much?" Dad asked. "Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job..."
"Yeah, but the paint's faded" Sam said.
"Yeah, but it's custom"
"It's custom faded?"
"Well, this is your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Five grand" Bobby declared, and I winced.
"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry" Dad said, Bobby stuck his head near my window and tried to undo the door.
"Kid, come on, get out. Get out the car" He said, trying a little harder to undo the door.
"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers" I said, looking longingly about the car.
"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car" He said as Sam got out of the car, I tried but the door wouldn't budge.
"Now, this one here for four Gs is a beaut" Bobby said, as I struggled with the door.
"There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there" Dad said.
"No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes"
"This is a classic engine right here" Bobby patted another car "I sold a car the other day..."
Sam shut his door and mine flung open. "Oops" I muttered, as everyone looked at me. "Sorry, the door was stuck I couldn't..." I was interrupted.
"No, no, no. No worries" Bobby said, and I scooted out of the drivers door instead, seeing as the other door wouldn't move.
"You all right?" Dad asked.
"I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!" He got himself out of the other car and walked over to another. "That one's my favourite, drove all the way from Alabammy"
Something happened then to the Camero's radio which made all of the other car's windows smash open. Glass flew everywhere, and Bobby's mouth was hanging open. I bit my lip looking around at all the damage. "$4,000" Bobby said, his voice strangely high.
AN: So that was the first chapter. What did you think?