Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any of its characters, I also don't own the songs "Maggie May" or "Barbara Ann", but I do own the characters Maggie Mae and Barbara Ann
A/N: This story is for Crystal! And major thanks to Ky-Ky! Much Love to you both. =)
Not What It Looks Like
Maggie smacked her hand against the door rather forcefully a few times before the door opened. An older man smiled and stepped to the side as he opened the door wider to allow her in.
"Hey, Mr. W." Maggie smiled, the soft dimple on her left cheek peeking out. "Sam here?"
Ronald Witwicky chuckled with a nod. "Up in his room."
Maggie nodded, gave a wave to Ron, and jogged up the stairs to her friend's room. Without knocking, she flung the door open and stifled a small laugh when the boy her age gave a startled jump.
"A little skittish, aren't you? What, are you writing another poem for the Love-of-Your-Life?" She laughed.
Sam slapped his notepad closed with a guilty blush before wheeling his desk chair around to face her, crossing his arms. "I could have been naked, you know. A knock would have been nice."
Maggie gave a snort of laughter and collapsed onto his bed. "Seen it before, nothing to brag about."
Sam narrowed his eyes and playfully tossed a pen in her direction, as though he were aiming at her head.
"He did it again." She spoke after a few moments of silence.
Sam's shoulders slouched as he stared at his friend with understanding eyes.
"He'll be home for your birthday though, right?"
Maggie turned her head back to him and a rather forced smile appeared. "Looks like it's just me and Barbara Ann again this year."
"No way." Sam stood from the chair and plopped down on his bed next to Maggie. "We're going to the carnival--where I will force you onto the haunted house--and maybe the movies."
The small blonde shook her head. "I just want to lay in bed all day."
"Well, too bad, I will drag you from that house, Maggie Mae Dallas." Sam toyed with a strand of her hair. "And...if you still want to lay in bed, you can come home with me and stay in my bed."
He wiggled his eyebrows at this and Maggie let out a laugh, but shook her head.
"Yeah...not so much."
Maggie raised her hands above her head in a stretch and Sam found his eyes lowering to where a patch of pale skin peeked out from between her low-rise jeans and her T-shirt that rose up with her stretch. His eyes shot back to her face when he heard her gasp. Thinking he'd been caught a bright, guilty blush rushed across his cheeks again.
"Did you hear about Colton?" She asked excitedly.
Sam quirked a brow and asked, "He was caught with pot?"
"Sam." Maggie scolded with a light slap to his chest. "He and Mindy broke up."
"So Mr. Wonderful is back on the market."
Maggie pushed up onto her elbows and watched him closely. "I don't understand why you don't like him." She finally said with a shake of her head.
"What's not to like?" He asked before continuing on in a high-pitch, female voice. "He's charming, he's captain of the football team, he's got charisma..."
Maggie frowned. "He's captain of the lacrosse team, not the football team."
"Sorry, my mistake." Sam rolled his eyes. "I don't understand why you do like him."
"Well, you kind of named off a few things about him..." Maggie smiled at Sam softly before reaching over and playfully shoving him. "Come on, I don't mess on Mikaela like that."
Sam quirked a brow yet again and Maggie shrugged.
"What?" She frowned. "Sam, she's never even paid attention to you, she doesn't even know you exist. Colton knows who we are and speaks to me."
"Don't lump Mikaela with Colton."
"Maybe you could watch Colton from afar and write poems about him as well, maybe then you'd like him."
"I do not write poems about Mi--"
Maggie quickly climbed from the bed and grabbed the notepad that had been forgotten on the desk. She opened it and began to read.
"Ode to Mikaela, what do I saya..." Maggie let out a rather obnoxious snort of laughter. "'What do I saya?'"
Sam jumped from the bed and made a grab for the notepad, but Maggie turned from him to read more, "Your skin is really hot, you have a nice butt."
"Maggie, give me the book."
Maggie made to move, but Sam was quicker and pinned her to the desk, his hips pushed into her, his chest splayed along her back.
He lowered his head to her ear. "Maggie, give it to me."
"Oh my God."
The two turned their heads to the doorway of Sam's bedroom, where Judy Witwicky stood, one hand reached out as if she were going to knock on the door, the other pressed to her chest, and her eyes were wide.
Sam and Maggie sprang apart quickly and started opposing, shaking their heads quickly.
"We weren't...it wasn't..."
"God, no--It's not what it looked like..."
Judy's eyes traveled back and forth between the two before speaking in a rather squeaky voice, "Barbara called. She said Bronte got out again."
"I better go find her." Maggie patted at Sam's chest before hurrying out the bedroom doorway with a, "See you later, Mrs. W."
Judy looked back at her son, her brow arched, a tiny smile playing at her lips.
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