Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers . I do own Ashleigh.

I was currently walking to Sam Witwicky's house to see this new car of his. He told me this ridiculous story that it opened the passenger door by itself when he got out of the car and how it made this high pitched sound from the radio, resulting in all the cars windows in the dealer's lot to explode. Personally I thought my dear friend had a few screws loose up in that head that has his so called "brain" in it. I rolled my eyes at my friends craziness as I walked up to his driveway to see this sweet yellow 1976 Chevy Camaro with black racing stripes.

"I can't believe Sam got a car as nice as this," I said in disbelief as I walked up to the car. 'Sure it's a bit dirty with a few dents in it, but it's still one heck of a car. Nothing that can't be fixed by mu-ah!' I thought. Actually the only reason Sam called me up was to figure out the "problem" with his car. 'Wish this was my car. Heck, I wish I even had a car!' I gently touched the hood of the car as I slowly ran my hand across it. I swear I felt the car vibrate underneath my touch, 'Strange, the engine isn't even on,'I thought.

"Hey, Ashleigh!"

I smiled as I heard Sam's voice. I turned around to the young man that I considered my best friend. "Well, hello there Mr. Witwicky how are the folks?" I said.

Sam laughed, "Oh, don't ask. Please. I swear my dad almost loves his grass more than he does me."

I giggled slightly, "Almost? I thought your dad considered the grass, Jesus."

Sam crossed his arms and gave me an unimpressed look, "Don't start, Ash. Seriously. You came for one reason and one reason only."

I gasped dramatically, "Sam! And here I thought you wanted to spend some quality time with me," I sighed, " guess I'll just go then." As I started to walk away, passing the Camaro, the sudden honk of a horn stopped me in my tracks. I turned around and stared at Sam and then at the car. Sam wasn't even near it...

"Oooookay, that was odd." I said while pointing at the car in disbelief.

"Told you I wasn't crazy! Please, Ashleigh you've got to look at it! Your the mechanic here! Please?" Sam said giving me the dreadful puppy eyes. 'No, not those! Anything but those!'I thought.

"Ah, no! You know that's my weak spot." I said pointing a finger at Sam.

Sam smirked, "Pllllleeeassse..." he said with fake tears appearing in his eyes. I looked at him hard trying desperately not to give in. But, unfortunately I was unsuccessful.

"Okay, okay quit being a big cry baby!" I yelled in defeat as I walked over to the car and pulled up the hood.

"Yes!" Sam said cheerfully as he did his own little victory dance. I rolled my eyes, 'Real mature, Sam...' I thought while shaking my head. I rubbed my hands together as I prepared to look at the engine.

My eyes widened in shock when I gazed at the fuel-injected GMPP H.O. 350 engine. "Wow, okay let's see here. Engine looks fantastic." As I continued to explore I touched the back of the engine to see if anything was loose back there, when the car's horn suddenly went off and the windshield wipers turned on. BANG! Startled I accidentally banged my head on top of the hood.

"Ow! Damn it! Fuck that hurt! Ow..." I said in pain as I gently caressed my probably bruised head.

Sam quickly rushed over, "Ouch! You okay?" I gave him a "do-I-look-okay-to-you-look?" but let it go as I silently nodded my head in reply.

"So, how's the car look?" Sam questioned. I closed the hood to the car and turned to Sam.

"Well, honestly everything checks out okay, but you should really replace the horn on that thing." I said pointing at the car behind me as I subconsciously rubbed my head. 'Man, that hurt!'I thought.

Sam laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." We both jumped as the car's horn honked again.

"What a weird car, but hey I like weird!" I said with a silly smile on my face while pointing at myself.

"Yeah, I can see how you two connect." Sam chuckled.

"Oh, ha ha ha I'm laughing my ass off." I said sarcastically while placing my hands on my hips. Sam shook his head at me as I thought about something.

"Hey, Sam can I stay at your place while my parents are out of town for two weeks?" I asked. I stayed at the Witwicky household quite a lot due to my parents being out of town constantly. It really upsets me that I never see them a lot. But, I'm a big girl.

Sam smiled, "Sure, Ash you know the guest room is always open for you." I walked up to Sam and gave him a hug.

"Thanks, Sam-Jam!" I said excited.

Sam hugged back, "No problem, Ash and hey don't bring that up! That was an accident!" Sam yelled as we let go of our embrace and laughed.

When we were younger Sam and I were making peanut butter and jam, or as some people call it as jelly, at his house for lunch. I did the peanut butter while he did the jam and he earlier spilt a lot of jam on the floor. By accident he slipped on the Jam and ended up getting jam all over himself. So that is why I call him Sam-Jam! Ah, good stuff man it never gets old.

"Yeah I know," I giggled, "I just couldn't resist!"

Sam just rolled his eyes, "Come on Missy it's almost dinner time!" He said as his stomach growled demanding to be fed.

I sighed, "Oh, Sam you and your bottomless pit of a stomach." I laughed and then smirked evilly, "So, what's the next plan to win Mikaela over?"

Sam pouted, "Don't start, Ashleigh!" he said as I laughed and we walked into his house only to have my nose attacked by the wonderful smell of Mrs. Witwicky's delicious pasta dinner.