Hello people! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I'm finally posting the PREQUEL of p i c k i n g s i d e s! Hm... I shall call this story... Losing Grip. Slightly named after Avril's song. Kind of, not really. Anyways, Chantal Price, everyone. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Transformers. But I do own my OCs. Yes, I'm impying Katherina Hart will be featured in this lil' story.

chapter one; semi truck

Chantal Price, Plays guitar, quite a popular vlogger on Youtube. High school senior, popular because of Youtube. And maybe Mikaela Banes. Slightly hyper around close friends and never hesitates to make a joke, slightly offensive and sarcasm is her language. She shows up at school everyday with words written on her arm. Her ever-changing style never ceases to amaze fellow schoolmates. No boyfriends, but has a fair share of one-night stands. Best friend since childhood? Sam Witwicky. Best friend? Mikaela Banes. Oh yes, Sam always tried to get her to introduce him but she wouldn't do it.

"What the...?" She mumbled under her breath as she saw the car at parked in her driveway.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, 'tal. What the hell is a semi doing in the driveway of your house?" Sam asked her incredulously. Chantal pretended to think for a moment.

"Oh, I don't know. But I don't think reading that note on the car would be a good idea. Because you know what, it might be bombed," she said in a overly sarcastic manner. Looking over at Sam, she saw him rolling his eyes. She laugh and reached over to pull the piece of note on the windshield.

"Chantal, I thought you might want to have a car since you just got your driver's license. -Mom."

Sam and Chantal looked at each other, eyes widening. "My gosh! My mom just bought me a frigging car. Dammit!" She exclaimed after seconds of 'the staring game' with him.

Sam had his hand up to his mouth. "You... Car... Mom... Buy..." Then he shook his head. "Oh my freaking god, your mom just bought you a car! A semi! And I had to get $2000 plus three A's. Why can't my dad be cool as your mom?"

"You're missing out the fact my Mom's never around in about a thousand years. And my dad, well I consider him dead," she said, her tone changing completely.

"Umm. Sorry. I forgot," he said, quickly regretting what he just said.

"Yeah, I wish it was that easy to forget. For me."

"Uhh... Let's see how the car works. By the way, my dad's buying me a car. If I get three A's and two thousand dollars that is. Got the two thousand dollars, waiting for the third A for history tomorrow."

She whistled. "Damn... I wish you get it then. Want me to come with ya tomorrow?"

He grinned. "That'd be awesome! I want your opinion on what Mikaela might like!"

Chantal rolled her eyes. "Oh gawrsh, when will you get over Mikaela-freaking-Banes?"

"If there's another hot girl. Not including you, of course. Because imagining banging you would be so... Awkward," he said, saying it without thinking then realizing his mistake and turning red.

"You are the most awkward person ever. Anyways, do you actually want to get a ride on this freaking car?" She asked him, opening the front door.

"Can I drive?" He asked, looking at her hopefully. "Please? I've never driven a semi truck before!"

She laughed. "Yah, all right. I'll have you drive my virgin car for the first time," she said, stepping inside the passenger seat. However pleased she was that she had a new car- a semi at that, she wondered why her mom would even buy her a car. Curiously enough, a truck. It seemed unlike her mom.

"Awesome!" Sam said, grinning like a madman and trying out the wheel and all such.

Optimus chuckled inwardly when he heard her call him 'virgin car'.

He was quite pleased he ended up with this femme. Instead of other possible humans in the world he could have ended up with, he was actually satisfied with this femme he had ended up with. For one, she was a fun one to be around. Only ten minutes or so with her, she had already cracked a fair amount of jokes. Her sarcasm was slightly offending to the one she directed it, but for bystanders, it was good humor.

Two, she was a pretty thing to look at.

Optimus never thought he would admit it, but he found her quite attractive. Okay, very attractive. Black curls over her shoulder, stopping one-third down her back, long overgrown bangs. Midnight black eyes and full lips. She was Chinese, but then, who cares? Cybertronians weren't racist.

When they had just gone to earth, they learnt English through the internet. He had ever-so-innocently stumbled upon Chantal Price over the internet. On Youtube to be exact.

Anyways, he had gone to her because he had heard about her relationship with Sam Witwicky. And that he learnt of Sector Seven. And that her mother worked for Sector Seven. She emmitted Allspark radiation. Her mother, when she was young, had accidently and secretly let her near the Allspark, making some of the energy absorb into her body. And she was half-cybertronian. Therefore, she had the ability to heal cybertronians, even if she did not know it.

He flashed back to reality, and was quite annoyed to find it was Sam Witwicky who was driving him, not Chantal Price.

He turned on his comm link.

: : Bumblebee. It's Prime. I want you to have Sam Witwicky buy to tomorrow. He's going to be in the second-hand dump. : :

: : Got it. : :

: : All right. Prime out. : :

"Bye, Sam. I'll see you later. Just wanna go to the beach for some swimming."

"Oh, and I can't come?" Sam challenged.

"Until you get your own car and until your virgin eyes get adjusted to seeing me naked and changing in front of you," she replied cockily.

He frowned and held his hands out in front of him. "Okay, okay. Enough details, man. Imma stay at your house today, okay?"

"Are you sure I'm not a bad influence for you?" She said jokingly.

"My parents are abominable idiots," he muttered, rolling his eyes and walking in her house with his keys. She smiled at him and pulled out of the driveway and into the road.

"Let's see if your speakers are kickass too, huh?" She said to herself while she slipped in her CD and turned it on. As the music started playing, she smiled and ocassionally sang along.

Optimus smiled inwardly at her choice of music. Her tastes ranges from country to pop to rock and even a little rap.

As she pulled up beside the beach, she got out of the car and pulled her dress off. His optics widened a little at how she was changing in front of him but he did it now. He started watching her and now he couldn't stop. Blame his curiousness. And his inattentivity when she said 'until your virgin eyes get adjusted to seeing me naked and changing in front of you'.

Slag, that femme is surely something worth seeing for once in his life.

No, no, no, he couldn't think of her like that. She was a person he had to protect, not... fantasise about, he thought.

When at last she had put on her bikini, she walked towards the sea and jumped in. Surprisingly, there was no one on this beach. When she didn't surface for seconds, Optimus nearly wanted to turn on his holoform and dive in after him. But then, he knew it wouldn't work that way. She went out of the water, and shook her hair out of her face, securing it with an elastic band on her arm.

He watched her in amusement, not knowingly, he became slowly obsessed with her. He got slowly obsessed with Chantal Price.

When she finished thinking about everything, she got out of the water, walked towards the sand, lay there for a while, tanning, and then went to get her towel. She patted the hood of the car and then got into it, putting the towel on the seat. She turned on the music again and only listened quietly without singing.

She got out of the car and patted the hood of the car before walking into the house.

"sup," she greeted Sam, who was lounging on the couch looking very relaxed. He looked over his shoulder and looked back to his TV.

"Your hair's still wet," he commented.

She rolled her eyes, not wanting to answer his really, really stupid question. Scratch that, it wasn't even a question, it was just a stupid statement that was really obvious. "Sam. I just went swimming. Of course my hair is damn wet you dumbass..." She said, unable to bear his stupidness.

"Oh," he replied simply, obviously not paying attention to her and watching the news.

She sighed. Sam Witwicky will always be Sam Witwicky.

"Mr. Witwicky."

Ron grunted and nodded at her direction. Of course, I'm a bad influence, aren't I? She asked herself. Well, not really. I don't see what I influence on Sam. But whatever they wanted to think, I don't really care.

She instead paid attention to Sam running towards them, waving his test paper in the air. "I got an A, I got an A!"

"Let me see, an A-," disappointment clearly written in his voice.

"Still an A though," Chantal said lightly, trying to loosen the mood. She usually really didn't waste her breath on useless conversations but when it came to Sam's parents, she tried her best to make a good impression. But they couldn't seem to get over the time that she kissed a guy in front of their frontyard. No matter how pretty she was, they didn't want her near Sam.

It didn't help that she had just a slight crush on him.

All the boys she could have and she was interested in Sam Witwicky. The dorky, slightly weird and annoying, but charming boy she was best friends with. She wondered why. She hated how he only thought of her as his very best friend. She hated it so much that she wished she only met him now, so there would be no friendship, but love instead. But she knew, it wasn't possible. To him, she was only a friend, who could help him get the girl of his dreams- Mikaela Banes, aka her best friend.

She sighed. As far as she was concerned, he would never like her. Or love her.

And then suddenly something loud distracted her from her musings. "No… no, no, no. Dad! You gotta be kidding me!" Sam was saying. At first, his voice was merely a whisper, but then it quickly got to the point where he was nearly screaming his friggin' head off. Ron gave a chuckle as they drove right past the porsche shop.

"You're right, I am kidding."

Sam glared sideways and sulked. "You think that's funny?"

"Yeah, I think it's funny," he answered back, still laughing.

She smiled slightly at the expression Sam had on his face. It was so adorable. She leaned forwards to Sam and patted his head. "I'm sure you'll find something decent at-"

She cut herself off as they pulled up into the second-hand car dealer- Bolivia's.

Chantal had to bite back a giggle that was on the verge of escaping her lips. She sighed again as she jumped out of the car, following Sam and his father. Maybe I'll just experience something incredibly crazy and get over Samuel Witwicky. No biggie.

I hope you liked it! How does it sound? I hope you think this is new, an OC who has a crush on Sam Witwicky.