Car Shopping

Disclaimer- Don't own Transformers or its characters. They belong to Michael Bay and other awesome people. Only own OC's and plot changes.

Italics- Bumblebee's radio talk

Julia's POV

I fought to keep my eyes open as I leaned my head in my hands and half paid attention to the guy presenting his project to the class. I'm currently in Mr. Hosney's history class, my least favorite and thankfully last period of the day.

History's never been very successful in retaining my interest for very long and having Mr. Hosney as a teacher doesn't help either. He's extremely boring and most of the time I feel like he isn't paying his students any attention.

My eyes snapped open as I felt a soft jab in my side. I shifted my head and turned to my long time best friend Sam Witwicky.

Sam and I have been best friends since elementary school; third day of 1st grade if I'm being technical.

Sam didn't have many friends when we were younger and as a result he became easy prey for the schoolyard bullies. One day I saw him getting picked on by a group of boys a few years older than us and decided to step in. If there's one thing I hate more than anything else in the world it's a bully.

I defended Sam and when the boys didn't step off I intervened and kicked their asses until they ran and cried for their mothers. My dad, uncle, and brother were proud of me when I told them, but my mom and aunt weren't as pleased.

Once the bullies scampered off Sam thanked me and introduced himself. We've been inseparable ever since. We became even closer when my parents died about a year later when I was 7 years old.

They died in a car crash while venturing over to a friend's house on the other side of the city. A stupid drunk slammed into them on the road and sent them rolling down a hill. Their death's devastated me and Sam was my shoulder to cry on and my rock to lean on when I needed him. He was there for me every step of the way and became like my second older brother, though he's only a month older than me.

We were close before the accident, but our friendship was permanently sealed when I moved in with my aunt and uncle who just so happen to live three houses down from Sam.

Talk about lucky right!

"So you're coming with me to get my car today right?" Sam whispered in my ear as he leaned closer.

I laughed to myself and nodded.

"How about you get that A first before you start talking about car shopping. However if by some miracle you do somehow manage to get an A then yeah I'm coming. Did you really think I wouldn't tag along? I have to make sure you come back with a semi decent car since I'll have to ride in it, and lord knows you'll need all the help you can get since you know literally nothing about cars" I joked before sending him a mischievous smirk.

He glared at me playfully and was about to respond when he was interrupted by .

"Okay Mr. Witwicky you're up."

I gave Sam an encouraging smile as he stood from his seat, grabbed his bag, and walked to the front of the class.

I resumed my earlier position of resting my head in my hands, but stayed awake to listen to Sam's presentation. I've already heard it a million times since he forced me to be his practice buddy for the past week, but no matter how many times I hear it I still find it fascinating. I mean come on the man's great-great-grandfather was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle; even I have to admit that's pretty amazing. His great-great grandfather seemed like a cool dude back in his day, well you know… before he went crazy.

Sam was just about to begin his presentation when a small spitball hit him in the throat cutting him off.

"Who did… who did that?" Mr. Hosney asked as he stood from his chair and glanced around the room.

I turned in my chair and glared at the person I automatically knew was responsible. Trent, the definition of an annoying asshole, smirked down at me and winked.

I snarled in disgust before turning away from him. I really don't understand why Mikaela stays with that jerk. He's a flirt, a bully, and a straight up ass. His girlfriend is literally hanging on his arm and he has the audacity to flirt with another girl right in front of her face, talk about disgusting. If I were Mikaela I'd have left his ass a long time ago.

Mr. Hosney pointed a finger at the class and wagged it around like he's scolding a group of preschoolers "people, responsibility!"

He returned to his seat and queued Sam to continue.

"Okay" Sam tried again, though his nerves are making his voice shake every once in a while.

"So for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my 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" he continued while pulling out an old map of the Arctic Circle.

It was at this point that I spaced out and closed my eyes to get some much needed rest. I didn't get much sleep last night and a good ten-minute nap would help me regain some of my lost energy.

The school bells loud blaring jolted me out of my blissful sleep. Everyone jumped out of their chairs and ran for the door ready to leave the class as fast as humanly possible.

"Okay might be a pop quiz tomorrow might now. Sleep in fear tonight" Mr. Hosney said as the students left his class.

I stood from my seat and stretched before grabbing my bag from the ground. I slung it over my shoulder as I walked over to Sam who is trying to sell his grandfathers glasses to a passing classmate.

"Sam cut it out, no one wants to buy your family's old stuff," I snapped stopping him from making a further embarrassment of himself.

"Sam!" Mr. Hosney called as he returned to his seat.

I patted Sam on the back before walking out of the room. Once I was outside of the classroom I raced towards Ron's car, which is parked in front of the school.

"Hey Ron" I greeted as I climbed into the back seat.

"Hey Julia, how was your day?" Ron asked as he gave me a smile through the rear-view mirror.

Ron and Judy have become like my second parents and they've come to see me as one of their own.

I shrugged and laid my back against the soft seat cushions "eh it was ok, glad it's over though."

Sam's excited yelling blasted my eardrums as he opened the door and jumped inside.

"So?" Ron asked as his one and only son closed the car door. I lifted up slightly so I'm leaning on my elbows and watched my best friend hoping he was able to get his A.

"A-, it's an A though," Sam immediately answered while waving the paper around.

"Wait, wait, wait I can't see" Ron yelled and Sam forced his shaking hands to calm and hold the paper still so Ron could read the grade.

"So I'm good?" Sam asked barely managing to hold in his excitement.

"You're good" Ron smirked before shifting the car into gear and driving off.

As Ron pulled out of the school zone Sam turned to me and I gave him two thumbs up.

We were in the car for a while when Ron said "I got a little surprise for you son."

I sat up and looked out to see us pulling up into a Porsche dealership. I smirked and shook my head knowing Ron would never buy Sam a car as nice as these.

"Ohhh Sam's gonna be pissed," I internally laughed as I watched Sam's eyes light up with glee.

"No, no, no, no, no Dad! Oh you gotta be kidding me," he yelled getting progressively more excited as he eyed all the shiny cars in the lot.

"Yeah I am" Ron snorted before bursting into laughter.

I couldn't help but laugh as I saw Sam's face instantly fall.

"I can't believe you fell for that" I said in-between laughs.

Sam turned and glared at me "oh shut up Jul's."

"Don't get snippy with me because you don't know your dad as well as you should" I retaliated while ruffling his hair.

He swatted my hand away and I chuckled along with Ron as Sam sulked.

"You think that's funny?" he asked his father.

"Yeah, I think it's funny" Ron laughed.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked obviously not seeing the humor.

"You think I'd really get you a Porsche for your first car?" Ron snorted incredulously, the silly grin on his face never wavering.

"Or ever for that matter" I added as we pulled up to a rusty old dealership.

Now this looks more like Ron's style.

I frowned as I saw a man in a clown suit waving a sign around. His thick makeup is running down his face and the poor man looks like he's about to pass out from the heat.

When Ron parked the car we all stepped out onto the hot gravel. I fished into my wallet and pulled out $50. I ran over to the clown and placed the money in his hands.

"Here, how about you get rid of that ridiculous clown suit, get some water, and take the rest of the day off" I said and the man smiled at me gratefully.

"Thank you miss" he said before dropping the sign and running into the shade.

"No prob" I said as I walked over to Sam and Ron just as they finished arguing and a tall black man walked up to the two.

I assume he's the owner of this...uh establishment.

"Gentlemen…and lady" the man said as he noticed me walking up.

"Bobby Bolivia, like the country except without the runs" he smiled before laughing as he shook Ron's hand and asked, "How can I help you?"

I cocked my hip to the side and placed a firm hand on it.

"Well my son here is looking to buy his first car" Ron explained as he placed a hand on Sam's shoulder.

Bobby B placed a hand over his heart "You come to see me?"

I raised an eyebrow "Well duh, what else would we be here for? We didn't come for candy and pizza?" I thought sarcastically.

"I had to" Sam muttered under his breath and I snorted in amusement.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B baby, Uncle Bobby B" the man grinned before shaking Sam's hand.

It was at this point that I walked away from the three men and canvassed the area for a half decent car.

My eyes searched through every car in the lot and I was about to give up and tell Sam the bad news when I saw a flash of yellow out of the corner of my eye. I turned to my left and sucked in a breath.

"Well hello beautiful" I whispered as I rushed over to the yellow beauty before me.

"A 1976 Chevy Camaro, not bad…not bad at all" I said as I circled the car evaluating it with my eyes.

"Well I think I found the one," I grinned as I gently ran my fingers against the car's side.

Now I know this might sound crazy, but I could have sworn the car shivered under my touch.

I looked at the car questioningly before shrugging and passing it off as a figment of my imagination. I leaned down and popped my head through the open window before opening the door. I sat in the driver's seat and lifted my hands to the steering wheel to get a feel for the car.

"This is nice" I grinned as I rubbed my thumbs against the rubber of the wheel and once again felt the car quiver under my touch.

I didn't have much time to think about it however since Sam showed up by the window and popped his head in.

"What you got here Jul's," he asked using my nickname, which is short for Julia.

I looked at him incredulously.

"Is that a serious question? This…" I said as I waved my arm around showing him I was referring to the car "my friend is a 1976 Chevy Camaro, practically a blessing plopped right in our laps. It'll take a little tuning up, a good wash, and a few cans of paint, but give me a few days with it and you'll have an A class car."

"This ain't bad" Sam muttered in agreement as he stepped back and looked at the car closely.

"Plus it's got racing stripes and who doesn't love a good pair of racing stripes," I added as Sam opened the door and shooed me over to the other seat. I climbed over the armrest and plopped myself in the passenger seat as Sam took my previous place.

Like me he grabbed the steering wheel, but unlike when I touched the wheel the car didn't shudder. Sam swiped his thumb over the middle of the steering wheel successfully wiping away a layer of dirt. Once the dirt was removed a small symbol that looks like a robot face was revealed.

"Hey Julia do you know what this is?" Sam asked while pointing to the strange symbol. I leaned over the middle of the car to get a closer look.

I stared at the symbol and shook my head "no nothing I've ever seen before. Probably something the previous owner had custom-made," I guessed.

"How much?" I heard Ron ask the salesman from outside the car.

"Well considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle with the slick wheels and custom paint job-"

"Yeah, but the paint's faded" Sam cut in and Bobby B leaned down to see him through the passenger window.

"Yeah, but it's custom" the man curtly stated .

"It's custom faded?" I quipped while folding my arms.

"Well this is your first car, I wouldn't expect you to understand" the man said before standing back to his full height.

"Yeah well I bet you wouldn't understand if I shoved my foot up your ass," I muttered softly before Sam lightly slapped my arm telling me to knock it off.

When Bobby B said five grand I groaned and slammed my head against the dashboard.

I knew Ron isn't going to go over four thousand and the man can be very stubborn when it comes to his money. No amount of pleading or arguing will change his mind.

"Why oh why did it have to be five, it couldn't have been four or three or three thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. Noooooooo it had to be five freaking grand," I ranted as I lightly banged my head against the dashboard once again.

"No I'm not paying over four, sorry" Ron said and Bobby B tapped the side of the car.

"Kids come on get out. Get out the car."

"No no no" Sam argued, "You said cars pick their drivers."

"Well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father, out the car" Bobby ordered once again before turning to the car on our right.

"Now this one here for four G's is a beaut," he said to Ron while Sam reluctantly stepped out of the car.

I remained in the passenger seat and leaned back in my seat.

"But your perfect" I whined as I closed my eyes and released a frustrated sigh "you're the only car here that doesn't suck."

Reluctantly I reached for the door handle and tried to open the door, but the door wouldn't budge.

"What the hell" I thought as I pushed harder, but there was still no movement.

I finally put all my body weight into it and to my surprise the door sprang open and slammed into the car next to me which unfortunately was the car Bobby B was currently siting in.

"Oops" I whispered softly as I stared at the large dent in the other cars side.

"Julia!" Ron reprimanded.

"It's not my fault, the door was stuck!" I yelled defending myself as I walked out of the car and swiftly made me way over to Sam's side.

"You all right" Ron asked Bobby B.

"No, no, no worries. I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out" Bobby said before turning towards his main building.

"Hey, hey Manny! Get your clown cuz and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby" he gave this strained sort of laugh before climbing out of the yellow bug.

I leaned against the yellow Camaro as Bobby walked towards the other cars.

"That one's my favorite, drove all the way from Alabammy" B said as he walked.

I turned to the car beneath me when I heard the radio come on and say "greater than man"

I tilted my head to the side as I looked down at the car suspiciously. The car's not on so the radio shouldn't be working.

I turned away from the car however, when a sudden high-pitched noise came from the inside and the windows from all the cars around us shattered causing glass to rain down. I dropped to the ground and Sam covered me with his body protecting me from the falling glass. Even though I'm the one who can drop kick a man more than three times my size, Sam's always been overprotective of me.

Once the noise stopped Sam stood and offered me his hand to help me off the floor.

"What…the hell…was that?" I asked as I stared at the Camaro. It's like the car's possessed or something.

Bobby B stood from the ground and slowly turned in a circle looking at all of his cars, which are now windowless. He swiveled around on his heels and slowly lifted up four shaky fingers.

"Four thousand" he squeaked and I grinned before running into the passenger seat.

"I call shot-gun," I yelled as I jumped into the car.

Sam and Ron went inside to pay and fill out the paper work while I stayed in the car.

"I don't know how you did it, but I love you even more for it" I cheered before excitingly kissing the dashboard. The inside of the car seemed to heat up, but maybe that was just me since my excitement made my body hotter.

Sam quickly returned and jingled the keys in my face before sliding into the driver's seat.

"Just try not to kill us on the first drive" I joked as I clicked the seatbelt into place.

Sam rolled his eyes before putting the key in the ignition and starting the car up. I grinned as I heard the roar of the engine.

"Oh yeah this is definitely a keeper" I smirked as I rubbed my hands against the seat. I smiled as the engine seemed to roar louder.

"Oh this is the best" Sam gapped before peeling out of the dealership.

"Couldn't agree with you more Sam," I said as I leaned back in my seat and enjoyed the ride.

So the first chapter's over, and just so everyone's clear when I say Jul's it's like saying Jewels. It's just a shorter version for Julia.

I'm so excited to be writing this. I've been thinking about writing a Transformers fanfiction for a while since it's one of my favorite series of all time, but I've been so caught up in my other story that I never got around to it. However I watched the first movie again for the millionth time the other night and this story got stuck in my head as I watched it. The plot continued to build in my mind so I said why not and just started writing. Hope you all like it and please R &R!