Hey Ya'll! It's Me panicingrebelangels. Here is my third story. Okay well, its my second story that i've published but the third I have finished. Anyway This is my version of Transformers, but with new twist. And that new twist is a new character. Please review! Oh and I used a lot of dialog from the movie...So i don't own the dialog unless its said by the character I created(but there are some cases where she says somethings from the movie too) and I don't own any of the other characters, but I wished I owned Bumble Bee! Please enjoy!

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Today was the day! I was about to go get my very first car. Now I may not know much about cars but hey music is my thing not cars. Only problem is that I have to share the car with my twin brother, Sam Witwicky. So according to my father, Ron Witwicky, we each need to come up with 1 thousand dollars and good grades….although the grade part was mostly for my brother due to the fact that I get mostly A's. I am pretty smart but not as smart as one of my friends, who is like top of the class. So if Sam gets an A, we get the car…if not well then we have to wait even longer.

"Alex Witwicky…Pay attention."

My teacher, Mr. Haren, has it out for me. Like I said I get good grades but I really don't pay attention in like any of my classes. I mostly write lyrics for the band I am currently in or I think about my latest dream. Ever since I laid eyes on my great great grandfather's glasses, I've been having weird dreams; they are mostly about a cube with types of inscription. I have tried researching all different types of hieroglyphic symbols from many different countries and have come up blank. So I have decided to just let the dreams happen and keep them to myself.

"As I was saying the Americans headed toward…"

For once can we take a break in this class? Mr. Haren didn't get much farther then that last sentence because the bell rang, finally. Everyone tried to fit through the door at once. It was a pretty funny actually. Once the crowd of people dispersed out of the door, I gathered up my backpack and made my way for the door.

"Just a moment there, ." I groaned and sighed. Could this teacher just leave me alone? I slowly turned towards him.

"Yes ." "I would like to talk about your short attention span in my class." Did he just say that I get easily distracted?

"Look, Mr. Harem it's just that I tend to have a lot on my mind and it's the last period of the day, so can you really blame me? I mean it's not like my grades are dwindling." He sat there for a moment before answering.

"I suppose you're right. Try to stay more focused though." "Will do ."

Finally I am out of here. I quickly made my way to my locker and threw anything I needed into my backpack. "Hey baby what's the hurry?" My boyfriend, Zack, asked me. He was wearing his usual attire consisting of a slim fit band t shirt and skinny jeans. To top it all off, he wore worn out black chucks. Sometimes it was hard not to answer any question he asked due to his striking green eyes. His emo brown hair style with swiped bangs was just a bonus.

"Oh ya know. I get the car today. That is if Sam got the grade." I said while pushing my own shoulder length straightened hair out of my face. "Oh yea I forgot about that, but you're still coming to our band practice right?"

"Yea, 5:00 sharp, like you said at your house." I replied and Zack smiled. "Yep, you are exactly right." He leaned in to kiss me but I stopped him and said, "I gotta go. I can't be late." "Aww come on. Just one?" He had this puppy dog look in his eyes now. I sighed. "Alright fine." I kissed him quickly and left. "I'll see ya later okay." "Okay."

I started to sprint out of the school building about the same time Sam did. I threw my stuff in the back of the car and jumped in the back as well. Dad started to interrogate Sam about the grade.

"So?"

"It's an A- but its still an A though." You have to admit Sam has a point an A is an A.

"Whoa Wait wait wait wait. Let me see." "It's an A so I'm good." "You're good." Sam turned around in the seat and gave me a high five as Dad drove off. After about 20 minutes of driving we ended up at a Porsche dealership. Okay even I know our cheap sake father would never get us a Porsche for our first car. So what's the catch?

"I have little surprise for you two?" Yep this has got to be a joke but Sam didn't really seem to get it.

"No, no, no, no, no, Dad. Oh you've got to be kidding me." He got extremely excited. "Yea I am." I started busting up laughing. I knew it was too good to be true.

"You think that's funny?" Sam asked disappointment and anger lacing his voice. "Yea I think it is." "Yea nice one Dad, you totally had Sam going." I said while laughing along with him.

"What did you really think I would get you a Porsche…for your guy's first car? Although, Alex caught on." "I do love a good practical joke from time to time." I stated letting my laugh die down.

"I'm not talking to you for the rest of the day." "Oh come on Sam it was just a joke." I said. We drove around the dealership to a used car dealership in the back. Once we parked the car we got out and once again Sam started complaining.

"Here? You said half a car not half a piece of crap, Dad." "Oh Sam stop the whining. We're getting a car aren't we just be happy with that."

"Your sister is right. When I was your age, I would have been happy with four wheels and an engine." "Let me explain something to you." I rolled my eyes waiting for him to be done with his whole 40 year old virgin explanation. Sometimes he can be so dramatic.

Then dad brought up the old Witwicky motto. "No sacrifice, no victory." Then the owner of this crap heap dealership or something close to that came up to talk to us. I really didn't wanna deal with all of the info so I just skipped to looking around for a car. I was glancing over everything until I spotted a yellow camaro with black racing stripes. I walked over to it and ran my hand across the hood. Wow this car looks awesome. I went and got in the front seat and rubbed my hands over the steering wheel. Then my eyes caught the symbol in the middle of the steering wheel. It looked strangely familiar but I couldn't put my finger on where. I didn't realize I was still running my hands over the steering wheel until I felt it shudder…or so I thought. Maybe it's just my imagination. I didn't notice that my twin, dad, and the dealership man had come over until Sam was opening up the door.

"Hey scoot over, Alex." I did as he demanded and moved over to the passenger seat. I could hear the dealership man yelling about how he didn't know anything about this car or where it came from. Sam did the same thing I did and ran his hand over the steering wheel. He looked over at me and he smiled.

"This feels good." He said to me. "I know right? I really think we should get this one." I saw Sam spot the same symbol I did.

"Hey, any idea what this symbol could mean?" Sam asked me. "Not a clue." I heard Dad ask how much for the car.

"Well considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, the slick wheels and the custom paint job…" then Sam butted in. "Yea but but, it's faded." The dealership guy bent down to the window and saw both me and my brother in the car.

"Yea but its custom and you must be the twin. I suspected a boy." He put out his hand for me to shake which I did. I am a somewhat polite person. "Uncle Bobby B." "Hi I'm Alex." Sam interrupted our introduction. "So wait its custom faded?" "Well it's your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand."

He straightened up and said "5 grand." "Nah, I'm not paying over 4." "Oh come on dad!" I pleaded.

"Sorry." Uncle Bobby B bent down to the window again. "Come on you two get up out the car." "But you said the car picks their driver." Sam argued. "Well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap ass father. Come on out the car."

Uncle Bobby B started to explain about the bug next to us that was for 4 grand. I heard dad mention a fiesta with racing stripes while Sam was getting out of the car. I glimpsed at the symbol on the steering wheel once more, and then it hit me. That symbol I saw in my dreams before but, that's crazy. I quickly shook that from my head and finished getting out of the car, but as soon as I shut the door, the passenger side door suddenly opened and rammed into the bug that Uncle Bobby B was in. Dad proceeded to ask if he was alright and Uncle Bobby B assured him that he was fine and that he could get the dents out of the car with sledge hammer.

Sam gave me a look but I threw my hands up in surrender. "Don't look at me. I didn't do it." Uncle Bobby B began making his way over to a car that was his 'favorite' that came from Alabama when all of a sudden I heard some strange noises and all the car's windows in the lot shattered violently. We all ducked down and covered our heads. A small squeak escaped my lips. Bobby B looked around noticing that every single car no longer had windows leaving the camaro to be his only option to sell. He quickly turned to us and said desperately "4 thousand." I got up from the ground and looked at my dad who started to walk into the building to fill out the paperwork.

"Whoa. That was wicked." I said to Sam. "Are you kidding me!? That was weird. Like how in the world did that happen. It just doesn't make sense." Man sometimes Sam can take the fun out of anything. "Well just be happy we got the car we wanted." He nodded.

Dad started coming out of the building and strolled over to us. "The car is yours, so drive it home and remember you guys share it 50/50. So compromise on who gets it when. I'll see you at home." He walked away and drove off.

"Alright Sam you can drive it home because I need it later today." I said while getting in the passenger seat. "Wait, no no no no…I need it later tonight." He exclaimed, getting in the drivers seat.

"Well I have band practice." I explained. "I have a party." I sighed. I knew sharing a car would be difficult. "Okay well when's your party?" I asked. "I will be leaving to pick up Miles at 6:30." "My band practice is at 5:00 and we will be done before 6:30 so why not just let me use it and I promise I will have the car back before you leave." He nodded his head. "Yea yea okay."

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What do ya'll think? Not good? or good? Please review because I need to know otherwise....yea that's right. I left you on a cliffhanger!