There's a little room for interpretation here, haha. w/e, have fun.

The Autobot HQ had been awfully quiet that morning. There were no alerts from Teletraan I about any Decepticon sightings, and all the other Autobots seemed to have busied themselves with work to do around the base. Worse yet, Spike hadn't shown up, and Bumblebee was left to wander the corridors of the Ark alone, looking for something to do. He felt utterly useless, but he certainly didn't want to work on a megacycle like this. For once, the Decepticons were giving them a break, and Bumblebee seemed to be the only one who saw the true light of the situation--it was time for fun! Unfortunately, nothing was very much fun when you were all by yourself.

"Hey, Bumblebee!"

Just as the stout, yellow transformer was about to turn yet another corner, his audio receptors whirred with pleasure. "Spike!" The human quickly ran the distance between them, and there was an unusually wide grin on his face--among other things. "Gee, Spike, did you get all dressed up for me?"

Spike beamed. His hair, normally twisted with curls, had been slicked back into a neat, brown mop. It seemed his work was also taking a break, as well--instead of his usual attire, Spike wore a white shirt that buttoned up the front and a pair of nice-looking pants. Bumblebee wasn't sure he had ever seen this kind of human clothing before, but he decided it did look very well on his friend. "Aw, Bumblebee," Spike replied, obviously pleased.

"I'm glad you showed up, Spike," said Bumblebee, turning to walk down the hallway. "The Decepticons haven't been doing anything, and everybody--"

"Actually, Bumblebee, I can't stay for long."

Bumblebee stopped; the energon in his energy absorber dropped to his feet. "But… Why?"

Spike dipped his head, and his voice sounded like a dull gurgle when he replied. "Well… that's why I'm here… Bumblebee," he looked up, "have you ever… liked someone?"

It caught him off guard, and Bumblebee had to repeat the question in his head. Liked someone? He had never truly thought about it, but now that he had-- "I, uh… Well, I mean… What… do you mean…?" was about as comprehensible as the minibot could manage.

"You know… Don't you, Bumblebee? Transformers… you guys fall in love, right?"

Love. Bumblebee wasn't sure how the concept applied to humans and how different it might be, but transformers did experience love. He knew that. "Well, uh…. Yeah…" He wondered why exactly Spike was asking him, and something welled up in the color of his optics. The disappointment he had felt before was forgotten.

"You see, Bumblebee…"

"Yes, Spike?"

The boy looked up at Bumblebee and grinned in a way that made Bumblebee want to do the same, but his insides had melted. "Well… Do you know what a date is?"

He didn't. "No." He frowned, though not unhappily. "What is it?"

Spike laughed and shook his head. "Nevermind… Look, the reason I came here to talk to you…" He seemed rather amused at himself, and Bumblebee smiled. "I'm going to ask Carly out. On a date."

Bumblebee wasn't sure he understood. "A date? But…"

"My point is, I like her."

He felt mistaken. "Oh… You mean…?"

"Yeah… Yeah," Spike's grin twitched, as if he couldn't control how wide it was getting, and the more it grew, the more Bumblebee felt his spark sink. "Anyway, I was wondering, could you come along? Help me out? I don't really know if she likes me, and… You could help, couldn't you?"

"Oh… Yeah, sure thing, Spike." Although he wasn't sure if he wanted to.