So here it is my TwinsXSam (Sideswipe X Sam X Sunstreaker) fic that I've been promising for the last month. This is going to run through Mission city to Chicago along with my additions to the story line. So please enjoy and review. Thank you.

Obviously and sadly I don't own transformers.

Warnings: Violence, Harassment.

Sam Witwicky was a normal high school teenager. He wasn't at the top of the class but wasn't ignorant. He didn't have a super buff body but a toned one. He also wasn't as tall as the other boys but not short either. Sam Witwicky was just plain average. And of course average means boring to many of the popular and rich teenagers at his school. So as luck would have it Sam's oh so favorite jock had come to see him again, Trent. (For whatever reason Trent loved to pick on Sam even if he didn't have a reason for it.) So naturally many of the girls in the high school didn't like Sam because he was "weak" as they would say. But he had a few friends like Leo and Miles. His only girl "friend" was Maggie who he grew up with. Sam's little trio of friends never seemed to fail him unless Trent was around. He didn't want them to get hurt or involved in any of his pointless fights with the jock.

Sam's home life wasn't any better. His mother was as embarrassing as they came. Judy wanted him to get a girlfriend and would always give him advice or would scold him saying, 'this is why you can't get a girl,' and she was sadly usually right. Sam's father Ron was your normal middle aged father, a worker by day, a couch potato by night. Sam's father was laid back and tried to come to Sam's aid if his mother got too serious or had very ridiculous ideas. But Sam still loved his parents even if they were a bit quirky.

Today Sam got up as he usually did, late and took his shower and ate breakfast quickly. On his way to school he saw Trent pulling up to the school in his brand new red corvette. Sam loathed the well built and rude jock. As Sam was just walking up the steps to the front of the school Trent began to taunt him as he usually did.

"Hey, Wit-wacky, still don't have a car yet?" Trent loved to point out that Sam's family didn't have the money to buy him a car. Trent walked up closed and fake sniffed the air, "Eww, you smell~ don't you know how to clean up right?" Trent began laughing as all the other jocks and popular girls did too. Sam was seething on the inside. He wanted to turn around and just push the jerk backwards down the stairs. However Sam knew that he may be dead the next day if he really did that. Luckily many of his teachers didn't like Trent either only the football coach did. So as Sam went through all his classes he wondered how to exactly get back at the jock for four horrible years of high school. He glanced out the window and noticed the boys red corvette shining in the sunlight. Sam suddenly got a very evil idea. When his last class was dismissed he looked around outside the building; it looked like Trent had already headed off to practice with his buddies. Quietly Sam walked down the steps and to Trent's car, pulling out his house keys. On the passenger side Sam began to run his key the whole length of the car until a rough line was visible. As soon as he was finished Sam ran like hell to his house. Arriving home, he went to his room and began to think over his actions and how he would cover himself if Trent accused him tomorrow. Unfortunately no inspiration came to him. About an hour later after taking a shower and doing a little bit of homework Sam heard his mother come in from her garden. Peeking out his bedroom he noticed his mother had a garbage bag in her hand.

"Sam can you take this to the dumpster please?" She slightly yelled upstairs to him.

"What dumpster? We don't have one." Sam yelled back.

"Isn't there one at your school?"

Immediately Sam dreaded the idea of going back to the school while Trent was most likely still there. But Sam knew better than to anger his mother, she had a bat and a good swing and would use it if she had to. So reluctantly Sam shouldered the bad of garbage and made a short ten minute trip to the school. Walking up towards the school Sam noticed that the garbage truck had just pulled in and was heading for the dumpster. Quickly picking up speed Sam managed to get the trash in just in time. Sam wiped his forehead and sighed as he turned to go home. As he moved forward Sam ran right into something and fell backwards onto the asphalt. Looking up Sam met the face of an upset Trent.

"Hey, Wit-wacky, happen to know what happened to my car?" Trent spat at Sam.

"What's wrong with your car?" Sam pushed himself off the ground while trying to quickly come up with an explanation to save himself. Just as soon as he was on his feet Trent grabbed the collar of Sams shirt and pulled him up forcefully over towards his car just across the parking lot.

"You see that?" Trent yelled into Sam's face while smashing him into the window of the car. Of course Sam knew what was wrong with the car but tried to act surprised.

"Wow that sucks your car got vandalized." Sam stared as the damaged that he had actually caused a few hours earlier. "Didn't you just get this car?" Sam was quickly becoming better at his ruse.

"I know you did it." Trent pulled Sam off the window and lifted him into the air while punching Sam in the gut. Sam gasped and clutched at his stomach as Trent let him fall to the ground.

"What?...N-no way I would vandalize your car! I don't have a death wish you know?" Sam tired to reason with his life as a bargaining chip.

"So Wit-wacky?" Trent lifted Sams face with the tip of his shoe.

"Do you think I really have the guts to key YOUR car? You probably know me better than anyone else these past four years." Sam was finally regaining his breath and confidence. "You know Trent there are other people than me who are…jealous of your fame and your new car here at school." Trent began to think as he was praised by the boy. "Plus maybe someone just accidently ran into your car or something." Sam was somehow speaking steadily now. Trent hummed while Sam wiped the blood from his nose and straightened his shirt so it looked half-way decent.

"Alright, Wit-wacky. Maybe you didn't damage my car." Sam couldn't believe his ears as he stared at the jock. "But you are still going to be the one to repair it." Trent smirked while poking Sam in the chest.

"How am I supposed to fix that?" Sam pointed to the scratched paint.

"Don't play dumb with me; I've seen you at the carwash down the street. You do more than just wash the cars don't you?" He paused for a moment, "Even though you're a weakling you know how to treat a car right." Trent looked at his car while talking. Sam stood in silence for a moment before accidently stuttering out.

"D-did you just compliment ME?" Sam whispered. Trent turned to look at the smaller boy slightly miffed.

"You better be there tomorrow after school. You have only three classes' tomorrow right?" Trent walked away before Sam could answer the boy. But Sam was more intrigued by the fact that Trent somehow knew when he got out of school the next day.

(Time Skip)

The next morning Sam had to go and buy special supplies for Trents damaged car. His list of things included paint, wax, cloths, ECT. Sam then made this 30 minute trek to the car wash he worked at. Sam arrived at about 11:30am, half an hour before Trent would possibly be there.

"I can't believe I have to come here on a school day." Sam grumbled to himself. Setting up his supplies in one of the wash areas before heading into the small employee building nearby, Sam reappeared from the building in board shorts and shirtless. Even if Sam wasn't as big as Trent he was still well toned and tanned. Sam waited for about another fifteen minutes until he saw a familiar red corvette pull up into the car wash.

"Hey, Wit-wacky. Ready?" Sam shrugged in boredom, "My car better be perfect by the time I come back or we are going to have problems, got it?" Trent finished while cracking his knuckles. Sam sighed as Trent walked across the street to the shopping mall. Sam started by cleaning the entire car: the windows, the tire rims, and even under the car. Sam then opened the car's engine department and gave the engine a quick run through before closing the compartment again. Sam found that fixing the scratch on the car was easy to fix. He used some of the special supplies he had and filled the shallow scratch and buffed, sealed, and waxed the rest of the car until it gleamed in the sunlight. Sam finished with trying to get the exact color of Trent's car right. After awhile he noticed that it wasn't perfect but Trent really should have taken his car to a professional. But Trent was cheap even though he had expensive things. Sam hated Trent for another reason too; he was ungrateful to the people and things he had. He treated everything like it was expendable. Musing in his thoughts Sam allowed the car to sit and let everything settle before Trent returned. Sam had finished by about 1:30pm and went to go wash up with the hose himself. He had dirt, oil, and anything else you could possibly imagine on him and in his hair. Before Sam even reached the hose he heard some commotion to his right.

"Oh, wow, look how filthy that car is!" A kid snickered to his mom as he pointed to the entrance of the car wash. "I wonder what it could be…" the mother dawdled not amused by her child's rude behavior.

"Look there's another one just like it pulling in behind it. I've never seen such grime on a car." An elderly man piped up a few feet away from the boy and the mother as he was washing his old ford truck.

Sam turned to face the two cars coming in and could barely recognize the model. He walked over to the small crowd of three people.

"I bet that they're Lamborghini's" Sam paused as some people agreed with him after a moment of thinking. Sam notice that others were gathering in the few moment that had passed. "They don't even look that old…" Sam walked over to what seemed to be the red twin of the pair, "Wow I can't believe it!" the people watched Sam as he continued talking, "they're brand new models! I wonder how they got so filthy…" Sam finished not seeming to care much. Sam slightly frowned as he realized that these people were like Trent. Sam wondered off and the others followed his example losing interest in the cars. "Although I wonder why such expensive models are doing in a town like tranquility…" He whispered as he was walking back to the building. Turning his head slightly to look at the cars once more he spotted a familiar figure behind the Lamborghinis, Trent.

"So, Wit-wacky."

"Witwicky," Sam corrected but was ignored by the bully.

"How does my baby look?" Trent began walking around his car and for some reason Sam noticed Trents face become happier and more excited by the second. "Ya know this looks pretty good I have to say." Trent finished walking around and stood next to Sam for a moment. "You can't even notice the scratch unless you knew to look for it."

Sam was relieved instaneously and became more relaxed as the jock finished his inspection. In no more than a few seconds Trent hopped in his car and glanced at Sam for a moment before driving off.

"I'm so glad that's over." Sam sighed as he went to pick up his things and finally leave. As he went to grab his things he heard two twin engines pull up behind him. YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!

"Hey you are the one who cleaned that car right?" A slightly crackled voice called to him from the dingy red car. Sam turned towards it.

"Yeah, why?" Sam reluctantly replied as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Could you do ours for us? We had a little accident as you can see."

"Only if you pay me, no."

"Looks to me that guy who left didn't have to pay."

Sam turned to the other car, "T-that was a favor!" Sam tried to explain.

"Didn't look that way to me." The driver from the yellow car added. Sam looked at the cars and sighed.

"Fine…" He bit out. "You (He pointed to the yellow car) get over here." He growled as the car quickly pulled up to Sam and relaxed on its tires. Sam went over to the hose yet again and began to wet down the car. An hour after doing the same routine as he did to Trent's car minus the paint job he finished the yellow one. Then Sam began on the other Lamborghini. By 4:00pm Sam was tired and filthy.

"There both of your cars are done!" Sam huffed as he sat on the ground exhausted.

"Not to bad." The driver of the yellow car admonished.

"Not bad?" Sam stood abruptly, "Get out of here!" He threw the wet sponge he was holding at the car having it land on its windshield. The remaining driver was at a loss for words. As Sam approached the brunette driver in the car the man snapped out of his reverie and quickly followed the yellow Lamborghini. Sam seethed as he washed off with the hose causing some of the other car washers to watch as the water ran over him. Not noticing he grabbed his things (finally) and went to dress again.

(Back at the Witwicky household)

"Sam-"Judy walked over and cupped her sons face in her hands, "Why are so pale and soapy?"

"I had to help at the car wash today." Sam paused a minute before looking upstairs, "I'll tell you later though…right now I just want a shower." Sam smiled genuinely at his mother.

"Alright honey. Dinner should be ready in an hour." Judy walked away into the kitchen while Sam headed for his room. By the time he got into the shower he was already completely naked leaving a trail of clothing from his bedroom door. Hopping in and relaxing under the warm spray a pleased sigh passed his lips. After awhile he reluctantly got out of the shower, dressed, and went and had a large helping of steak his mother had made him. Climbing back upstairs and into bed Sam relaxed thinking about the homework he didn't do….

(The next morning)

"Samuel!" A voice called from downstairs. "Get down here now!"

Sam, startled, jumped out of bed and hurried to get dressed in jeans, a powder blue T-shirt, and a black leather jacket he had bought recently. Running downstairs and almost tripping over his own feet as he saw his father glaring out the window. "What's the matter?"

"That-"Ron pointed out the window to the red Lamborghini that was innocently sitting in their driveway. "Is the problem. Why is there a flashy new looking car parked in our driveway that we don't own or hope to ever buy?"

"Dad calm down! I'll handle it…please just-just get dressed in something other than boxers!" Sam blushed embarrassed as he rushed outside and ran up to the red car.

"What, . Doing. Here?" Sam punctuated each word in annoyance. "Look, I don't know how you found where I live, but you can't just park in peoples driveways!" The Lamborghini just sat still and no one responded to Sam's question. Sam glared at the car until his shoulders slumped and he gave a defeated look at the car. "I swear I'm too kind. Alright you have a few minutes to get out of here. I have to leave for school in 20 minutes." Sam walked away muttering, "I'll have to lie about this one too." As Sam entered the house Ron was sitting on the couch more appropriately dressed with the newspaper and a cup of coffee.

"So?" His dad asked.

"Well for one thing I don't know him and second he was having car trouble last night. He didn't want to stall in the middle of the road so he coasted up into our driveway. He'll be gone in awhile."

"Why didn't he just park on the curb?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"Do you see any parking spaces along the curb dad? Anyways he said he'd be leaving shortly so I wouldn't worry about it. Now I need to get breakfast and I got to go to school. See ya Dad." Sam headed off into the kitchen grabbing a piece of buttered toast while putting on his backpack that was sitting near the front door.

"See you after school mom!" Sam yelled while hurrying out the door. Walking past the red car Sam turned his head, "I just saved you and your cars shiny ass, now you better get out of my driveway or so help me I'll grab my mother's baseball bat." Sam thought he saw the car shiver? But blew it off as he quickly made his way to another hellish day of school. Meanwhile the red Lamborghini quietly started up after a few minutes and followed the boy.

Sam was surprised when he got to the school. Trent was nowhere to be found. Usually Sam would get a smack down or an emotionally scaring experience every morning. Sam thought it was strange that Trent was nowhere to be seen even though it was like 5 minutes before class started. Heading to the main entrance of the school he found everything to be normal, class was boring, and lunch flew by too quickly. The school bell rang and the monotony of the day ended. Heading out front Sam noticed a cop car parked along the curb but paid no attention to it as he continued home thinking he was doing radar on cars passing by. Five minutes into his trek Sam left like he was being watched by someone, turning around Sam found nothing but a few cars passing by but no particular person in the vicinity. Walking a bit faster and holding his backpack strap tighter Sam rounded another corner. Sam turned again when he heard sirens behind him. Stopping he looked to what the commotion was about. Widening his eyes he caught the glimpse of two Lamborghinis, one red and one yellow, racing towards him being cashed by a cop car.

"Fuck!" Sam jumped out of the way of the cars path as they drove up onto the sidewalk.

Well there is the first chapter of Love in Reverse. I hope you guys like it. Please review. I would like to know your guys' thoughts on this. Have a great day.

Tata~

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