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{Sam's Point of View}
I was sitting on my bed watching Jazzy carefully. If he hurt himself, I was screwed, and Brent was gonna kill me. If he hurt Mojo, I was screwed and, my mom was going to kill me. I wasn't supposed to be watching him, but Brent came over shoved the Nokia phone into my hands and told me to watch him until she came back. She was pissed her face was red, and I could see the fire burning in her eyes. She stormed off down the street.
"Sammy!" My mom called me.
"What?"
"Come here."
"Why?"
"Just come here."
I picked up Jazzy and carried him with me. "Where are you?" I asked.
"In the bathroom."
'Jesus Christ' I thought. I walked to the bathroom. My mom was staring out the window. "Is that Brenton?" She asked looking at the scene a few yards over.
Brent was standing in her backyard screaming up at her mom who was leaning out of a second story window throwing her daughter's stuff out of it. I opened the window.
"YOU ARE NOT MY CHILD!" Her mom screamed.
"FUCK YOU TOO BITCH! CAUSE YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!" Brent screamed back. I book came flying at her head. Her mom threw clothes, books, and all kinds of other stuff. At one point a silver box came flying out. Brent dove to catch it. Then she let out a wail of irritation. A suitcase was thrown out and she began to put her crap in it.
"Go to the basement, get the totes that are down there and go help her. Then bring her back here."
"What? Judy, no." Dad said from the door way. "We're not going to take in a homeless teenager."
"And why not?" My mom asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Cause it costs money. We'd have to feed her. She'd use electricity and water. "
"Listen here cheap-o. There is a seventeen year old girl being kicked out by her mother. She has a baby alien robot to take care of and is a friend of our son. We are not letting her live on the streets."
"She can live in the garage with Bumblebee."
"Ron!" My mom smacked him upside his head. "She is not living in the garage. Sam go get the boxes and help her. Take Bee with you." She ordered me. I wasn't going to fight with her on this one. My mom was starting to scare me.
"I'll watch Jazzy." She said. The little bot had her wrapped around his finger. He crawled onto her shoulder. I walked out of the bathroom as she continued to argue with my dad. I grabbed the plastic totes out of the basement and took them out to garage. Bee flashed his lights acknowledging my presences.
"What's going… on?He asked.
"Brent's mom is kicking her out of the house. She's throwing all of Brent's stuff out of the window. So I'm gonna help her pick it up, and we're gonna bring her here." I put the totes in the trunk.
"Ready to go?" I asked.
His engine snarled. 'Alright, so he's pissed.' I thought.
{Brenton's Point of View}
I was picking my stuff up as it was being thrown out of the window. I threw some of it into my big suit case and some into my duffle but I couldn't fit it all in. It wasn't like I had time to fold it nicely.
"I wish your brother was an only child!" My mom screamed at me.
"Fuck off bitch!" I screamed at her.
"Don't talk to your mother like that." My dad said.
"She's not my mother!"
"I refuse to call her my daughter." Mrs. DeMarco screeched.
"As your father-" My dad started.
"How do you know you're my dad? This slut has been cheating on you for years. For all the more you know Trent and I could be Uncle Jack's kids." I said. I took the full duffle bag to the front yard.
My favorite yellow Camaro and his charge pulled up in front of my former home. "What are you doing here?" I asked. Sam went to the trunk and pulled out two plastic totes. He grabbed my bag and put it in the trunk.
"My mom saw what was going on. You're moving in with us." He said.
"She isn't in one of those moods is she?"
"She is, so there is no point in arguing with her." He said.
I groaned. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the offer. I got to be near Bee and my damn near brother, but I didn't want to be a burden.
I grabbed one of the totes and took it back with me. "Stay out here. Who knows what the bitch will do to you." I said. I zipped up the suit case as the last of my stuff fell to the ground. I took it out front and Sam put it in Bee's trunk.
"You are a disgrace!" Mrs. DeMarco screamed.
I threw half of the stuff left into one tote and the rest in the other. The bitch was watching me from the window, leaning out of it.
I inhaled deeply. "You mother fucking whore, what the fuck are you looking at! I'm getting out of you shitty ass yard, bitch! Jesus Christ!"
"Don't you call me a whore!"
"Whore. Whore! WHORE!"
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?"
"I know I'm talking to a five stage slut! I know I'm talking to a woman who has been fucking our neighbor. I know I'm talking to the woman who has been flirting with her brother-in-laws, the neighbors, random guys at stores, waites at dinner. I know I'm talking to a woman who has fucked half of the men she's flirted with. AND I KNOW I'M TALKING TO A STUPID ASS BITCH WHO NEEDS TO GET OFF HER KNEES AND CLOSER HER FUCKING LEGS!"
I dragged the totes out front. We put them in Bee's back seat. I got in the passenger's side, and Trent came running out. "Brent!"
"What do you want Trent?" I asked. I expected some kind of asshole remark.
"I'm sorry." He said.
I was shocked. "For what?"
"I'm your brother, your twin at that and I treat you like shit. I'm sorry. I'm selfish and never realized what I put you through. I love you sis."
"The one time you're not an asshole and it's as I'm leaving. Go figure." I said. I gave him a hug.
"Can I ask something?" He said.
"What?"
"Why do you hang out with this loser?" He said.
"And there you go being an asshole again." I said.
I shut the door and Bee drove off. The ride to his house was quiet. I was trying to not break down, and he was just unsure of what to say. The seat began to move under my back giving me a massage. "Thanks Bee. " I whispered. I leaned my head against the window.
We pulled into the garage. As soon as I was out of Bee, Judy ran over and hugged me. "I'm so sorry."
I hugged her back. "It's okay. She's a bitch anyway." I said.
Jazzy clambered onto my shoulder from hers and rubbed his helm against my face. "I missed you too, bud." I said. I grabbed the tote out of Bee's back seat and dragged it into the house, Sam grabbed the other tote and walked ahead of me. He led me to the guest bedroom. I put the tote on the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. "Mother fucker." I groaned. Sam left to get the rest of my stuff. I started pulling things out of the first tote and sorted through them. I did this for all of my stuff until it was organized in stuff that went in the totes and stuff that stayed in my bags. Jazzy at one point curled up in the middle of the bed and took a recharge nap.
I laid down next to him once everything was sorted and followed his example. When I woke up, it was dark outside. I looked up at the clock next to me. It was one in the morning. "Damn." I whispered, careful not to wake up Jazzy, who was sleeping on my chest. There was a note next to me. The moon light coming through the window was bright enough for me to read it.
'Food in the fridge.'
-Judy'
I smiled. Food sounded really good. I got up cradling Jazzy against my chest. I walked down stairs to the kitchen and grabbed the plate of chicken from the fridge. I picked at it slowly. I ate and thought about the shit I went through with my family. The more I thought about it, the more upset I got. A tear slid down my face.
The Witwicky's didn't have an alarm system, so I walked out of the back door along the path to the garage. I opened the door and looked at the yellow Camaro. I walked over to it and ran my fingers of the hood. I heard a click and the doors unlocked. I opened it up and sat in the driver's seat. I still cradled Jazzy.
The lights in the dash flicked on. "Hey Bee." I greeted. I reached a hand out rubbed his steering wheel.
The seat softened. I leaned into it.
"What's wrong?" His real voice asked quietly. It was full of static.
"Just a lot of shit, and you shouldn't be using your real voice. Ratchet told you not to, and you don't want to make him mad." I said. Another tear fell.
"Ratchet's a grumpy aft. Plus there are others who have come in that have done much worse than just fry their vocal processors." He said.
"Being a rebel. I like it."
"So you want to talk about it?" He asked
"Do I have to?" I whined.
"No, but it would probably help." He said.
"I've grown up in a family where no one appreciated me. I thought that when I got away from them it would be the best day of my life, but it's not. It sucks cock for skittles. It's all I've known and now I feel like I have nothing." I was full on crying now.
Jazzy stirred from recharge and looked up at me. I set him down in the back seat. "Go to sleep." I told him. He just kept staring at me. "I'll be fine. Go to sleep. You're cranky when you don't recharge long enough." I said to him.
"You don't have nothing." Bee said. "You've got Jazzy, Sam, Mikaela, Judy and Ron. You've got Lennox and Epps, Optimus, Ironhide, and even grumpy bot Ratchet."
I chuckled.
"And you've got me." A voice said from beside me. It was raspy like he had an extremely sore throat. I jumped and looked over at the guy beside me. He was built. I could tell even with the leather jacket that hung over his yellow t-shirt. He had on dark washed blue jeans and converse. He was blonde with unnatural blue eyes.
"Holy shit! Bee?"
"It's me." He said in his hoarse voice.
"How?" I asked.
"It's a holoform. Ratchet installed it when he was reattaching my legs." He explained. "I can't go very far away from my alt form, but it's better than nothing."
I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder. It was solid. (Take that any way you want. They boy had muscles.) "Damn." I said.
He laughed. "What do you think?" He asked.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked him.
"What?"
"Your voice."
"It's nothing really, just minor irritation."
"I'll call bull shit on that on another day." I said.
"So…?
"This is so awesome."
"You're okay with it?"
"This is amazing." I said. I dropped my arm. I grabbed him into a tight hug. He hugged me back awkwardly at first, but soon relaxed. He started rubbing my back in small circles. "You've got us." He said.
For the first time that day, I felt like I did have something and I didn't need anything else.