A/N: Well as you all know, or may not know, but I promised to make a Bumblebee Fanfiction. Therefore, here it is! Yes, this story is starting from the beginning of the movies, but i'm adding my own little twist.

The Birds And The Bees

Chapter One: The Unusual Meeting

"I got it! I got it! I got it!"

I looked up from my spot on the couch and spotted my brother dancing around with keys dangling in my face. Today was the day he was supposed to get a car if he received an A, and by the looks of it I'm assuming he got it. I had left school early today for a dentist appointment, so i didn't get to see if he had gotten the grade. I slowly stood up, then gripped him by the shoulders. "Stop it. You have no dance moves, Sam." I said teasingly. Instead of even trying to think of a comeback, he just pulled me into a hug. I sank into it, enjoy this short sibling moment.

Sam Witwicky, the boy I called my brother. Yeah, that's right, I was adopted. And our differences were as clear as day. While Sam had his slightly curly dark brown hair, I had platinum blonde hair that faded into a light pink which faded into a lavender. So I had the help of hair dye, but the difference was still there! His eyes were a kind brown while mine were an extremely nerve-racking ice blue. In fact, they were so icy blue that Sam's parents were afraid I was blind when they first met me. Surely enough though I can see perfectly fine. Another thing was where as Sam's skin was tan and he tanned easily, I had this creamy complexion that never left me. I was a singer, and well...my brother was...vocally challenged.

"You have to come see it!" he exclaimed, pulling me out to the driveway. I sighed then rolled my eyes, following my overly excited brother outside.

"Not too bad." I whispered, looking over the yellow Camaro with black racing stripes. "Needs a wash, though." I could have sworn I heard the car snort, but I pushed it aside.

"Well you see I was hooooooping-"

I raised my hand, cutting my brother off. "If I wash this car for you Samuel, you have to promise to let me drive it whenever needed." I said.

"Fine!" he groaned, "But you have to come to the party with me later."

"You mean that party at the lake you're going to with Miles so you can try and impress that Mikaela girl?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He nodded sheepishly then gave a huge grin. "Sure whatever." I said with a shrug.

He picked me up and squeezed me. "Have I ever told you how much I love you, Kaytlin?" he said.

"A little too much! Now go get me the stuff to wash your car!" I said with a laugh. He ran off into the house and I looked over at the car. After tying my hair up in a ponytail, I ran my hand over the hood. I could have sworn I felt the car shiver, but I made myself believe my hand was just shaking. I wearily picked up the hose and started spraying down the car. Sam came out just in time with a bucket of soapy water, a sponge, and some towels.

After the car was rinsed, I took the soapy sponge and starting motioning circles all over the car. When I got to the hood, I SWEAR the engine revved. I slowly began to make circles with the sponge again, and this time the car began to heat up.

"What's with you?" I whispered.

Never did I actually expect the car to respond.

"Baby got me goin' crazy..." the radio sang out.

I jumped back, starring at the car as if it was an alien. Ha, the irony. After awhile of internal freaking out, I slowly finished soaping up the hood. When this was done, I quickly washed it off and dried it. Taking one last glance at the car, I skipped into the house.

"Sammy-babe! Your car is done!" I called out sweetly.

He came out of the kitchen with a red face. "Do you really have to call me that?" he whispered. My pink lips curved into a smirk. I've been a part of the Witwicky family for seven years now, and I called him cute names occasionally. He just grew flustered because he never wanted to admit that he had a crush on me when we were younger.

I stuck out my tongue then made my way upstairs. After tossing off my wet clothes I gazed at my reflection. I turned my back to the mirror and gazed over my shoulder at the tattoo on my left shoulder. It was a rather beautifully done dream catcher with the words 'Dreams are my reality' printed in cursive. It took awhile of convincing, but my adoptive parents eventually gave in. Hey, if Sam was getting a car then I was going to have a harmless needle ink up my smooth skin for the rest of my life.

"Oh yeah we need to-"

"Sam!" I screeched, starring at my brother who had barged into my room while I was practically naked. Sure he had seen me in a bikini, but these were my undergarments. His face went blood red and he instantly shut his eyes, waving his hands in the air as if trying to find his way out. I walked over and pushed him out, closing, and locking the door this time. "You act like I'm unattractive!" I yelled.

"You are!" he yelled back, and I could sense him tensing up. "W-Wait no I didn't mean it like that. I-It's just you're my sister so it's like I-I'm not s-supposed to see all that and I mean all that. It's not like it wasn't nice. I mean- no that's wrong! Wait not that saying that it wasn't nice was wrong it's just-"

"SHUTUP!" I yelled interrupting his rant.

After slipping on a pair of light denim Jean shorts and a pink short sleeve v-neck, I let down my hair. I ran my fingers through it, then straightened it a bit and combed out my side-swept bangs that nearly covered my right eye. Applying my make-up, I gave myself a once over.

I was decent enough.

I ran downstairs in time to hear my brother arguing with my dad over a pathway or something like that. I sprinted to the car, and slipped in the passenger seat. When Sam came over he was mumbling something about 'putting bling on a boy dog' but I shrugged it off.

After picking up Miles, heading to the party, and Sam having a mini freak out attack about Mikaela being there, the two finally got out of the car. I heard Sam saying something about pop-up books and I giggled.

"You didn't tell me you brought your sister."

My heart sunk. That voice belonged to Trent. I never got what my relationship was with Trent. He hated me, but yet he constantly flirted with me...well, if he wasn't insulting me. All this only caused me to sink farther in the leather seats. I wasn't in the mood for him today.

Sam, who was a protective brother like any other looked over at me and then grunted. "Miles, lets go." he called out to monkey boy who was climbing a tree. I never had a problem with his best friend, but man was he weird. But hey, who was I to judge their bromance. Miles retreated to the back seat, but Sam seemed to focus on something just as he was about to open the door.

"Who's going to drive you home?"

I looked at the radio curiously. Then my gaze focused on what Sam was looking at. I groaned and rolled my eyes at the sight of him gawking at Mikaela walking away on the side of the road. Sam and Miles began bickering about Mikaela, and how she could sit in the back with him, but Sam was not going to let that happen. Finally I decided to use my flirtatious girl charm.

"Miles. Could you please just do this for my little Sam?" I begged in a soft tone, my lips formed in a pout as I reached into the back to give his leg a squeeze. His eyes widened and he avoided my gaze as he got out of the car, a blush apparent on his cheeks.

"That was so not needed." Sam said as he started the car, obviously kicking into brother mode.

"Got him out, didn't it?" I said with a confident smirk as I climbed into the back seat. "Go get your girl, tiger."

Sam pulled up next to her and stammered out something about riding her home before correcting himself and offering a ride home. After noticing I was in the back, she got in.

Talk about awkward silences.

Me: So here we are at the end of my first chapter.

Kaytlin: So what's up with the car?

Me: Heh heh heh -evil grin- oh you'll find out...

Kaytlin: o.o

Sam: Could you give AnimeDreamWriter all your reviews?

Kaytlin: Sammy-babe! You're here too!

Sam: -Blushes- Of course, i'm in the story too -.-