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MY FIRST TRANSFORMERS FIC, YAH!

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It was a semi-normal day for the human known as Sam Witwicky. He was currently at the mall, thinking over what had just occurred between him and one of Mikaela's friends.

He was sitting on the very same bench he was on now when an average-looking woman came up to him and smacked him so hard it made his head spin. He was about to question the woman's sanity when she said the one word that made him understand.

"That's for Mikaela."

He slowly stood up to his full height, making the woman realize how tall he had become after the last three years since The Fallen had attacked. He was quite the menacing site standing there.

Until, that is, he calmly said sorry for nothing in particular, and went back to his drink.

It had been half a year now when he had broken up with Mikeala. That's right, the dork, who had the woman every dork wish he had, threw their relationship to the lions, so to speak.

After the Fallen had invaded Earth, it took him a two years of random Decpticon attempts at revenge for him to realize Mikeala was in serious danger. So, he did the only thing he could,

he broke up with her.

To his credit, he looked like a statue. Never even blinked when she started crying and pounding his chest, just wrapping his arms around her and letting her release to him all of her emotions.

He then walked to the doorway to her room, turned around, and said that he wish it could of turned out better, and walked out. He hadn't seen her since.

He finished the last of his coke and threw it in the trash, before grabbing his coat and heading to the parking lot.

He no longer used Bee as a mode of transportation, he had duties to perform at the Autobot headquarters.

He now drove a velvet red Giugiaro Mustang concept car. After all, the government would pay any amount of money to cover up a national incident.

He also moved out of his parents house a while back, he still laughed when his mom threatened: if he left, she would go around town with his baby booties yelling, "Look what my son wears!"

His father calmed her down quickly and handed him five-hundred dollars, more than he ever let his son even touch before nodding with a smile.

He bought a small house outside of the city to live in and had been able to live sort of peacefully. The thoughts of the children he and mikeala would of had running in the front yard of said house had plagued his thoughts even now. Guess he wasn't quite over her.

Did he mention he had a job now? He was a street racer, Bumblebee taught him more about driving fast than any instructor could ever have. After all, what's the use of having a car that can hit 250 MPH and not use it? Unlike those movies like 'Fast and Furious', however, it was a lot less life-threatening. You win; you get paid. That was the rule.

Which is where he was heading now, a five mile race with all the bets against him.

"Just the way I like it." He grinned and peeled out of the driveway like a bat out a hell.

If Mikeala could see him now.

He never noticed the two red optics staring at him through the trees.

Stalker! Sam's got a wake up call coming!