My second Transformers romance story. Remember, I don't own the Transformers. But, yes, please read and tell me what you think. I'm not sure if I'm continuing this story or not. This was all done in a couple hours. So, yeah. ENJOY!

Tranquility, Nevada, Sam's Home.

3:34am, Saturday, January 19, 2008.

Chapter One – Just the Beginning

Bumblebee lay sound asleep in Sam's bedroom, the black-accented bangs of his golden blonde hair softly tossed against his forehead. His toned body was extended, his legs sprawled in awkward formations, intruding Sam's personal space. Sam, who lay awake beside him, sighed angrily, pushing Bumblebee's leg from little room he had for what felt like the one-thousandth time that night.

"'Bee, for God's sake, keep your leg over there!" He whispered heatedly.

Again, all he got as a reply was a groggy, "Mmmm..."

Sam furiously turned onto his side and shut his eyes, trying with every fragment of his entirety to clear his mind and get to sleep.

Bumblebee shifted and softly rolled his tongue in a gentle purr, again pushing his leg against Sam's. Sam tensed angrily and suddenly sat erect, glaring death down at Bumblebee.

"'Bee!" He whispered irately. "That's the last straw."

He saw Bumblebee's mouth curve into a witty smile.

Sam frowned.

"I'm not finding this very funny," he said lowly.

Bumblebee's eyelids lifted. His eyes were an astonishing blue, ablaze like lightning. They glowed faintly in the dark like a cat's, and they sent shivers up Sam's spine.

"I find your temper rather amusing," Bumblebee chuckled.

"I would too, if it weren't freakin' three thirty in the morning."

"Correction, Sam. It's three thirty four and twenty one seconds," he stated promptly without the slightest bit of hesitation.

Sam's shoulder slumped and he shook his head.

"You're such a know-it-all, y'know that?" There was a playful edge in Sam's voice.

"Do I know that? Yes, you just told me," Bumblebee answered with a smile. He sat up beside Sam, his eyes seeming to flash once. "And I take that fact very proudly."

Sam laughed softly, patting Bumblebee's back with a firm palm.

"'Course you do."

Bumblebee smiled wider as Sam's eyes met his.

Sam noticed how handsome Bumblebee was in his solid, human protoform. His skin was unbelievably perfect, no blemishes whatsoever, a creamy white tone throughout his whole body. His hair was a rich blonde, the ends of his bangs accented black. His eyes were bigger than most human's and the bluest of all blues, a compelling and imploring color.

Bumblebee's body was exceptional; the greatest physique Sam had ever seen a teenager have. Standing over six feet tall at such an age, Bumblebee was the ultimate chick-magnet, yet refused to have any relations with a human female.

"I prefer femmes," he had once said. "More to love, in my opinion."

Sam sat his hand on Bumblebee's shoulder, turning his head to regard his digital clock.

"Better get some more sleep, 'Bee," Sam said quietly. "You know how you get in the mornings..."

Bumblebee nodded with a short chuckle and lay on his back, tucking his hands behind his head. His eyes looked up at the ceiling, scanning subconsciously without the slightest sound.

Sam turned onto his side again, closing his eyes with a slow breath. Bumblebee rustled beneath the covers for a few seconds, trying to become comfortable in the human berths. Sinking into the mattress, his eyelids fell.

Silence hung about the room. Sam listened to Bumblebee's breathing, his mind gradually beginning to drift into a dream…

Bumblebee twitched and his stomach growled lowly.

Sam sighed, chuckling.

"Sam?" Bumblebee brought forth his name softly.

"I heard it, 'Bee," Sam laughed.

"What was it?"

"It's your stomach. You're just hungry," he said, turning over to look at him. "I thought you knew all this by now."

Bumblebee shook his head. "I haven't been in my human form in many years."

Sam blinked. "Oh, well…I'll go get you something to eat." He rose, ambling groggily toward the door. He looked back over his shoulder, gesturing a hand at Bumblebee. "Stay here, 'kay?"

Bumblebee nodded. "I will."

Sam departed quietly down the darkened hall, tiptoeing to ensure that his parents were not disturbed. Bumblebee's antennae rose from their embedded position amongst his locks of golden hair, perceiving Sam's footsteps descend down the stairs, then fade away.