My Crazy Life

AN: If I owned the Transformers I would obviously be spending my time with Bumblebee rather than writing this. So I only own my own character, Jeanette.

Summary: I love Sam. Really I do, but even twins can get annoyed at each other. And I swear if Miles hits on me one more time he WILL be missing part of his antinomy. Bumblebee/OC : Jen's POV

Name: Jeanette Witwicky (Jen) AN: If it helps she kinda looks like Jessica Alba

Age: 17 years old

Hair: Curly blonde

Eyes: Emerald green

Height/figure: Lean build with slight muscle and she is little shorter than Sam.

***** First Car

I stifled a yawn as someone finished up talking about their report. Everyone lazily clapped as Mr. Burns told them their grade and sent them back to their seat. I mean really no offense, but no one actually cares about these things. It's just a nice way for the teacher to blow off time so they don't have to grade anymore worksheets, and honestly who's complaining?

"Okay, Mr. Witwicky, you're up," Mr. Burns called. "Maybe Miss. Witwicky can stay awake for your report." I rolled my eyes.

"Good luck," I whispered to Sam as he got up from his seat next to me. He smiled at me nervously as he picked up his backpack and walked to the front of the room. He started to pour our Great Great Grandfather's stuff out of his backpack and onto the table.

"Sorry, I got a lot of stuff," Sam said as he laid it out on the table. "For my family-"

He got cut off as he flinched from a rubber band hitting him. I suddenly sat up straight in my chair and looked around for the culprit. Which jerk threw that? I mean I know Sam isn't the most popular guy around, but everyone knows that if they mess with one Witwicky then they're messing with both of us. I caught Trent's eye as he looked around with fake innocence. I gave him an accusing, icy glare with my green eyes. He smirked and looked away. Damn Trent. He loved picking on Sam especially after Sam tried to join the football team last year. Oh boy, Sam had too many bruises to count from getting hit on when he caught the ball.

"Who did that?" Mr. Burns said as he stood up. He pointed a finger at everyone, "People responsibility."

"So for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my Great Great Grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky," Sam started off. I tried to listen supportively but I drifted off in my thoughts since he had already practiced saying it in front of me a few times. You can only listen to facts about your ancestors for so long before getting bored.

I started thinking about how Sam and I are supposed to get our first car today. A smile tugged at my lips as I felt excited. It hadn't been easy trying to make a deal with Dad for us to get our first car. Obviously we are going to share whatever car we get since we were barely able to get Dad to agree to help us with one car let alone get one for both of us. I had worked my butt off to get my part of the money. I proudly showed both Sam and Dad the money when I finally got it all. The A's part of the deal hadn't really been a concern for me since school has always come pretty easy to me. I mean I'm not some super genius, but I've never had to try hard to get an A in any of my classes either.

Sam still had to get his third A though from this report. *gulp* If Sam doesn't get this final A, I'm going to kill him. We had both worked too hard to not get this car. With Dad, you never know what he might do and he might not be willing to help us next time around.

I jumped slightly as everyone laughed. I looked back up at Sam at the front of the room. I giggled when he said sextant and then rolled my eyes as he tried to get everyone to buy his stuff. That's my bro alright he really treasures family heirlooms. If you can call any of that junk heirlooms, that is.

I gathered all my stuff together as the bell rang. I laughed as Sam still tried to get a price on the glasses as everyone left.

"I highly doubt they're going buy our grandfather's junk, Sam," I smiled. He jokingly glared at me.

"Go ahead out to the car. I'll be there in a minute," he nodded towards Dad outside.

"Okey dokey," I waved as I left the classroom. I pushed my way through the crowded hallways. I grabbed my backpack from my locker and headed outside.

"Hey, Jen, where's your brother?" Dad asked as I got into the backseat.

"He's getting his grade from Mr. Burns," I explained. Dad nodded.

"Are you excited about getting your first car," Dad smiled. I laughed and nodded my head excitedly making my blonde curls bounce slightly around my face.

"Dad, there is no way I could NOT be excited," I smiled. We both looked at Sam as he ran over to the car.

"Yes, yes, yes!" He exclaimed as he threw his backpack into the backseat and got into the passenger seat.

"Well?" I asked pointedly raising my eyebrows.

"A- but it's an A, right?" Sam asked Dad worriedly a little. I looked at Dad pleadingly. Life would be totally cruel if Dad didn't count it as an A.

"Wait," Dad said as he took the paper and looked at it, "Yeah, you're good."

"YES!" Sam and I exclaimed as we high fived each other with huge smiles. We were getting our first car! I couldn't sit still I was so excited as Dad drove us to a dealership.

"I got a little surprise for you guys," Dad said as he drove into a car dealership. My jaw dropped from shock.

"No, no, Dad!" Sam exclaimed as he looked at the amazing cars around us.

"We're getting a Porsche?" I exclaimed with joy.

"No, you're not. I'm kidding. I'm not getting you guys a Porsche. For your first car?" Dad laughed at our disappointed expressions. Sam looked at Dad angrily as I huffed in the backseat.

I frowned at the dealership we pulled into next.

"Haha, good one, Dad! Now seriously take us to the dealership," I laughed. Dad gave me a pointed look.

"This IS the place, Jen," Dad chuckled as he got out of the car. I reluctantly got out of the car to look at the cars with Sam.

"This place is a piece of crap. Are you sure these things even work?" I asked Dad while looking at the cars. They're all junk. Who would want any of these cars?

"At you're age, I would have been happy with any of these cars," Dad said. *mental sigh* Of course Dad would.

"But you said you would buy us half a car. Not half a piece of crap!" Sam said gesturing to all of the cars around us. I laughed and left Sam to argue with our Dad as a man started walking towards us. I walked around the parking lot trying to find a decent car. I paused in surprise as I saw a yellow Camaro with black racing stripes. That wasn't there before. Was it? I don't know a lot of car stuff, but I learned a little bit so that I would know at least some car stuff.

I gave a low whistle as I walked up to it.

"What's a beauty like you doing in a place like this?" I wondered out loud. This is a nice car especially if you compare it to the other cars being sold here. I ran my hand across the hood of the car as I walked to the driver's seat. I swear I just felt it shudder. No, I must have imagined it.

I got into the car and admired the inside. It was in great condition especially compared to the crap in this parking lot. I moved my hand against the seat to feel the fabric. There it goes shuddering again. I put my hand on the steering wheel and imagined myself driving it.

"Oh, yeah THIS is a car," I smiled. I looked up as Sam opened the driver's door.

"Wow, can you move over, Jen?" Sam asked not really waiting for a reply. I rolled my eyes and scooted over into the passenger's seat. "This feels good."

"I want this car, Sam. I mean come on this car is awesome!" I smiled. Sam obviously agreed with me by the way he was looking at the car. It's unanimous! We shall get the car. *hehe*

"How much?" Dad asked while Sam and I admired the car.

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle and the custom paint job," Uncle Bobby B started but Sam interrupted him.

"Whoa, wait but the paints faded," Sam argued. No, Sam, it looks brand new to me. Catch my sarcasm?

"Yeah but its custom," he replied looking at us. What the heck dude!

"So its custom faded?" I said as I looked at him incredulously. "That doesn't even make sense!"

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, little girl," he said. My jaw dropped and I wanted to smack the jerk. "Five grand."

"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry," Dad replied. Bobby B bent down to look at us through my passenger window.

"Come on, kids. Get out of the car," he said. My jaw dropped in anger as Sam got angry too.

"No, wait, you said cars pick their driver," Sam complained.

"Yeah and this car is the one for us," I glared up at Bobby B.

"Well cars don't pick drivers with a cheap ass father. Now get out of the car," he said and started walking over to a bug car. "Now this car here is for four grand and is a beauty."

I frowned at the ugly car Bobby B was getting into. Sam sighed angrily and got out of the car. I tried opening my door but it was locked. Before I realized what was happening, my door swung open and hit the car Bobby B was in. My jaw dropped in surprise as I tried to hold back my laughter.

"Jeanette!" my dad scolded, shocked.

"I didn't do it!" I quickly defended myself. Sadly, I wasn't that convincing considering how hard I was laughing.

"Are you alright?" my dad asked him as Sam looked at me questioningly.

"Why did you do that?" my fraternal twin smiled as he tried to hold back his own laughter.

"I didn't," I smiled calming down from my laughing fit. "Honest, I couldn't get the door open and suddenly it swung wide open!"

Bobby B started to walk towards the other cars as he talked about another ugly car he wanted to sell us. Suddenly the radio started making funky noises. I looked down surprised to see the dial turning as all of a sudden a loud, high frequency caused all of the other car's windows to shatter. I shrieked as Dad, Sam, and Bobby B all ducked so they didn't get hit by any of the glass. Bobby B slowly got up and looked at all the cars in shock.

He quickly turned to Dad, "Four thousand!"

***** Car Wash

"Woo hoo! Our first car, Sam," I smiled as my blonde curls blew around from having both windows open.

"I call dibs on it tonight! Miles and I are going to a party," Sam smiled as he drove our car for the first time. We had played rock, paper, scissors for who got to drive first and he sadly won. Dang you rock, why does paper beat you!

"You and Miles are going to a party?" I raised my eyebrows. Then I burst out laughing.

"Why is that so funny, Jen?" Sam scowled at me as I continued to laugh.

"I'm s-sorry, hahahaha, but you, hahaha, and MILES? HAHHAHAHA! Woo," I calmed down still smiling. I wiped the tears away from my eyes from laughing so hard. "I can kind of imagine you getting invited to party, bro, but Miles? I have to come watch this!"

Sam frowned as he stared at the road refusing to look at me.

"Awe, come on, Sam, don't be mad," I poked his side. "Whose party is it?"

Sam didn't answer. I rolled my eyes at his stubbornness.

"Fine, but if you are going to be publicly humiliated by Miles, as usual, then the car must look fabulous!" I smiled. I ran my hand along the dash board. Sam looked at me curious from the corner of his eye, but refused to still say anything. When we got home Sam went inside the house still ignoring me.

"Stupid brothers," I muttered. As I walked into the house, Mom greeted me with a hug.

"Did you find a car you guys like, Jen?" she smiled. I nodded.

"Yeah, it's the best we could find and I love it!" I smiled. "I'll be right back."

"Alright," Mom said as she went back to whatever she was doing before. I went up to my room, which was next to Sam's, and changed into a purple bikini and put shorts on over the bottoms. I threw my blonde curls up into a messy ponytail to stay out of my face. I grabbed a bucket from the laundry room and filled it with soapy water. I threw a sponge into there too.

I bumped into Sam as I was leaving the laundry room to go outside.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Sam looked at me confused.

"I'm going to give our car a much needed wash," I said giving him a 'duh' look. "I said it needed to look fabulous."

He looked at me surprised, "Oh, well okay."

I rolled my eyes and walked back outside. I set the bucket down and turned on the hose.

"Alright it's beauty time," I smiled. I turned the cold water hose onto the car. There it goes shivering again! Man, I must be losing it. I shook my head. After it was wet, I grabbed the soapy sponge and started scrubbing the hood of the car. I hummed as I scrubbed it down. I swear the hood started to get hotter as I washed it but that's impossible. The car is turned off, so there is no way the engine could be warming it up. I jumped in surprise as the radio suddenly turned on.

"Baby I like it! I, I, I like it!"

"What the heck," I muttered staring at the car in surprise. Did the radio really just randomly turn on playing I Like It by Enrique Iglesias? I shook my head and quickly rinsed the car off with the hose. I whistled as I looked it over.

"Not bad for only a car wash," I smiled. I ran my hand over the hood and almost laughed when it shivered again. I may have lost my mind, but I'm going to at least pretend that I haven't.

AN: Hey everyone :D So listen this is my first time ever publishing a story so any kind of comments or suggestions will be helpful! Plus it would be nice to know if anyone actually read it in the first place :P