Hey ya'll its me again. This time I'm gonna take a shot at Transformers, which is definitely my favorite movie of all time! The TV shows were great, and I think they only made it better with the movie. This will not be my only Transformers fic, because I am going to do more like this one. I will take each character and have them in their own Romance/Humor situation. Enjoy!
Title: Amarillo by Mornin'
Explanation of Title: "Amarillo by Mornin'" is a wonderful song that George Strait sings. I was going to title this "Amarillo Sky" which is by Jason Aldean, and I still might change it to that later. The setting for this story is obviously, Amarillo, Texas.
Summary: A new Autobot lands in Amarillo, Texas on a sharecroppers land. When Sam and the other's arrive, they find that they have a lot of explaining to do.
Notes: I do not own the Transformers, or Samuel James Whitwicky/Mikaela Banes. I do however own Carolina Hicks. And any affiliations to her.
Characters Involved:
Optimus Prime (also as holo!Optimus)
Bumblebee (also as holo! Bee)
Ironhide (also as holo!Hide)
Ratchet (also as holo!Ratchet)
Jazz (Later on) (also as holo!Jazz)
Sam Whitwicky
Mikaela Banes
Prowl (also as holo!Prowl)
Carolina Rangle Hicks
Age: 22
Height: 5'4
Weight: 12 lbs
Hair Color: Strawberry Blonde/ chin length
Eye Color: Light hazel
Pairings:
Sam x Mikaela
Mikaela x Sam
Carolina x (former boyfriend/dumps her at beginning of story)
Optimus x Carolina
Anyways, enough of all that. I'm sure ya'll are ready for the story. So here it goes…ladies and gentlemen..I present to you :
Amarillo by Mornin'It was something, Carolina decided. Something to be under the steady heat of a spotlight. Not just to sing your heart out to the awaiting crowd. It was something that she couldn't just put her finger on, that made her so joyous to be up there on stage. Maybe it was the roar of the crowd when she was through, or the satisfaction it gave her that they enjoyed her singing, or maybe because it made her feel proud just like when she finished picking the bushels of corn. It made her smile, the glorious feeling.
"Thank ya'll so much. Its hard to believe how good ya'll are to me, even after all these years! And I would love to stay up here tonight, but all ya'll know I gotta get up in the mornin' and work that tractor."
Carolina smiled at the murmured voices in the crowd. She had grown up in this town, and could tell you about everyone and their momma that lived here. They were all aware that after her father passed away last year, she took on the responsibilities and duties of carrying on his legacy as Texas' most well known sharecropper. Even going through the pain of his death, her mother leaving with another man, and her brother's going off to college. She cared for 1000 acres all by her lonesome self, and she thought that sometimes, she wouldn't be able to do it without one person—her boyfriend, Michael.
Michael McAllister had been her childhood friend, for as long as Carolina could remember. They had been dating for two years and she was positive he was the one. Even though everyone in the town begged her to do otherwise, she stayed with him. He wasn't here tonight, which disappointed her, but she knew that he had to work. It was strange that he had to work so late at the brewery, but she didn't question it. He was a handsome man, and rather charming too. She noticed sometimes that he would take his attentions to other women, but she didn't say anything about it, she knew he was a man, and that men did that sometimes.
She wondered about it as she stepped down from the stage, guitar strapped to her front. She wasn't that bad looking. More of a simple looking girl. Strait strawberry blonde hair, cropped into a chin length bob. Round, cherub face, big bright smile, small and thin, with a ample sized chest and the lightest colored hazel eyes. She shook her head, promising herself not to doubt him. Her looks should be the least of her worries right now, she reminded herself that she should be worried about the crops making it this year.
She received pats on the back and hugs from different people in the audience, and even offers to buy her drinks from the bar. She nodded and laughed with them and shot down the drinks, the excuse being that she had to get up early in the morning. She glanced around the crowd, perhaps to catch a glimpse of her man, but he was no where in sight. Michael claimed that he would make it before she left so that she would have a ride home. But he was there. She sighed inwardly and made her way through the throng of people towards the front doors.
When she pushed through, Carolina took a deep breath and tore her mind away from how angry she was becoming with the fact that he was not there like she had heard him promise. She could walk. The farm was only ten or fifteen miles outta town. She gazed off in the direction of her home and groaned. It was going to be a long night.
That's when she noticed it.
It fell from the sky rapidly. A giant ball of flame and embers. She followed it as it fell and horror tore into her chest----it was heading for her home. She turned and was about to rush back into the bar when an young man by the name of Connor came out the door.
"Connor! Thank God! Look!"
When she pointed to the ball of flame, the slightly older boy gave a jump.
"What in the name of--- Carolina that's headin' straight in your direction."
They shared a terrified look and her grasped her arm. "Come on. Get in the truck." He practically drug her over to his old beat up Dodge and threw her into the middle whilst he climbed inside. The engine roared and the tires threw gravel as he sped off, towards her home. She clung to his arm the whole way, surprised with how fast he was going down the dirt road. Carolina's heart raced when they reached the long fence that surrounded all the acres. She watched in horror as the ball slammed into the ground and erupted in flame. She watched as all of her and her father's years of backbreaking work went up into flame. She felt hot tears slid down her face as she gave a wordless cry.
As soon as Connor hit the brakes, she spilled from the cab, almost falling from the thunderous shaking from the impact. She felt a dry sob heave from her throat as she watch her crops catch fire. She vaguely remembered hearing Connor say something about going for help and hearing his truck take off into the night over the roar of the fire.
Carolina was so engrossed in what was happening that she didn't notice several vehicles coming to a stop behind her. She stood, watching the blaze, her guitar dangling from her hand. Her mouth opened with ragged sobs and her face was beginning to coat in ash from the fire. Tears left a shiny trail down her dirty face as she watched all her life burn down before her eyes. She figured it was only a matter of time before the house caught fire, and then she really would be left with nothing. When there was an explosion, which meant that the fire had reached the tractor, she was thrown back---into someone's awaiting arms. She was aware of the muscular arms wrapped around her and a soothing voice in her ear.
"Its alright Miss. Its gonna be okay." She clung to the arms that wrapped around her middle and held her from harm. She felt an odd feeling of safety close around her, and she could've sworn that it was her father behind her. She figured it was the fire department and lifted her head to look up at the man. He was dressed in a pair of slightly baggy jeans, a tight black tee and a black and yellow motorcycle jacket. He had shaggy blonde hair and she was instantly reminded of a surfer. His eyes caught her attention. They were a bright, beautiful alien blue. He was rather handsome, in that hot high schooler way. She watched as someone else caught his attention and suddenly she was passed into another set of arms.
There was another soothing voice, one that instantly calmed her of all her fears. He was a damn good looking man. Tall in stature, and far better built than the blonde that had just held her. He had the same color eyes, with tanned skin and dark brown hair cropped close to his head. He was dressed in a blue pressed button down shirt that was tucked into his wranglers. Cowboy boots adorned his feet. She felt a warm hand cup her cheek as he helped her stand correctly, one arm looped about her waist held her to him.
Hazel eyes closed as new hot tears spilled down her face. She felt his thumb wipe away a few stray tears and something flooded her. Comfort. She used to feel this way when her father held her.
"I promise that we will do all that we can to help you." His voice was commanding and strong, booming over all that was going on behind her. His face rushed past her closed eye lids and his voice carried her somewhere safe.
"Thank you." That was all that she could muster. She clung to the tall man, hands becoming fists, pulling the material of his shirt. That was the last thing that she remembered, then her vision went black and she felt numb, her body limp. The last thought she had before she passed out was about the man holding her close to him.
OOOOO.Cliffhanger.Wohoo. Review please! Thanks. I will submit the next chapter soon.