Hey peoples!! This was just a one-shot I've wanted to do fro a while, nothing major. It might turn into more if I get any reviews saying that they want more. DOn't worry about my other stories, I just haven't had the time. Oh, well. Here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! Not even Bumblebee!! * Cries hysterically*

My name is Bumblebee and I am an Autobot. Sam Witwicky had bought me last year. I was his first car. I'm pretty damn proud about it too so no comments! We've been through so much together, he's my best friend. But lately, I've been feeling something different, something sinful, something forbidden towards Sam. Love. I don't know when or how, but I know it's there.

There are many reasons why me and Sam can't be together.

1. I am and Autobot and he is human

2. We're males

3. He loves... her.

4. I'm his car.

5. HE DOESN'T FEEL THE SAME WAY!!

Depressing isn't it? So here I am, poor little Bumblebee, wallowing in his misery because his best friend doesn't like him back. WRONG! I will take whatever sacrifices I have to to make sure that Sam is happy and content. It's my mission. Most of you say, 'What? Your mission was to protect him against Megatron!' Well your wrong. My mission is to make sure he is happy, and protected.

Yes, I'm his body guard, yes I follow him almost everywhere but if he ever wanted me to go, I would. You can't even begin to imagine the pain I go through when I see him and her together. Don't get me wrong, McKaela ( A/n Spelled that wrong didn't I?) is wonderful but it just hurts! I know I'm not perfect and I know I'm not fit enough to be Sam's guardian. He deserves so much more.

But still, here I am, sitting on the grass fully transformed, staring up at the stars. Weird for a robot to star at the sky isn't it? I do this because I was made wrong. I am a screw up. The Blue crayon amongst all the red. But they kept me, saying I'd be a good distraction. Optimus and some others are probably the only one who doesn't think of me that way.

My eyes glow brightly in the dark, but still unnoticed by bystanders. You'd think they're notice a ten foot robot. People are just so unobservant these days. I remember when Sam died for a few minutes. It felt like someone ripped out my spark. I fell to my knees clutching my chest saying ' not him, not him.' over and over. All it took was an I Love You from McKeala and he wakes up. I guess I should be grateful, she did save his life.

So here I am, staring up at the stars that aren't there anymore ( A/n Owl City anyone?) like the pathetic piece of scrap metal I am, playing Vanilla Twilight on my radio that's hidden on the inside of my arm. The song fits so perfectly. I feel so miserable.

But then again, I guess this is appropriate. I mean seriously,

Who would love a mistake like me?

Love it? Hate it? Read and Review!!! I felt really depressed while writing this. It might turn into more if I get enough revviiieewwssss!!!!! I love you guys!!! Anyone watch Invader Zim recently? THAT SHOW KICKS ASS!!!! I LOVE Gir!!!!!!!!!

Love,

Leena