Hey everyone! I'm back, with a totally new fanfic. :)

I don't own Transformers. Wish I did but I don't.

Chapter 1

I sighed, drumming my fingers against the desk that I was currently occupying. I glanced at the clock for the millionth time, carefully taking note of the time. 11:59 pm. I heaved another sigh and thumped my head against the desk repeatedly. I peeked from the corner of my eye and yelped leaping from my feet.

12 o' clock.

"I'm finally 18. Time to get out of this hell hole."

I put my backpack on and strode to the window. I carefully clambered out of it and stood on the ledge. I made a leap to the garden dais and glanced to the street to see my two friends Tori and Reese leaning against her car.

I balanced on the dais for a moment and jumped off. I crouched when I landed absorbing the shock. I made a dash for the car.

"Bah! Freedom!" I exclaimed clambering into the car.

Tori laughed. "I bet you're glad to be out of that place."

"Ugh, you can't imagine." I said with a slight grimace.

Reese turned to give me a grin. "Ready to go get your very own car?"

"You bet!"

It took a while to get to Tori and Reese's house. I hopped out of the car and grabbed my backpack.

"I've got a surprise for you." Tori said opening the door after rummaging around for her keys.

"What? Is it brownies?" I asked clasping my hands in front of me.

"Well that's part of it." She dragged me down the hall and down to the basement. Reese chuckled behind us.

"Well?"

I gaped at the sight before me. Tori had cleared out her entire basement. She had taken all the tools and gadgets that I made and set them up. There was an entire wall devoted to just hand held weapons that I made. There was a table set up for gadgets that I had yet to complete.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you guys so much!" I said pulling them into a fierce hug.

"No problem. Happy Birthday Chick-a-dee." They replied. "Now let's get some sleep if we wanna go get your car." Reese said.

I went to my designated bedroom and tossed my bag on the floor and flopped into bed.

A few hours later I awoke to the sounds and smells of breakfast being made. I showered and changed and drifted downstairs and into a seat.

Tori grinned and set a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me.

"You never miss a meal. Do you?" She said laughing.

"Nope." I managed around a bit of toast.

We piled into her car and drove to a dealership near her house.

'Bolivia's.' I thought to myself. 'Eh it's worth a shot.'

I stepped out of the car and fluttered around for a moment before speeding off in a random direction, completely ignoring the guy in a clown costume.

"Looking for a car ladies?" The owner, a man by the name of Bobby B., asked.

"Uhm, well yes. Our younger friend is." She said gesturing to me. I glanced at a beat up yellow Bug and scoffed. I turned away and went through the row of cars. The cars looked as if they had seen it all.

At the sound of an engine, I whipped back around to look at a car that I must have overlooked. A yellow Camero with two black racing stripes. It looked like tender love and car and a bit of elbow grease but other than that, it was a beaut. I walked around the car running the tips of my fingers over it.

'Whoa did it just shudder?' I thought and then shook my head at the silly notion.

I eased the door open and slid inside.

"Hello gorgeous. What's a beauty like you doing in a place like this?" I murmured touching the steering wheel. 'Huh, what's this?'

On the center of the steering wheel where the Chevy insignia usually was, there was a completely different logo. I brushed my thumb across it a few times and revealed it. A face of sorts.

"That's strange." I said aloud.

"Oh girl, this is a beauty." Tori said by my ear. I jumped at the sound and looked up at her sheepishly. She leaned in the car against the window frame and chuckled at my expression.

"Someone looks as if they had been shot by Cupid's arrow." Reese said.

I giggled. "I think...I'm in love."

There it was again! My car was definantly shuddering.

I laughed to myself. I was already calling it "my car."

"Hmm, that's strange. I've never seen this one before." Bobby said leaning against the car in a way that greatly annoyed me.

"Hey! Manny!" He yelled.

A Hispanic man stepped into my view in a blue jumpsuit.

"What?"

"Have you seen this car before?"

"No, I haven't! It's loco!"

"Don't you go Ricky Ricardo on me!" Bobby said leaning towards the car again.

"How much for this one?" I asked, stroking the steering with a finger.

"Well considering the semi-classic nature of the car and the slick wheels, and the custom paint job-"

"Yeah, but it's faded." I interjected.

"Yeah, but it's custom." He retorted.

"It's custom faded?" I questioned tilting my head to the side.'

It's your first car, I wouldn't expect you to understand. Five grand."

"But I only have four grand..."

"C'mon get out of the car, here I have a nice Fiesta with racing stripes."

"I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes." I said getting out of the car.

As I opened the door and closed it the door on the passenger side popped open, wedging Bobby into the car next to us.

He slid out promising to get Manny to hammer out the dent.

"Now down here, we have some nicer cars."

No sooner had the words left his mouth, when the radio in the yellow Camero switched on. It shifted frequencies and the windows in every other car in the lot shattered. Bobby stood looking around with a horrified expression on his face.

"Fo-fo-four thousand!"

"I like you." I said quietly to the car patting the roof. It whirred, in what I imagined to be a satisfied sigh.