Disclaimer: All of these guys below belong to Hasbro. I just like playing with their fates and will return them when done.

Sunstreaker wasn't the most tolerable mech on earth, especially when dealing with humans. Sam was the only exception to this. Although he didn't mind all the attention his alternate mode received there was such a thing as too much, therefore he preferred to keep away from large areas where they congregate. So when he swung in front of Sam and opened his door, the boy was surprised, but slid inside anyway. Bumblebee, stumped and not getting any answers from the Lamborghini, decided to follow at a fair distance.

The mall was the exact place Sunstreaker had sworn he'd never go near again. Yet there he was, in the parking lot with Sam. No complaint. As they waited for Sam to emerge from the building, Bumblebee tried to figure out Sunstreaker's reasoning. He was silent as humans damn near drooled all over him and only twitched slightly when a child placed a grimy hand on one of his doors. Either his processor was on the frits or he was absolutely fixated on something.

Sam finally came into sight, package in hand, but he wasn't alone. A couple of girls walked alongside him with their own bags, giggling at something he said. Bumblebee recognized the way Sam passed his hand over his hair, he was trying to flirt. Whether or not it was working was questionable. Their car was parked across from Sunstreaker, conveniently enough, and they deposited their packages in the back. Sam leaned against Sunstreaker's bumper, trying to look smooth.

"How does Saturday sound?" One of the girls asked.

"That sounds gr-ack!" He found himself on his ass before he knew what happened. The girls were trying to ask him if he was okay while holding in giggles. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine." He tried quickly to recover. "As I was saying, Saturday sounds..." Again he was interrupted, but this time he nearly fell forward and again the girls were laughing. He couldn't help but look back at Sunstreaker, wondering what his malfunction was. He cleared his throat to try one final time, determination clear in his stance. Bumblebee could just about see Sunstreaker's devious grin. "Saturda-hey!" Sam jumped up, having received a shock to his hind quarters. He whirled around to face the innocent looking Lamborghini.

"Maybe some other time, yeah?" The first girl managed to get out through her giggles. Before he could stop them, they were in the car and gone.

"Yeah, sounds good. See you later then!" He called after them, waving uselessly until they were out of sight. He rubbed the back of his neck and let his nervous laugh die out. "Seriously?" He groaned as he suppressed the urge to kick Sunstreaker's tire. "Come on man! Is this your idea of fun?" Sunstreaker merely opened his driver side door. "Haven't you guys ever heard of 'dates'? It's not as easy as movies make it look." There was haughtiness in the way his engine rumbled and Sam could have sworn it was to cover up a chuckle. He slid inside, still fussing at the yellow mech.

Bumblebee had put the pieces together and just about shuddered as he watched them leave. Sunstreaker, when he was angry, was difficult enough to deal with. A jealous Sunstreaker…Primus help them all.