A/N: Here's my first Transformers fic ever! Now, don't get mad, but I haven't actually really seen any of the movies… I watched part of the first one a long time ago, and I think I've seen parts of the second one. It always interested me, but I kept getting interrupted. Anyway, I'm going to try and watch them as soon as I can. My boyfriend told me I pretty much hit the nail on the head with Sam and Bee's personalities, so let's hope you all agree.
Oh, and appearances. Bee in a way looks like Alex Pettyfer, but also not. He has longer, lighter hair, and wears it down. Plus he's taller. But he does have a little stubble, like Alex does in quite a few pictures. Other than that, there are a lot of similarities between them. I found a picture of exactly what I wanted Bee to look like, but he's not a celebrity so I can't really put a name to him. Same with Optimus.
As always, my views are not shared or expressed by any of the characters in this story or any of my other stories.
Anyway, please read, review, and enjoy.
The door swung open slowly, sounding off with a light ding as a customer entered. From behind the counter, Sam Witwicky raised a hand to wave a hello, not taking his eyes off the laptop screen in front of him. He sat on a rather uncomfortable stool, one elbow propped up on the counter, holding up his tired head as he tried to finish a test. Taking classes online was a lot easier than going up to the college campus about 45 minutes away from where he lived, but Sam found that whether he was going to college online or at an institution, it was boring either way.
Sam's entire life had gone a bit downhill since the month before he started college. He did use to have a girlfriend, the apartment they shared, a lot of friends, but it all went down the pipes when he and Mikaela broke up. It turned out that he wasn't exactly everything that she'd ever wanted. Sam could in no way say the same. I mean, if you'd seen Mikaela, you'd know. She was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever set sights on, and Sam had never planned on being without her.
After they ended things, Sam made some quick changes at his college so that he could take majority of his classes online. He hoped this would prevent him from running into Mikaela – or at least help make their bump-into's few and far between. Now Sam only had to go to classes once a week, which was great. Well, sort of. Sam had missed seeing his friends, and with time, he lost contact with a few of them. That didn't really make things any easier.
One of his friends stayed, though. Benjamin Miles – who Sam preferred to call Bee – convinced him that he needed to go to counseling of some kind. This was after Sam started college, and he was still down in the dumps about losing Mikaela four months prior. All of Sam's other friends were leaving, and so, in an attempt to keep Bee by his side, Sam agreed to go see a therapist.
After just a few sessions, Sam's therapist deducted that he was beginning to fall into depression, and that he should start taking medications to keep his depression at a moderate rate. Sam had to admit that he felt a bit pathetic, taking happy pills so he wouldn't want to blow his brains out. At least Bee was there all the while, always encouraging and never mocking about his situation. Well, at least not after he found out how serious it was.
Sam's therapist had suggested that Sam take up some kind of hobby, find his true passion. This was a bit hard to think about, considering just how worthless Sam was feeling. He was going to school for a degree in Criminal Justice, which obviously wasn't to his liking. Sam just wanted to make his father proud. Somehow, Bee was able to convince Sam to talk to his father and tell him that he didn't want to be a lawyer someday.
You should've seen Sam's father's reaction when Sam admitted he didn't want to study law. His father couldn't have been more supportive. "I just want you to chase your dreams, Sammy," he'd said. If it hadn't of been for Bee, Sam might've never known how easy it was to talk to his parents about what he really wanted.
Now, there was just the point of figuring what he did really want to do with his life. Sam thought a long time about it, took some time off from school. He just sat around his apartment all day, watching movies upon movies. If it hadn't have been for Netflix, Sam might not have survived.
Bee could hardly stand it, Sam texting him every night: "HEY come over let's have a Jaws marathon!" or "Didn't you say you haven't seen X-Men yet?" or maybe "I think I wanna get into Lord of the Rings." Bee tried not to complain, but once in a while he just wanted to go out and eat or play video games of some kind. Or maybe, just maybe, they could just lay around and listen to music all night long.
Music was Bee's passion; that had never been in question. Bee currently held a job fixing and installing radios in cars. It was the dream. Sam was envious that Bee could be so happy without ever going to college for a degree or worrying what his parents thought of him. He was just so free, and Sam wished he could know what that felt like, sooner rather than later.
It was during a shameless night of musicals that Sam found what he'd been looking for. This was perfect timing, because Bee wasn't around to make fun of his dream as soon as he discovered it. Sam hadn't wanted Bee to know that he was screening Phantom of the Opera, because the older man would most likely have a laughing fit if he found out.
While CATS was rolling, and Skimbleshanks was leading everyone with elation, Sam had the thought, 'Man, it must be fulfilling to watch everything you've worked so hard for just unfold right in front of you.' That was the idea that sprung the trap and set everything in motion.
"A director… That's what I could be."
Sam obviously had a love for movies that was more than unhealthy. I mean, damn, he'd cried during Avatar just because he couldn't believe how awesome all of James Cameron's movies were. This was it; this was what he'd been looking for without really looking.
And so, Sam started back at the university, and switched his major over to Directing with minors in Script Supervision and Casting. Things were starting to look up from there. He really felt like he fit in with most of the people in his classes. Now he had to come on campus a little more often, but he still got to take majority of his classes online. Bee thought Sam should be a bit more social, but Sam didn't agree. Not this time.
After going back to the university with a different outlook on things, Sam got a new job at a movie rental store, which he enjoyed most of the time. He could just sit behind the counter and take his classes until someone needed help, and it was great. And the discount wasn't too bad, either. Sam's hope was that soon he'd be able to afford to get some real furniture in his apartment. He and Bee both were getting tired of sitting around in beanbag chairs, and Sam didn't really like sleeping on his old twin bed from his parents' house. But hey, anything was better than moving back home.
Sam only visited his therapist a few more times, just to update her on the progress he'd made. She was happy for him, but then wanted to focus on how he was doing without Mikaela. He had to admit that he hadn't been thinking about her as much anymore. Sam hadn't even seen her in about six months.
His therapist dropped a bit of a bombshell, saying she thought he might have a sexuality crisis, or something to that effect. She said that his unwillingness to start a new relationship was a defense mechanism for not getting over Mikaela yet. Sam was a bit creeped out when she asked if he knew what his sexuality was. He was even more surprised at himself when he said, "Well I've always liked girls. I've never really thought about liking guys, but I don't know."
And of course she had to recommend that Sam be willing with his sexuality, and that he should test the waters of how he would feel being with different people. In other words, she thought he might be bisexual and he should try being with boys and girls. Wonderful, as if Sam hadn't been depressed enough the past six months. To Sam, the world didn't need any more gay directors. As he'd said to Bee, "Just look at what Joel Schumacher did to Batman and Robin!"
And so, Sam was a bit depressed again. Some wonderful therapist that lady was, building him up then knocking him down, just like Mikaela. Were all women just out to get him?
Sam was sitting behind the counter in the movie rental store called Epic Moments, trying to focus on his College Algebra test. He wasn't terrible at math, but he didn't really enjoy it either. The bell at the door tolled as it was opened, and Sam waved, not really paying attention. Suddenly, his laptop was slammed closed by a forceful hand, and Bee was sliding across the counter on his butt, swinging his legs over to the other side.
Sam jumped back in surprise, then groaned. "Bee, what the hell are you doing? I was taking a test."
Bee turned back to look at Sam's laptop, then he shrugged before smiling at his younger friend. "That's for ignoring me when I came in."
Pushing past Bee, Sam opened his laptop, thankful to see he hadn't been closed out of the webpage. "I didn't ignore you. I waved at you." He returned to the test as if Bee wasn't there. At first he wondered if it was a good idea to turn his back to Bee, but then he decided that it would be okay.
With an annoyed groan, Bee leaned back against the wall behind him, almost knocking over a stack of movies that Sam had neglected to put up. "Yeah, but it was a half assed wave. If you're going to do anything, go the whole way with it." He turned, pulling himself up to sit on the counter next to Sam's laptop. "Anyway, you need a break. How about lunch? I'm starving."
Sam sighed. "After this test, Bee." He glanced up at his friend, who was staring at him. After giving him a onceover, he asked, "Why so much black today?"
Bee wore a black t-shirt and black, slightly faded jeans, with big headphones slung around his neck like usual. He shrugged, pushing his long, blond hair out of his eyes. "Guess it's just a black kind of day."
Sam gave an expression somewhat like "give me a break" and looked back to his screen. "That's depressing," he mumbled, his voice ever monotone. He was about ten questions from the end of his test, and it was like seeing the light at the end of a long tunnel. Sam's focus intensified, now totally blocking out his blonde friend.
When he realized that he was being ignored again, Bee pulled his headphones over his ears, twisting to jump off the counter to the opposite side of Sam. From what he could tell, Sam would be a while, so Bee browsed around the isles, laughing at the covers of some movies. For a second he forgot to play any music on his iPod Shuffle, and mentally kicked himself. Bee spent about three minutes just deciding on a good song to listen to, and finally landed on "The Only Hope For Me Is You" by My Chemical Romance.
He turned to peek at Sam over the shelves of movies. Bee half smiled at the frustrated look on his face. He sighed a little through his nose, thinking about the rollercoaster Sam had been on in the past few months. Without realizing it, Bee was very quietly singing along with the song, just staring at Sam. Sam had really started to depend on Bee the past few months, and Bee loved feeling useful. He just wanted to be there for Sam, being able to provide comfort and a sense of stability. It was a weird thing to think about, because in a way, it made it sound like Bee had developed a small crush on Sam. He guessed that he had, and he smiled to himself, lowering down from where he'd been on his tip-toes, and looked at the black carpet. Bee wanted to believe that these feelings he'd begun to form for his best friend were nothing, but as time stretched on, it was harder and harder to push away thoughts of a day when they'd be watching movies and Bee would slowly reach for Sam's hand, and Sam would be just fine with it.
The song ended, and Bee frowned, because this meant he'd have to start his search again. At least it took his mind off of Sam momentarily. He was lucky, though, because just a few songs later, "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC came on, and he started playing air guitar right there. He didn't care too much what anyone thought about him, and it was this that he loved so much about music – the freeness it evoked.
When the song was almost over, Bee felt someone touch his shoulder, and he jumped, turning around quickly. Sam faced him, and it was obvious he was straining not to grin. Bee laughed once, but without a smile of any kind. "Alright, let's go already." Sam nodded, holding out an arm as if to say "lead the way." Bee turned on his heel and headed for the door, holding it open for Sam.
"What a gentleman."
Bee was about to reply to what he though was one of Sam's snarky comments, when he realized that an older woman had given him the compliment, not Sam. It was hard for Sam to fight back laughter as Bee just cheesed and nodded, acting as if he'd intended to open the door for her and not his man-crush. She came in and they went out and Bee just glared as Sam giggled, doubling over like no one was looking.
Because he had been embarrassed, Bee called, "Shotgun," as they approached the parking lot, thinking Sam owed it to him to be driven around. Plus, Sam just had a super sweet ride – a yellow Camaro with black stripes down the hood. Bee took every chance he could to ride around with Sam. As soon as he started the car, Bee was hooking up his iPod to the stereo. Sam never got to pick the music, no matter whose car they used, but he was okay with that. Bee almost always made good selections.
When Bee looked to Sam with a devilish smile, Sam just cocked a brow. He was about to ask what that look was for, but then Bee pressed the button to start the music, and a funky beat poured through the stereos. Sam paused to think at a stoplight, then smiled realizing this was the king of pop. Of course, Bee began to dance in his seat, and Sam sunk down slightly. Bee was trying to throw a few thrusts into his dancing to be authentic, but it just looked plain weird with his seatbelt restricting his movements. Then he started singing along with the chorus, and Sam couldn't help but to smile.
"People always told me 'be careful what you do, don't go 'round breaking young girls' hearts,' heeeee." Sam laughed hard, slamming a hand onto the rim of the steering wheel, because Bee was so painfully out of key. Even so, Bee continued, a huge smirk cracking his face. "And mother always told me 'be careful who you love.'" At this point, he punched Sam's arm, not too hard, like a command to sing along. "Be careful whatcha do, because a lie becomes the truth, hey!"
And now, both men were singing, trying not to laugh all the while, as they drove aimlessly down the road. "Billie Jean is not my lover. She's just a girl who claims that I am the one. But the kid is not my son!" The whole time, they made ridiculous faces at one another, and Sam swerved a few times, doing a little dancing himself. They continued this way until the song was over, and they were still laughing and smiling when they pulled up to some crummy, fast-food restaurant.
"Ugh, way to end the day on a high note, Sammy," Bee groaned, a pout pulling at his lips. Something was so adorable about that, though Sam would never admit it willingly.
Sam laughed, cocking a brow at his friend. "End the day? Bee it's only like two in the afternoon." He edged forward in the drive-thru line, not bothering to look at the board with their options. They'd been here enough to have regulars by now.
Bee yawned, sinking into his seat. "Yeah, tell me about it. I'm exhausted." Somehow, with the little space he had, he curled up into a ball, facing away from Sam. It was sad and cute at the same time, like the commercials with the abused animals.
Sam chuckled, turning to the little speaker, almost forgetting to roll down his window. "Uh, yeah, we'll take two burgers with everything on them. And give us some fries and two large cokes." Voices that were clouded with static came through the speaker that Sam couldn't understand, so he just said, "Okay," and pulled forward. He turned down the radio, which was now playing "Jagged Little Pill" by Alanis Morissette.
"Noooo." Bee very slowly turned over in his seat, still all curled up like a lazy cat. "Don't turn down my music, man. You're killing me." He clawed towards the radio a bit, then gave up when Sam swatted his hand away.
Sam pulled up and received their food from the chubby man at the window. Afterwards, he pulled into a parking spot and turned the engine off. "Okay, out." He jumped out, taking his drink and the bag of food with him.
Bee followed with a reluctant sigh, carrying his own drink. They sat on the hood of the car, and Sam pulled out his food, passing the bag to Bee. "Why don't you trust me to eat in your car? I'm not a sloppy eater," Bee complained, beginning to stuff his mouth with fries, two at a time.
Sam shook his head, a large chunk of burger in his mouth. "No, it's nothing personal." He pointed at himself with his burger, losing some lettuce. "I don't trust myself."
The blonde laughed and shook his head. "I can't believe you're giving me the 'it's not you, it's me' treatment." He pointed somewhere in the distance. "I don't have to take this. I will take my burger and go, right now."
With an affectionate punch to the arm, Sam said, "No, stay a while. I enjoy your company. It's nice talking to you while you don't have headphones in."
Bee shrugged. "I don't like living a second without music. It's my whole life. If I could choose to, I'd live in a musical, so that every time you wanted to talk to me, you'd have to sing." He squared up with Sam, making a very serious expression. "Samuel Witwicky, who enjoys my company, you should know by now," he waved his burger in Sam's face, "that I despise mustard!"
Sam's eyes were wide. Right here in front of him, in the middle of an almost empty parking lot, Bee was singing in an opera voice to him about the fact he'd forgotten yet again that Bee hated mustard. He cleared his throat. "Sorry…"
Bee just paused, then he burst out into laughter, trying to hide his face in his arm. It made Sam smile, seeing his friend so stupid with happiness. He really loved these moments, when they were just idiots, oblivious to the rest of the world.
A/N: Soooo, what'd you think? Was it any good? This chapter was really just meant as an intro, telling you how I'm going to be writing Sam and Bee and what all has led them up to this point. I wasn't really sure how to write this chapter at first, so I hope it came out well. But I do have ideas about what I want to happen next chapter, so don't worry, there will be updates. Bye my lovelies.
