Welcome to my Story!

This is a rewrite of my old Fic: You Bring out the Worst in ME.

A few notes:

*There are Three Witwicky siblings: Alexander "Spike", Samuel "Sam", and Cassidy "Cass"
*Cass is the youngest at 15, Spike is the oldest at 23.
*this an AU where the Autobots are Pilots and their robot forms are called exoskeletons.

Part 01

"Ugh…." That seemed the best way to describe the feeling of waking up with only three hours of sleep to the brightness of the morning sun. Cassidy Witwicky knew that feeling well. The fifteen year old brown haired girl frowned as she stared at her phone. No missed calls, no text, no nothing. Her hazel eyes became slightly watery.

"Stupid older brothers…" She whispered.

When Cassidy walked downstairs to the main living room, she saw her older brother, Sam, frantically searching through everything complaining about being late. She smirked and said nothing as he searched. She wondered if he realized he still had an hour before school.

"What are you laughing at, gremlin?" he asked with a frustrated grunt.

"Bro, we have an hour before school and dad's driving us both today." She replied braiding some of her hair.

"OH…" He said with a laugh.

"Come, douche. Let's get breakfast before the parentals get up." She said with a sigh. She pulled out her phone and looked at it again. Nothing.

"Waiting for the supreme emo to call?" Sam asked.

"He always calls Thursday nights." She replied.

"Maybe he's on some super-secret government mission. You know Spike is special Ops." Sam said patting her head.

"I know. I'm gonna kick Bush's ass when I see him though. Sending my big brother off to fight some terrorists." She mumbled.

"I know." Sam said with a sigh.

"Did you finish your lame ass project on our great-granddad?" She asked with a snort.

"Hahaha, you got a problem with that?" He asked back with a snort.

"Lots of them. He was a blind man with schizophrenia and people love mocking his research." She scoffed.

"Right." Sam nodded awkwardly. "How about breakfast?"

"I'm making coffee and toast." She said.

"That's not breakfast. I'll make some eggs."

"Okay." She nodded.

"You look like you didn't sleep at all."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Fuck off, Watson, I was trying to be a concerned sibling."

"Be more concerned about where I dump your body."

"Please do it near a Hooters."

"No."

"You suck."

"Pfft you suck and swallow."

"That means I can do great things with my mouth."

"Oh god shut up."

Sam grinned.

Cassidy grimaced and walked to the coffee machine on the kitchen counter and shook her head. She sighed as she pulled out her phone. It was absolutely blank; no skype symbol, no text, not even a missed call or voicemail notification. She glared at the phone as if she tried to will it to do something, anything really.

"Cass," Sam said pulling her into a half hug. "He'll call, he's just busy."

"I know and I hate it." She mumbled.

"Yeah well tell you what, you get a free jab at me? Wanna talk about my beady eyes or stupid teenage boy hormones? Oh you can make fun of my crush on Mikaela!" Same grinned.

"I dunno make she's into skinny awkward dudes?" Cassidy laughed.

"Did she say something?" Sam asked in mock seriousness.

"Oh yeah, I was on hot popular girls secrets dot com and she was all about skinny awkward dudes." Cassidy replied.

"Armpit attack!"

"Sam NO!"

Sam spared no time in putting her in a choke hold and bringing her nose into his armpit.

"Sam I will kill you!" Cassidy yelled as she struggled to break free.

"Say the magic words!" He taunted with a laugh.

"I'm telling mom and dad!" Cassidy replied.

"No need, we're here. Sam stop making you sister smell your armpit!" Judy cried irritably.

Sam let go with a laugh and smiled wickedly at Cassidy. "Next time it'll be a fart."

"I will kill you with a spork, don't test me." She sneered.

"Testing you is your teacher's job." Sam replied.

"I hate you."

"Same, bro."

Cassidy was practically nodding off in class. Nothing interesting was happening, save for the final reviews for their tests. Of course, those were easy. She was practically nodding off waiting for the reviews to start.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and then saw a note.

Did your bro call? It read. She looked to her side to see her friend, Dolores Castillo, affectionately called Lola, looking at her symphathetically.

No. he hasn't called. She replied with a sad expression.

My dad hasn't called either. Lola wrote back.

I'm sorry. Cassidy wrote.

He was due in Qatar and I'm scared. Cassidy didn't respond. She felt like crying. That attack had left all of them shaken. Lola more than anyone since she was the daughter of high ranking military officer. It took her another minute to calm herself.

I'm so sorry. She wrote. That seemed to end the notes.

Cassidy went back to nodding off and drawing figures from her current favorite animes, waiting for the teacher to start again. Waiting was boring.

Cassidy was tired by the time her father came to pick her up, she didn't bother with school much since it was over.

"You excited to help Sam pick out a car?" Ron asked.

"Yeah." She nodded tiredly.

"Alexander is gonna call, honey." Ron assured. "He's just busy working for our great government."

"Bush did nine-eleven." Cassidy replied.

"You've been hanging out with that one boy who watches all those conspiracy shows again?" Ron sighed.

"Yep. Derek says hello and asked if you found that microchip yet?" She grinned.

"Oh shush, honey. Your friend is just on drugs." Ron huffed.

"I know." She giggled.

"Let's go get Sam his new car!"

Cassidy wanted to hold back her laugh, Sam was pouting angrily glaring at their father. "It wasn't funny." He huffed.

"It was hilarious." Cassidy laughed.

"I hate you." He muttered.

"You love me."

"Doubt it."

"I'm your favorite sibling."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"Quit kicking my seat Cass!"

"I will when you admit I'm your favorite."

"No!-Cass!"

"Cassidy! Sam! Quit it, we're here." Ron cried.

Cassidy stopped and looked at the car dealership. "Wow, looks as cheap as it feels."

"Seriously." Sam nodded.

Both teens sighed looking at the pre-owned cars that probably had more miles than stated on the signs. Cassidy noted that the only decent looking car was an old Chevy Camaro. At least it's not one from the early 2000s. those shits are ugly. Cassidy thought.

"Which car?" Sam asked.

"The Camaro will at least ensure you get laid by thirty." Cassidy said.

"It looks cool." He nodded, looking over the vehicle.

Cassidy went to look over at the other cars, bored out of her mind. She waited to see what they could haggle out of the dealer owner. She figured they would have a fun time with or without her. She found herself looking over the cars with a grimace. They were pretty much overpriced buckets that she could buy with her graduation money on the street for better quality.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a piercing screech and the sound of shattered glass. "Dad!" She screamed in terror.

To her surprise both her dad and her brother had her.

"It's okay, Princess." Ron sighed. "You wanna go home?"

"Yeah…" she nodded.

"Take one of your anxiety pills and nap." Ron instructed. "Looks like Sam's getting the Camaro."

"Good for him." She smiled weakly.

I hope you guys enjoyed :D!

I will try to work on this often (I have a hell of a break between classes at College) and any feedback is welcomed ;3c

As for You Bring out the worst in ME, it is officially discontinued (I began it when i was like 17 and honestly i cringe reading that and my other fic. Be expecting a rewrite of that after this.) and I thank everyone who supported that fic!