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Unexpected

Chapter 2

Sitting at my desk and finishing up my homework, I couldn't help but glance at my brother's new Camaro that now sat in the driveway. It really was a nice car considering its age and everything. I couldn't help but feel the sting of jealousy for the vehicle. I sighed as I turned back to my desk. Ten more months until it's my turn. And hopefully I'll have a little more luck when my time comes.

In the next room over, I could hear Sam talking to himself and pacing in his room. Out of curiosity I got up out of my chair and quietly walked over to his door.

"What's up? Nothing. You know, just driving my car. Driving my car." He looked himself over in his mirror and fingered through his hair anxiously. I decided to have my presence know. Pushing open the door, I smiled when he jumped.

"Going somewhere, Sammy?" He rolled his eyes as he realized it was just me. What does he expect? If he was going to do something interesting I wasn't just going to stay home. And besides. My dear brother liked it when I tagged along.

"The lake. There is a party going on, and Miles and I are going." He pushed past me as he made his way downstairs. Rolling my eyes, I followed him down the stairs.

"Who else is going to be there?" As if I didn't already know. Everyone knew Trent and his friends always hung out at the lake. Unlike Sam, I was invited to these things.

"Nobody really. Just a few kids from school."

"Uh huh. And is Mikaela going to be there?" His face quickly got red at the mention of the dark haired girl. I thought Mikaela was an okay person. But Sam was just asking to get hurt. Physically and emotionally.

We walked outside to where our parents were working on the new path. I smartly walked along it while Sam just left his giant footprints in the freshly cut grass. Doesn't he know anything about our Dad?

"Hey, off the grass!"

"It's family grass Dad!" Sam whined. I sat down on the hood of the car to watch this little argument take place. I was surprised when the metal of the hood was so warm. We've been home for hours, and it was a cloudy day. I ran my hand over the chipping paint and walked to the driver side door. The car still felt unusually warm. Glancing into the cab of the car, I noticed a strange face on the steering wheel. Before I could examine it, Sam was rushing me to move so he could leave.

"Hey, Sam, don't make a fool of yourself please." In respond he just gave me a look that wasn't completely hostile for once.

"Eleven o'clock!" My dad called as Sam started up the old car.

"Please, for the love of God, drive safely!" Black smoke blew out of the exhaust as Sam pulled away.

"Ron, you are so cheap." I smiled at my parents as I tuned back into the house.

Heading back up to my room I decided I would go on a quick run before I came back to turn in. After changing into a pair of black running shorts and a blue dri fit tee, I slipped back outside. With a quick goodbye to my parents, I took off towards town.

Deciding I wanted to run through the park, I set my course for the center of town. It was still warm out at 6pm, one of the benefits of living in Nevada. Turning my music up I quickened my pace. Unlike Sam, I was a bit more athletic. I played volleyball currently, and ran track in the spring.

Stopping at the stop light and fixing my hair, I was thrown off guard by a nearby car. Sitting across the road sat a golden Lamborghini. The car was obviously out of place. Tranquility wasn't a small town, but none of the families I knew could ever afford a car like this.

The windows were dark so you couldn't see the driver and it made me slightly uncomfortable. I tried not to stare at the beautiful vehicle, but I couldn't help but steal a few glances. Something about it made me feel as though I was being watched.

Glancing up at the sun, I decided it may be better to cut my run a little short. But first I needed a drink. Walking into a nearby shop, I walked back to the drink section and picked up a mango tea before making my way to the cash register.

Stealing another glace out the window, I was relieved to find that the fancy car was no longer sitting across the street. I'm sure it was nothing, and just me being paranoid.

"Looking at that yellow car out there?" I turned my attention back to the cashier and gave her my money.

"Yea, I haven't seen it around town until just now"

"It had only been sitting there for a few minutes, but the guy never got out of the car." That didn't make me feel any better. The cashier handed me my change.

"That's odd. Well, thank you."

Walking outside I still felt a little uneasy. It was just a car. I shouldn't be feeling like this. Either way, I didn't want to walk back home. Taking out my cell phone, I dialed Sam's number.

"Hello?" Sam founded somewhat flustered.

"Sam? Hey I'm outside of the little corner store in town. Mind picking me up real quick?" I sat down and the wooden bench outside of the store. Yeah I definitely didn't want to walk back home, its freezing out here.

"Yeah sure, I just dropped off Mikaela." Wait, what?

"Mikaela Banes?" Yeah right, Sam.

"Yup. I'll be there in like two minutes."

"Alright, thank you."

I really hope he means two minutes. I hated sitting out by myself. Looking up and down the street, there weren't that many cars along the road. At least that yellow car was gone.

Sam pulled up, much to my surprise, on time. Climbing in I gave him an odd look. He chose to ignore it. Typical.

"So why did you take Mikaela home, Sam?" He spared a quick glance at me.

"She got into an argument with Trent. I couldn't just let her walk home." His face turned beat red.

"Aw, Sammy. Wait. Where's Miles." He looked out the window.

"I left him at the lake."

A few minutes later I was in my room, staring at myself in the mirror as I tied my hair back into a braid to getting ready for bed. My dark brown hair now reached my elbows. Was definitely going to need a cut soon. I had the same skin tone as Sam, with big green eyes. With my homework done, and nothing else to do I had decided to turn in a little early. I changed into my pajama shorts and a tank top. Drifting off to sleep, I couldn't help but think back to that yellow Lamborghini.

Unfortunately, a few hours later I was awoken to a Sam jumping on my bed and shaking me.

"Em! Em!"

I groggily opened my eyes and stared at my dumbass brother, then my clock. 3am. I swear…

"What the fuck are you doing, Sam!?" I shoved him off of me.

"Em, someone is taking my car. Come on, You gotta come with me. Like, now." Sam threw my tennis shoes and a sweatshirt at me before running downstairs.

With a sigh, I quickly followed him down the step. Wait… why would we not wake our parents up? Looking out the living room window, I was shocked to see Sam's car actually pulling out of our drive way. With Sam on our Mother's bike following after it.

Running out to the garage, I grabbed my bike and chased after Sam.

"Sam! Sam, stop!" Thank God I was in good shape. Catching up to my brother I could see he was on the phone.

"Hello? 911 emergency! My car has been stolen! I am in pursuit, alright? I need all units, the whole squadron. Bring everyone! No, don't ask me questions, all right? My father is the head of the neighborhood watch!" Yeah Sam, that's really intimidating.

We continued to peddle after the cars until we reached the landfill area of our town. The Camaro blew through the gate, and Sam and I continued to follow it on foot. Hiding behind a pile of junk, I tried to catch my breath before peaking over the junk.

What I saw was by far the most terrifying thing I have seen in my entire life.

Standing there, in the middle of the junk yard, stood two giant yellow robots. The shorter of the two was shining a beam of light into the clouds. Oh, God. What were those things? I could tell by the wings of the shorter one that it was my brother's car. The second had no wings, and instead of standing on two feet it stood on two wheels. They both stood there, staring into the sky.

"My name is Sam Witwicky. I am here with my sister Amelia," Sam pointed his camera phone at me," whoever finds this, my car is alive, ok? You see that?" he pointed his phone at the two robots," since this may be my last few moments on Earth, I just want to tell my parents that I love you, and if you find Busty Beauties under my bed, it's not mine." I gave him a knowing look and he shook his head.

"No, that's not true. It's mine and Uncle Charles gave it to me. I'm sorry. Mojo, I love you."

"Sam, we gotta get out of here!" we ran back out of the gates when we were stopped by two large dogs running after us. Great. Where did they even come from? Sam and I ran to a nearby building to try to get rid of the dogs.

"No, no, no, no!" We continued to run until we climbed on top of a few large barrels, which really didn't help us much.

"Oh, God. No, you're a good dog! Good dog! Good dog! Oh my God." The dogs were easily jumping and nearly biting at our feet. This night was really going swell.

Suddenly Sam's Camaro came crashing into the building, followed by the golden Lamborghini from earlier today. Oh, great. No wonder the car made me feel weird. The dogs quickly ran off, but the cars stayed.

"Okay, please don't kill me! I'm sorry! Here, take the keys! I don't want them, car's yours!" Sam jumped off of the barrel and ran out of the building, I was quick to follow him. Thankfully as we got out of the building a police car was pulling up to it.

"Let me see your hands!" Two police officers got out of the cruiser and pointed their pistols at us.

"No, it's not us!" I yelled as I threw my hands in the air.

"The guy's inside!" Sam tried to plead with the officers.

"Shut up! Walk towards the car, and put your head on the hood."

Sam and I sluggishly made our way to the front of the car. With a quick glance at each other, we both slammed our heads on the hood. I'm sure Dad is going to be pleased…

"Look, I can't be any clearer that how crystal clear I am being. It just stood up." We have been sitting in the police station for hours now, going over the story over and over.

"It just stood up?" The officer asked. "That's really neat." Taking out two clear cups, the officer held one out to Sam and I each.

"Okay cheifie, time to fill her up. And no drippy-drippy."

Taking the cups I couldn't help but scoff at the man.

"What are you rolling? Whippets? Goofballs? A little wowie sauce with the boys?" What an asshole.

"No, my brother and I aren't on any drugs." I shook my head at the officer. The officer pulled out a little bottle from his pocket.

"Then what are these? Found it in your pocket." Oh my God.

"Mojo. It that what the kids are doing now? Little bit of Mojo?" I couldn't help the chuckle that came out,

"Um, no. Mojo is our pet Chihuahua. It says so on the bottle." The officer gave me a dirty look, which I gladly returned.

The officer rubbed his eyes, pulling back his jacket, exposing his gun that rested at his hip. He watched our eyes to see if we'd look.

"What was that?" The officer smiled at Sam.

"What was what?" Sam asked confused.

"You eyeballing my piece, Fifty Cent? You wanna go? Make something happen. Do it. Cause I promise you, I will bust you up." He was now inches from Sam's face. Surprisingly, Sam moved in a little closer.

"Are you on drugs?"

So not as long as I wanted it to be. But I've been really sick, and I wanted to get something out since I promised updates on Sundays. I think I might just quickly go over this section of the story anyways, because the main stuff happens after the first movie. But I hope I am doing okay. Please review and give me your thoughts and advice! Thank you for reading!