Hey guys, I've been sick for a few days So my willingness to written has kind of flown out the door, this chapter may not be too good, but I promise it will get better. Enjoy! Review!
Tune It Up. 2
Disclaimer:
No, own transformers I do not, but I do own my OC Cameron and the plot!
Chapter two: What could be better?
"pff. What could be better than World of warcraft?"
Cameron visibly rolled his eyes at his friend, true, they both had a seemingly dying obsession with the video game, but still. What Cameron just found was ten times better then any raid, wait, did he just think that?
"Liam, you'll like this, come on. Ill tell ya where I am, just come take a look"
There was a draining sigh and a huff from the other end. Cameron shuffled on his feet, looking down briefly.
"I'm in a raid"
Cameron growled.
"I know this, Liam! Come here now before I break your monitor!"
Cameron smiled, victory! How he could tell? He heard Liam drop his keyboard.
"You wouldn't."
Liam spat, Cameron could hear the venom in his voice. He could practically see the fear In his friends blue eyes.
"Wanna bet? Remember last time?"
Cameron taunted. Crossing his arms and resting his trashy phone between his shoulder and cheek. He leaned against the Allyway wall and looked over at the car.
Liam seemed to take a minuet,
"Alright! Where are you?"
Cameron looked around the dark ally he was in, well, great, he have absolutely no clue where he was.
"Can't you track me? Your like a computer geek"
"Hypocrite"
Cameron face palmed and sighed, touching the tips of his fingers to the rim of his hair, God, Liam was so complicated.
"But yes I can, see ya in a few, and Cam?"
"Yeah?"
"This better be good."
With that, Cameron's gamer friend hung up, the boy shoved his phone back in his pocket and lifted the bag up to his face, the blue goo was.. Bubbling, he moved his face closer to it, his pupils dilating involuntarily. This was defiantly not gas. He wanted to know exactly what it was.
He pushed the bag deep into his pajama pants pocket and swaggered his way to the front of the car.
It was pretty beat up, even though it was a nice car. It hadn't moved, maybe the guy just dumped it here? But why the hell would someone dump an extremely hot car in an Allyway? Maybe the guy never got out much. But there was one thing Cameron could tell.
The car was leaking blue goo. And that alone was highly unusual.
Cameron gave the hood a brush of his fingers, loving the feel of the warm metal against his sensitive fingertips. Wait, warm?
Cameron placed his hand- palm down- on the hood of the car, sure enough, the metal was indeed warm, and... It was vibrating, the engine was on? How had he missed that. Shaking his head Cameron dismissed it as a trick of his mind, after all, he did just do a complete flip in the air and damaged his ribs not an hour ago.
With a suss filled smile Cameron patted the cars hood.
"Gods, I wish I owned a car like you."
Cameron dropped abruptly on his rear. Looking up at the car from a new angle. He was no expert in machanics. Hell, the only part he could really distinguish of the car happened to be the steering wheel. Now he knew why his mother refused to let him drive.
Speaking of driving.
A dull, puttering engine that the boy knew well as Liam's car parked and rocked at the curb of the road. Liam was eighteen. He could drive leagily, and, had graduated last year. Cameron would then be forced to sir-come the next two years of highschool alone, well unless he could drop out. Or skip his junior year.
He could be a complete brainiac sometimes. But when one played World Of Warcraft constantly- having such a big obsession that they somehow forget to do their homework, hence failing classes from sere laziness. It would earn them a repeat year, which sadly, Cameron had to endure, nope. This sixteen year old-soon to be seventeen- would not have the honor of moving up in his classes, reuniting with the little friends he had in school next year, nope. He would be stuck as a half freshman half junior. Having to put up with the newbies.
"Wow, where the fuck did something like this come from?"
Cameron snapped his head up and tilted it back, getting a full upside down view of his heavy friend who stood a few feet behind him.
"Parents decide to get you a car?"
Cameron was hesitant. He could say that It was indeed his own car, but he had no keys to prove it. So instead he replied wretchedly.
"No, found it, it's leaking this"
Cameron tossed the bag of blue substance at his blonde friend, Cameron then laid back on the semi-wet concrete. Not at all concerned that he happened to lay directly in a puddle.
Liam plopped himself down next to his friend and looked the blue stuff over. Turning the bag taking off his rounded glasses to get a better look.
"Wow, you Weren't kidding"
Liam breathed, seeming entranced by the liquid.
While Liam went full science mode, Cameron decided to take a better look at the car. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't a mechanic but he wasn't horribly ill experienced either.
With a huff, Cameron stood up, walked to the door of the car, bent down and examined the many scratches in the doors paint.
"Hey Liam?"
"Eh?"
Cameron locked eyes with his bigger companion, beckoning him over with a long, skinny finger. Reluctantly, his friend obliged, heaving his over weight body from the ground and wobbling over to Cameron, pushing the bag into his pocket.
"You know anything about cars?"
Cameron said as Liam looked over the door. He shrugged.
"Some, uncle used to teach me mechanics, why?"
In answer, Cameron trotted his way to Liams broken down beetle and hoped in the passenger side. Liam, seeming to get the idea. Unhappily maneuvered to the car. And sat down.
"Lets try to fix her up"
One am. Five complete hours of working on the beautiful car. Liam seemed hypnotized by how the blue liquid, Liam dubbed B-G (blue gas) leaked from the roll cage beneath the car.
They worked slowly. Looking up different things on Liam's IPhone, getting dents, fixing tears that nether boy knew how it got there. And finally, after six hours of tooling around. The car was fixed, not entirely. It still needed a paint job. Some scratches still littered the paint but the incredible damage? Fixed.
"Can we go now?"
Liam drawled. Pushing himself out from under the car and heaving himself up from the ground. Cameron, who was standing looking over their work, nodded sullenly.
Liam disappeared into his bug but Cameron did not follow. Instead the boy ran his hand once again over the hood of the car.
He could only hope that the automobile was not owned. Because he wanted to see this beauty again. Besides, he's to obsessed with the computer, spending some time outside talking to a car wouldn't be so bad. Smiling, Cameron gave the hood one more pat before disappearing with his friend.
Jazz watched them go. His processor still a bit muggy, he had sat there the past three hours and watched them work. He had no clue that humans could fix him up. And to be honest he was grateful. As the small beetle pulled away from the curb, taking his first contact with the organics away he sunk on his wheels. Jazz wanted to thank them, he wanted to speak mostly, he hated pretending to a normal human car.
Jazz transformed up and backed away into the Allyway a shy as he thought, he leaned casually against the wall of a house. Looking over the spot where the humans once stood.
His optics trialled around the ground, looking over the Energon that was losing its glow, when his optics landed on the humans rattled up bike.
They fixed him up, this was the least he could do.
Heaving himself off the wall, jazz swaggered his way to the bike, peeking over the corners of the building, making sure no fleshys could see him, he laid down on his chassis, reached his hand out and grabbed the small thing then dragged it back into the Allyway.
It was small. It would be painful, but he could fix it before the humans return. After all it was basic mechanics.
