Notes: Well here is another chapter! I just want to put a shout out to Souls of the Blue Fire Phoenix for being the first reviewer. I will always love you now. :D Oh and as I said at the end of the last chapter, this chapter is in first person. This is all Alice now.
Summary: Sam Witwicky is finding himself in a lot of trouble, alongside his adopted cousin Alice. When he finally gets to meet the girl of his dreams, will his cousin also be able to meet hers? Bumblebee/OC
Disclaimer: It is true that I do not own anything of Transformers. As heartbreaking as this is, I completely understand that the rights of ownership belongs to Paramount Pictures and Hasbro. The only thing I truly own is Alice.
Defender of the Heart
…Of Car washing and Parties
I could hear mom and dad arguing downstairs. I was not able to hear exactly what they were bickering about but I would bet some money that it is over the grass. Dad had become slightly obsessed with the grass lately. Honestly, it was getting quite creepy about how much he loved and cherished the front and back lawns. It is starting to get a little unhealthy how much he is stressing over the yard.
Looking in my cracked, full length mirror, I scrutinized my outfit for what felt like the hundreth time. For some reason, I was really pumped for tonight. If anyone asked why, I would not be able to give them an answer. I was just truly excited for tonight. This excitement, however, was the reason for why I am insisting upon making sure I look good. After all, I am probably going to have to hold my own because Sam and Miles are going to be dorks like usual.
However… that means our car is going to have to look good, too. Smiling softly to myself, I grabbed a pair of worn shorts and gym shirt and put them on instead. I was slightly adverse to ruining clothing that my parents bought me for good money. Changing into them quickly, I nearly flew down the steps. Slowing down my pace, I walked into the kitchen for supplies. Crouching in front of the sink, I opened the cabinet underneath and grabbed a bucket, car wash cleaner, and a soft sponge. Dad already had all of the needed supplies do to his other obsession of making sure his car was in pristine. And yes, he is not only manic about his grass.
Putting the white bucket into the sink, I turned on the tap. As the lukewarm water filled it, my mind drifted off. There had been these dreams that had been plaguing me as of late. They always seemed to come to mind nowadays and it has just been getting worse. I don't really remember much of them except that there was so much sadness and fear. They always left me shaken and sweating when I woke up.
Snapping out of my mind consuming thoughts, I grabbed the bucket before it began to overflow with water. Pouring some of the excess, unneeded water, I pretty much skipped out to the driveway where our good old Camaro sat. While I was absolutely in love with car, I knew Sam still was wishing for a Porsche like the ones at the dealership dad teased us with.
Plopping the bucket on the ground, I submerged the large sponge before putting some of the car soap on it. And I got to work as I made large, lazy circles all across the hood of the car. I had been going for less than a minute when, all of a sudden, I felt the car shudder! Again! Earlier I thought it was just the heat getting to me because let me tell you, it was hot. But now, now I am not so sure.
Scrubbing a little slower in the same circles as earlier, I barely stopped myself from jumping out of my skin as the radio came on.
"That's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it!" The radio sang out.
Wide eyed, I tiptoed towards the driver side window and peered in. There were no keys in the ignition but the radio was most definitely playing, or at least on at this point as it was quiet now. Raising an eyebrow, I moved back to the bucket to re-wet my sponge to do that side.
"Now you are a magic car, huh?" I deadpanned, completely and positively flabbergasted by the car.
Another tremor ran through the car as if it were laughing! Unable to contain it anymore, considering that I must be going mad to think the car is talking and laughing at me, I busted into deep, breathless guffaws of laughter. This was completely out of character for me because usually I was quiet and sarcastic. Embarrassingly, this is how Sam found me in the driveway. I could not help the small giggles that passed through my lips as he looked down at my supine figure.
"Sam… this is not what it looks like," I chuckle out because I know it makes no sense whatsoever. It is easy to see that Sam knows this too because he is awkwardly scratching the back of his neck and laughing.
"Really Alice, I don't even know what it is supposed to look like." He paused and then smiled a bit wider. "I mean, you're supposed to be washing our car and now I found you giggling on the ground like a crazy person."
'Oh thanks Sam, that really boosts a girl confidence,' I thought sarcastically in my head. I put up a hand waiting for Sam to catch on. When he did he grasped mine and lifted my incredibly tiny person to my feet. Placing my prune-like, wrinkled hands on my hips, I smiled lopsidedly at Sam as I got a good look at him.
"Are you really going to wear that to the lake?" I was mentally crossing my fingers for him to say no, but I could tell that he was planning on wearing that tonight by the crinkling of his forehead.
"Well… yeah," he finally say, albeit a bit awkwardly.
"Let me pick something out for you," I said as lightly as I could trying not to hurt his feelings. Suddenly a great idea came to mind. "I have an idea, what if you finish washing Bumblebee and I find you an outfit that Mikaela might actually look at you in?" I teased him lightly. I kind of did not want to wash the car anymore after the odd events and I knew Mikaela was a weak spot for Sam.
Sam nodded in affirmative and I grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze. I smiled at mom as she waved at me from the kitchen and moved up the steps. Closer and closer I came to the disaster area, or pig pen, that Sam calls a room. While his is much bigger than mine, as Ron and Julie only planned to have one kid, it looked ten times smaller than mine from all the clutter and trash that covered the room.
Opening the door, I moved towards his drawers. Pilfering through them, I found a nice black polo for him to wear. It was plain with only the Ralph Lauren sign on it. Our parents loved to spoil us… well, at least mom does. Dad can be… quite cheap when it came to things. Going down a drawer to where some of his many pants are, I looked through them and denied almost all of them. I finally grabbed a pair of black, grey, and white plaid shorts. They were acceptable and while he would probably not be the best looking guy there, he would at least look pretty good.
Miles on the other hand…
I tried to like that kid, I really did. After all, he was Sam's best friend of many years. The two of them were so easy going with each other, honestly. It was like they were made for one another; in that bromance way, of course. But me and Miles did not go as smoothly. Miles personally thought we would go swimmingly together, as in like dating. I, on the other hand, completely, totally and positively disagree.
Sam swears he just likes me because I am cute and tiny. I cannot find myself cute or anything else associating with pretty, so I just agree that he likes me because I am so small. Guys seem to have a thing for tinier girls. Really, I just find it kind of creepy and pretty weird. Like I get the sexual implications and all, but why not go for the tall girls with endless legs? You know, the ones always on Vogue magazines and Seventeen Magazine.
While I am pretty psyched about enjoying an evening and night at the lake, I am also kind of put out about Miles having to come along. He will probably end up doing something stupid that will embarrass Sam. Poor guy already does things to embarrass himself; he definitely does not need anyone else to help him out. Helping embarrass people is exactly what Miles does best, so it is no surprise I really do not want him to be joining us.
Sighing and deciding to just to be relaxed about things, I neatly refolded and placed the clothes on Sam's haphazardly messy bed. They were the neatest things in his whole room… which is kind of sad in my opinion. Walking out of his room, I headed towards mine to change for a fourth time this day.
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I had decided on a plaid dress of pinks, purples and blues. Of course, I had leggings on underneath to hide my legs. They are the part of me I am most definitely most self-concious about. Slipping on my black flats, I felt that need to look once more into the mirror. The girl looking back at me actually looked kind of cute. Kind of is the key word. I actually like the tousled look my reddish brown hair had taken and my bangs seemed to sit nicely across my face. There was nothing modelesque about me, in the least. I am short, freckled and pale. But, even I had to admit there was a charming natural look about me. It was something I was able to appreciate about myself.
It seemed that I was taking too long in my room as a honk from outside my window sounded. Smirking to myself, I rushed down the steps once more. Honestly, it was like I had been up and down those stairs a million times just today. Opening the front door, I closed it behind me before going to mom and dad. Giving them each a soft peck on the cheek, I heard the telltale "Be home by eleven!" sound behind me.
"We will! I love you!" I called as I opened the passenger door. Climbing into the passenger seat, I looked over to Sam who was staring at me. "What?"
"Miles is going to sit there, you sit in the back," he said trying to sound stern. I just decided it would be easier to let him have his way, so I quickly hopped into the back. I quickly discovered that there were no seatbelts, much to my disappointment. I am a rule and law follower, after all.
Sam drove us steadily towards Miles' house and we barely talked throughout the ten minute drive. When we did, however, it was sibling bickering. I complained that he drove slower than a ninety year old woman and he bitched about looking like a prep. After a few minutes of cajoling, I had him assured that he looked just fine.
He pulled up in front of Miles' quaint house and honked the horn. The dork, that can sometimes prove to be the bane of my existence, walked out with a silly grin on his face. He waved and began to talk to Sam about things I could not care less about. As they talked and had their time for "bromancing," I stared at my nails. I was broken out of my nail staring by the voice of Miles who apparently was talking to me.
"So Alice, you know we could consider this a date?" He said with a creepy grin on his face. I was honestly expecting Sam to help me out by telling Miles that I am his sister, or cousin, and that he should not be talking to me like that. But no, he remained quiet. Sam is leaving me to get out of this by myself.
"No Miles, we can't consider this a date. I don't like you and I am not what you want," I said as coolly and softly as possible. There was some part of me that knew that he was going to be asking why not, and I had a response for him that was characteristically me.
"But why?" He asked confusedly. Bingo! He said.
"I'm just not your type, Miles. I'm not inflatable," I answered with a soft lilt in my voice.
I knew it was funny because as soon as the words left my lips Sam busted out into laughter. He was nearly laughing so hard tears were about to run down his face. Miles just looked pissed and I grinned my signature smirk. Let's just say the rest of the car ride was quiet, except for Sam's non-stop chuckles.
As we pulled up, Miles spoke up, "Dude, are you sure we're even invited to the party?" Sam must have lied to me because he said that someone invited us to the party.
"Of course, Miles! It's a lake. Public property." But he sounded a bit unsure. I fixed him with a half-hearted glare, when I heard him begin to splutter up some half-assed explanation that sounded as if he was trying to convince himself, instead ofus. Though what he did say though made a lot of sense.
"Uh huh, sure Sam. But if we get kicked out, I am going to hit you," I said teasingly. I paused. "It don't matter that I am almost half a foot shorter than you, I will get you." Sam just chuckled nervously.
He pulled up and just about squealed like a little girl. "Oh… oh my god, dude, Mikaela's here. Just don't do anything weird people, all right?" I snorted. It was most definitely not me he had to be worried about. And I think Sam knew this, but just did not want Miles too feel too bad.
They got out first as I chose to wait a second in the car. I saw Sam fidgeting with himself and asking Miles a question. If it is anything about looks, he should not be asking Miles for his opinion. Miles has that "don't care surfer guy" attitude about him. As they walked up, Trent sadly spotted them. I was beginning to feel bad for them, but then I just got pissed. At Trent that is.
"Hey bro. That car. It's nice. Hey." That jerk! Making fun of my, I mean our, car!
I decided that it was time for me to be getting out. There was no way in hell that I was going to let Trent be all sarcastic and rude about the car. I love this thing. As soon as I was out, I pulled my dress back down into place and leaned on the front of the car. I was surprised that the hood was still so hot even though Sam turned the car, and in turn the engine, off a couple minutes ago.
"So what are you guys doing here?" I heard Trent arrogantly ask. Hiding my mouth behind my hand, I snorted. He just got under my skin like only Miles can.
Sam watched as Miles climbed the tree and sighed, shaking his head. "We're here to climb this tree."
Trent laughed. "I see that. It looks… It looks fun." We all know that he didn't really mean it. He looked around at Sam and spotted me. I gulped as he started towards me. Sam and Miles trailed after him.
"Hello, freckles," he said with a "charming" smile as he leaned against the car next to me. I was about to move away from him, but Sam beat me to it by pulling me next to him. Unlucky me still had to stand in front of the jerk.
The jerk stared at Sam for a second and then recognition dawned on him. Never was the smartest cookie. "I thought I recognized you. You tried out for the football team last year, right?" Oh dear. This was not exactly Sam's shining moment.
"Oh, no, no, that... No. That, that wasn't like a real try-out. I was researching a book I was writing," Sam replied awkwardly.
"Oh yeah? What's it about? Sucking at sports?" Trent laughed haughtily with a smirk on his face I really wanted to slap off.
I really hoped Sam had some witty reply up his sleeve because that was going to be the only thing to save him at this point. Boy was I not disappointed.
"No, it's about the link between sports and brain damage." Trent seemed to get angry and I hid another smile behind my hand. "No, it... it's a good book. Your friends will love it. You know, it's got mazes in it and, you know, little coloring areas, sections, pop-up pictures. It's... a lot of fun." I could not hold it in any longer; I let out a loud laugh.
Trent turned harsh blue eyes on me. "You find that funny, midget?" He thundered.
Suddenly, Trent was on the ground. It seemed that the Camaro had backed up! This left Trent floundering to stand up. He was up in an instant which sucked because I wanted him seriously injured. While I was incredibly glad that that happened, I was also a bit scared for Sam because Trent was pissed.
Thankfully, Mikaela seemed to show up at this point and got in between them. She whispered and calmed down Trent before dragging him over to his truck. Wow, that was really close into turning into a brawl. Placing a hand over my chest, I felt my heartrate slowly decrease in speed.
Deciding that it was time to go home, even though the night was still early, we all slipped in; well, except for Sam who kept looking at Mikaela who seemed to have ditched Trent (smart girl). But really, could Sam make his little obsession over her anymore obvious? All of a sudden and quite unexpectedly, the radio turned on.
"Who's gonna drive you home?" It sang.
Miles and I looked confusedly at each for both the radio and Sam who got super excited. "I am! I am gonna drive her home." He rushed into the car and slammed door causing me to wince. Poor little car. Petting the seat, I felt that shudder once more. Honestly, every minute I am starting to believe more and more that this car is alive.
"What?" Miles exclaimed. "I kind of had to She's an evil jock concubine, man, let her hitchike!" I almost was about to vocally agree with Miles until Sam interjected.
"She lives ten miles away, all right?" The fact you know how far away she lives is a little stalker-like Sam, just a little. "It's my only chance! Get out of the car!" Ok, I am starting to love this plan!
"Yeah! Get out Miles!" I happily joined in. Sam turned to look at me looking utterly confused. I was never so vocally loud with my dislike for Miles.
Miles glared before pointing to me. "What about her?" Oh no, don't you dare listen to him Sam.
Sam just shook his head. "She's my sister and besides, having another female presence will help sooth Mikaela. Now out!" He began to push on Miles who reluctantly got out.
Smugly, I relaxed in the back seat as Sam took off after her.
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