Hallo! Read the intro to the first if your confused.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers!
'This new car is weird.' That thought had made itself known since the beginning when Sam had gotten the car, but he couldn't help but feel as though there was something about the car that made it so different. That made it feel as though it was alive.
What brought this up was that while driving back home, he had noticed that his pats and rubs had elated revs and gentle rumbles from the Camaro. He was a bit weirded out by the new information, but left it aside for the time being. He was still to tired to be dealing with all this.
When arriving at his house, Sam had immediately gone into the house, only to come back to with two buckets of soapy water and sponges as well as wearing some trunks that were designed with white flames and black linings. It showed his pale skin and his small lithe frame, he wasn't muscular, no definitely not, he had a bit but not that much, nice arms, some feminine curves, flat stomach, all in all, he looked like a child, but he was more feminine, he could be mistaken for a girl.
But, its not like it hasn't happened already.
While he walked towards the Camaro, his parents were only watching as they saw Sam wash the Camaro, effectively getting rid of the rust and the dust that was on it. He didn't bother paining it because the color looked like it was brand newly painted after the soap was gone and he also waxed it for an extra shine. He cleaned out the interior with a vacuum and cleaned out the tires and the underside.
"You know, he sure is one for cleaning out everything." Judy said as she finished planting her new flowers into place. Ron, who was assessing over the grass, looked at his wife then to his son and smiled.
Sam was never to leave anything unfinished.
"Well, he is one to take care of his things. But he goes all out on things as well, remember the toaster we broke?" Ron said as his wife smirked at the memory. Oh how she loved teasing him of that moment.
"You mean when you broke the toaster?" She said accusingly as she looked at her husband in the eyes. How he broke the toaster, she could never understand.
"Hey! How was I supposed to know not to leave it on for too long?" Ron said as he looked at his wife in disbelief. Soon enough, it had led them to bicker on the memory while Sam continued with fixing the Camaro, listening to his parents while shaking his head in amusement at their antics.
After he was done cleaning, he had added a few modefications, like a GPS system and also adding a Bluetooth connection to an ear piece that he had made to the cars so he knew where it was and so if it gets stolen, he can just track it down. He looked at the time to see that it was well near past six and went inside to go shower and changed. He was supposed to pick up Mikaela and Miles so he went and got ready.
After half an hour, he had came out with a white sleeveless hoodie and some dark blue jeans. He still had his grandfather's glasses with him, but it was placed in his pocket. Getting ready to head out, he was stopped by his parents who looked at him sternly.
"Be back before 12 you got that mister?" Judy said as she looked at her son sternly.
"Yeah mom, I'll be back. Remember, Miles and Kaela are coming over." Sam said as he kissed his mother and father goodbye before leaving to go into the Camaro.
When Sam had started the car, a cloud of black dust came out as Sam drove off, leaving Judy to look at Ron with disbelief in her eyes as she punched him. Even for a woman her age, she sure did pack a punch.
"You are so cheap!" She exclaimed as she punched him a second time. Ron whined as he tried to calm is wife down but to no avail.
"Its not my fault he wanted it, he chose it!" He said as he dodged another hit, this time, with her baseball bat. God only knows where she pulls it out from. It was terrifying enough where she gets her weapons from, but imagine the things she can do with other house necessities. Oh the horror he will have to go through.
While with Sam, he had already picked up Miles as said blonde looked at the small teen with a grin. "Hey bro! You ready for the beach?" He said, hopping into the passenger seat. Sam laughed as they went straight ahead to Mikaela's house.
Sam snorted a bit before glancing at his friend. "Nope, as long as I can stay in the car I'm fine, drag me out against my will, your gonna have to deal with me throwing a tantrum at you." Sam said.
Miles, who had been one of the very, very few who had seen Sam throw a tantrum, flinched at the mere mentioning of it. Sam only threw three tantrums throughout his life and to say that being a witness was terrifying would be an understatement.
It was like going to hell would be mercy at this time.
Now normally, Sam was collected and would try to reason, but imagine him throwing a tantrum.
Now the first one was when he was a child, only at the age of four, he refused to take the medicine given to him and was forced to calmed which led to sedation, which Sam did not take lightly when he woke up.
He had decided to run away at first but that didn't work out to his favor, even tough he was fast, there was just too many people around. Then, when he failed at that, he proceeded to kick the doctor in the most painful areas he could find, and that included his no no zone. Then finally, he resorted to screaming and yelling and it resulted into broken glass everywhere.
As well as broken eardrums. Thus also resulting into sedation.
Oh the merciful joy everyone had when he was knocked out.
The second was when he was about eight, he was at a convention with his father and uncle when some women and some other people had seen him walking in between the two. As well as mistaken him for a little girl who was somewhat a tomboy at a young age.
Well, while he did have long hair that reached the nape of his neck and passing his shoulders, he did not take the comment lightly. He began to cry as loud as possible and it had taken about an hour for him to calm down and during that time, giving an explanation to the people that he was indeed a boy.
The third one was only last year, oh the horror both Mikaela and especially Miles, had to go through when Sam was being forced into going to a party.
The two had just met when a party was coming up and they wanted to invite Sam who blandly refused to go.
The two decided to pick him up and go to the party, even though they had heard the protest of the young teen, they did not let up, which was one of their biggest mistakes yet when it came to Sam.
Never force him into doing something he doesn't want. Final.
While during the party, the two had completely lost Sam in the crowd of dancing people and both knew that they were in it big time when it came to finding Sam.
The nightmarish hell they had to go through with trying to find him by the end of everything. By then, it was two hours during the time that Sam finally pitied the two and showed himself by hanging upside down a tree branch he sat on, nearly giving the two a heart attack.
Snapping out of his nightmare memory lane, Miles shook his head as Sam parked for Mikaela to get in. He took one look at Miles' pale face and shook his head in amusement at the terror and pain that was etched onto his features.
If there was one thing you don't do, its to never argue with Sam Witwicky who you know will put you through hell.
"Ok you win, we wont force you." Miles said as Mikaela chose to enter at the same exact time and heard what he said.
"What do you mean Miles?" She asked as Miles looked at her from the passengers seat.
"Sam throwing a tantrum." Four words had Mikaela turning pale as Sam laughed and drove off to the beach they were supposed to go to.
"Ok, no tantrums please." Mikaela said as she smiled lightly at Sam who smiled back at both of them. "Ok, no tantrums just for you two."
As they arrived at the beach, they noticed that the place was crawling with jocks, cheerleaders and so on. Sam had decided to stay in the car as Miles got out to go climb a nearby tree for no apparent reason and Mikaela had went off to look around, only to be stopped by Trent, who she despised with a passion. He tried to hurt Sam once and got a face full of knuckles and a slap that left his cheek bright red for the whole entire day.
"Hey hot stuff, wanna hang out?" Trent said as he smirked at Mikaela who scowled at him and was about to leave when his friends had decided to butt in.
"No, why would I hang out with someone who doesn't even know a simple equation?" Mikaela said as she saw Trent blush a bit, he may be a jock but his grades are not even worthy to be compared to trash. And that itself was a true fact to the world.
"Hey come on Mikaela, just once, we'll ha-" Mikaela cut him off with a smirk as Miles came down from the tree to stand right beside her, Sam glancing from his window on the drivers seat, listening from the half way open window. "Wow, I didn't know you were that desperate, did someone dump you again? Were you not good enough?" Mikaela said as Miles was laughing in the background and Sam was giggling in the car.
Trust Mikaela to always come up with a comeback against anyone.
Trent was stuttering now, his so called friends were looking at Mikaela in awe and with something akin to be desire. But they knew in the back of their small brains that they won't be able to get her. While they were all in a stare down, Sam had gotten out of the car and had gone behind Miles and Mikaela, smirking to himself, he took out a hand made alarm and pulled the top to make a screeching noise.
"AHHHH!" Screams were heard from the group as they all turned to see Sam smiling innocently while he hid the alarm in his pocket, it was off from the moment they screamed. The jocks stared at Sam with shocked faces while Mikaela and Miles were about to whine, but Sam stopped them before they could continue.
"You know, we still have to go get the food, and we also have to get the drinks for tonight, mom wouldn't want us to be late." Sam stated as the two turned pale. Sam was a force to be reckoned with but when it came to Judy... Never get into a twenty meter radius around her when she is seriously pissed off.
Eyes comically wide, the two had pulled Sam away and had left the jocks standing there as idiots in display as they saw Sam get in the drivers seat and began driving home. Oh how Sam would have killed to have taken a picture of them, but who was to say he didn't do that already?
Yes, Sam was a sneaky bastard and he was proud of it.
It was about ten when they had arrived at the Witwicky resident. They found Judy in the kitchen making dinner and Ron making some cookies and cupcakes.
Sam, Mikaela and Miles had gone and brought plastic bags in filled with chips, sodas, some groceries for the next week, and some movies that they had gotten. they smiled as they smelled cookies, cupcakes and some spaghetti in the house. The Witwickys were killer cooks and their food would be worthy of the gods.
"Mom! Mikaela and Miles are here, were going upstairs, the groceries are on the table." Sam said as the three proceeded upstairs as they heard an ok from Judy. Mikaela had immediately went on the beanbag that was in front of a small flat screen TV as Miles took the other beanbag and Sam took the one at the very end.
"Sam, your parents are amazing, but they can be terrifying in every way." Miles said as Sam giggled at the true statement. Mikaela laughed as she looked at Sam and spoke, "I remember coming to your house two years ago and came in with seeing your mom trying to get another hit on your dad with a bat." She said as Miles laughed as well, there wasn't a moment where you would never see the Witwickys fighting.
"I remember, Miles was there too, he had to take you here." Sam said as he looked at the two.
"Yup, I had to pull Mikaela away before they could run her over!" Miles laughed out. Mikaela snorted as she brought up another memory.
Time passed until Judy had called them downstairs to go and go eat dinner. Laughs were out in the air as they chatted over dinner, after, the two parents had stayed downstairs to watch as the three were upstairs watching their own movies and soon all of them slept as they fell asleep on the floor which was covered in pillows and blankets.