Aftermath

When I opened my eyes, I immediately wished I hadn't.

Not only was the sun super bright and felt as though it was burning me into a crispy Chia chip, but there was also the fact that now I had a giant, yellow and black, robot staring down at down at me with those big blue optics.

I groaned and sat up. I realized that instead of laying on the robot's big, but strangely warm, metal hand, I was now laying on a pile of soft green leaves at the bottom of the cliff. I recognized them from the tree near the edge of the—

Sudden realization hit me like a bullet to the head.

I scrambled to stand up quickly. The robot noticed and picked me up between his pointer finger and thumb.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a voice so dramatically concerned, if I hadn't been so dizzy from the sudden lift off, I would have laughed. But ya know, ya can't exactly laugh when your head feels like it's spinning at a hundred miles-per-hour.

Once I recovered, I looked up at his optics.

"I-I gotta get home. My parents are probably worried sick 'bout me." I managed to say, trying hard not to stare and failing miserably.

The robot nodded in agreement and was about to put me down when he spoke.

"Oh, by the way, my name's Bumblebee. What's yours?"

'Bumblebee. Cute.' I thought.

"Chelsea. Chelsea Jones. But I like to be called Chia." I smiled at him.

I had no idea why, but even though I had just met this robot---Bumblebee, I corrected myself--- I felt like I could trust him completely.

He sat me down on the concrete, and as I was about to start the long, laborious journey back to my house when I heard a "Wait!" and the sound of shifting metal, then the roar of an engine.

I slowly turned to see a shiny 2010 Chevy Camaro rolling towards me. I paused. The Camaro was a bright, golden yellow with 2 black racing stripes. It looked just like… a Bumblebee.

It revved its engine, and finally I noticed that there was no one driving.

There could be only one explanation.

That little Camaro with the coloring of a bumblebee was Bumblebee.

"Hey! Chelsea!" the radio said from the Camaro.

Yep, that was Bumblebee alright.

His passenger door popped open and he honked his horn.

"Hey, I'm real sorry about making you fall. Let me make it up to you by driving you home, ok?"

My options: A) walk the 2 miles to my house B) get into a strange car that can transform into a giant alien robot or C) eat the rest of that melting Hershey's bar in my pocket that I got yesterday.

Though the last option greatly appealed to me, I really didn't wanna walk that far, so I got into Bumblebee. He eased the door shut beside me, and started off down the road.

Ok, well, I guess I should tell you where I am. Well, I'm in a kinda rural area in northern Kentucky. I live in an old farmhouse, minus the farm. The cliff, I mentioned, is near an old, abandoned gas station, like I said, 2 miles from my home. The only reason I had been there last night was because my mom's dog, a little white Pomeranian named Prince, had gotten out of the house late last night after my parents had gone to bed and ran. I hated that little dog, but I loved my Mom and she would be broken hearted if he got away, so I chased it to the gas station. There, I saw a giant robot death match going on. I had stayed hidden behind a tree until one of them took to the skies and the other lay down and seemed to go to sleep. I stayed there, looking at it, Prince long forgotten.

"So, Chelsea, where's your house?"

I was jolted back to reality when Bumblebee spoke. I told him my address and he headed in that direction.

"And please, call me Chia." I added as an afterthought. He chuckled.

"Well then, Chia, call me Bee." I smiled.

Soon, we got to my house. I instructed Bee to pull out behind my house, and he obeyed. The lights were all still out, so that probably meant my parents were still asleep. 'Thank GOD!' I thought.

"Uh, Chia?" Bee asked. He sounded embarrassed for some reason.

"Huh?"

"Would you mind if I kinda, ya know, stayed with you? My team is still back in Nevada, and I am in serious need of a recharge."

I was shocked. A giant robot wanted to stay with me? Cool.

"I, uh, I guess. But then I'd have to tell my parents about you. You ok with that?"

"Sure, as long as they don't tell."

I nodded and with a "I'll be back in a few." I got out of Bee and opened the door to my house. I hadn't locked it. I listened, and hearing nothing, I sneaked upstairs to my room.

Quick and quietly as I could, I changed into a better outfit of a black t-shirt with "TOUGH" in silver metallic lettering, faded blue jeans with the knees ripped, and a pair of black boots, and NOT the girly high-heeled kind. I'm talking the real deal: Steeled toed, Leather, rough-soled kind. I loved those boots.

When I was done changing, I sneaked into my parents' room. I shook my mom gently, bringing her back from Dreamland.

"Chia pet? Honey, why you up so –Yawn- early?" She rubbed her eyes.

"Mom, I need you two to get up. There's something outside I need you to see, NOW!" I shook Dad awake as well.

"Mom, Dad, get up, quick. I need you outside in about 5 minutes, ok?"

Dad looked at me like I was crazy. "Why?"

"Believe me, you'll see. Come on!" I rushed out of the room and back outside to Bumblebee.

"So?" His radio said.

"I got 'em up, but I dunno if they'll actually co---"

I was cut off as I saw Mom and Dad walking out of the house dressed in t-shirts and jeans. I ran over to them.

"So what's got you so excited, eh squirt?" Dad said. I grabbed both their wrists and pulled them over to Bee.

"Wow. Nice Camaro. How'd it get here?" Mom asked.

I took a deep breath and started my explanation.

"Mom, Dad, I'd like you to meet, Bumblebee."

That's when Bumblebee transformed.

Did I mention he was big?