A/N – I forgot to mention, there's no Miles! I'm so happy! I did not like that guy.
If Lindsey seems Mary-Sure, I'm sorry. I'm trying to make her as realistic as possible.
Sam and I were hanging in his room with his Chihuahua, Mojo. "Alright, Mojo, I've got the car. Now I need the girl" He set his keys down on a random shelf and sat down at his computer. I patted Mojo's head, feeling sorry for him, since his paw was still in a cast.
I lounged on Sam's bed, tired from the whole car-buying ordeal. "I need money to take out the girl is what I need" Sam muttered as he looked at his eBay page. "And your best friend" I reminded him. He glanced at me and smiled at how comfortable I was on him bed, and in his room. Whenever I slept over at the Witwicky's – which was pretty often – I usually shared Sam's bed. Now, don't let your mind go to the gutter. We're friends, not a couple. Nothing ever happened.
"And my best friend" he added, looking back at his computer. "0 bids" he sighed. I assumed he was looking at the page the glassed were on. "Great" he got up again and started walking. I got up with a grunt and fallowed him. "Come on Mojo, you want your pain pill?" he asked as we walked out of his room.
He ended up in the bathroom, probably forgetting that I was even there, and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Ah, no. Premature. Nothing. You know, driving my car. Driving my car" he checked his breath and then sprayed breath freshener – I think – in his mouth before returning to his room. I smiled and shook my head at his antics as I followed him.
"I know you get wasted on these things" Sam said as he sat down next to where Mojo was resting on his desk holding Mojo's pill bottle, "But if you pee on my bed again you'll be sleeping outside, you understand?" He fed Mojo the pill. "Save it for later. No more" Sam said, standing and putting the bottle away. I looked at Mojo for a moment. "Crack head" was all I said as I fallowed Sam out.
Sam turned to look at me. "You ready to go to that party?" he asked me. I looked down at myself. I was wearing my favorite blue and green rubber flip-flops, faded blue denim shorts that were just barely longer than Daisy Dukes, and a lacy white tank-top with a think blue plaid flannel button up shirt over that, the buttons undone.
I looked back at Sam and smiled. "Yup, I'm ready"
We walked outside to see Ron working on the path and Judy stepping on certain stones and complaining.
"This one's uneven" she informed him. "Probably" Ron answered, distracted with the work he was doing.
"This one's wobbly"
"I'll take care of that"
"Oh, couldn't we have hired a professional?" Judy asked him.
Sam laughed and held up the keys triumphantly as we walked across the grass. Ron looked up at us and we stopped when he started talking. "Aw, Sam…" Sam looked around to see what he did wrong, "What?"
"I do not like footprints on my grass"
"There are no footprints" Sam cried, looking behind him. "That's why I built my path" Ron said, gesturing towards the stone path he was working on. "So why don't you go from my grass to my path, okay?"
"It's family grass, Dad" Sam said as we walked onto the path. "Yeah, well, when you own your own grass, you'll understand"
But Sam was already distracted by something else.
Something far worse.
"Okay, I can't stand this anymore" Sam said, walking towards him mom. "What?" she asked, innocently. "You're putting girl jewelry on a boy dog. He has enough issues as a Chihuahua" he said, pointing to Mojo, who was lying outside his house, which was labeled 'Mojo's Penthouse' and was sitting on a wooden post with a ramp so that Mojo could actually get up there. I giggled at the interaction.
"That's his bling" Judy insisted. He shook his head and we went for the Camaro. "Want you home by eleven o'clock!" Judy called after us as we got in. Yes, us. Like I said, Judy and Ron are more my parents that my biological parents are.
"Drive safely!" Ron called as Sam turned on the engine. It took a minute, but when it did, a big black cloud came out of the exhaust pipe. I coughed and waved my hand in front of my face. "I'm giving your car a cleaning tomorrow" I told him. He nodded. "Thanks" he said as we started driving.
Flash of Sam's POV
As I drove, I looked at Lindsey from the corner of my eye. It had only been recently, but I had started to notice how beautiful she looked. Not like a best friend would, but more like a guy would notice his crush… like how I used to notice Mikaela. I mentally shook my head. She was my best friend. Mikeala was the girl for me. I just had to remember that.
Back to Lindsey's POV
"Are you sure we were invited?" I asked him as we got closer to the lake. "Of course we're invited, it's a lake. Public property" he insisted.
"Oh my God, Mikaela's here" I shook my head. "I'm good, right?" he asked as we got out of the car and walked towards the lake. I nodded. "You're good" better than good, you're Sam Witwicky, but I didn't say that out loud.
"Hey bro! That car. It's nice" Trent called as we walked closer. I slowed down my pace. I hated to admit it, but Trent kind of scared me. I know he's harmless and all that, but he was also huge, and I'm tiny.
Mikaela had her arms wrapped around Trent and watched us from behind his shoulder.
"What are you guys doing here?" Trent asked. I saw Sam trying to come up for a reason. Oh, for the love of… "We came because it's our night out to celebrate. We thought: why not go to the lake? We didn't know there was a party going on" I said coolly. Trent narrowed his eyes at me. "Celebrate what?" I gestured towards the Camaro. "Sam's first car"
He looked at Sam. "I thought I recognized you. You tried out for football last year, right?" I flinched. Not one of Sam's proudest moments. He was on ice for a week or so.
"Oh that? No, no, no, that wasn't, like, a real try-out or anything. I was researching a book I was writing" Sam came up with. It wasn't the best, but it didn't totally suck. "Oh yeah?" Trent asked, crossing his arms. "What's it about? Sucking at sports?"
I seriously thought Sam was going to turn tail and get the heck out of there. But he made me proud with his next come back.
"No. It's about the link between brain damage and football. No, it's a good book, your friends would love it. It's got mazes in it, little coloring areas, sections, little pop-up pictures, it's a lot of fun" I giggled quietly. "Oh that's funny" Trent looked like he was going to pound Sam for making fun of him.
"Okay, stop it" I said getting in between Sam and Trent. I stood so that my back was against Sam's chest. Apparently Mikaela had the same idea, because she got in the middle too, placing her hands on Trent's chest. When it looked like Trent wouldn't beat Sam to a pulp, Mikaela went to Trent's truck.
"Hey guys, I know of a party. It's all set" Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me back to the Camaro. When we were back to the car, I looked at Sam. "I'm sorry" I said, glancing at the crowd. He looked at my in shock. "Why?" he asked. I shrugged. 'Well, If I wasn't there, you might have gotten to talk to Mikaela" I said, blaming to whole situation on myself.
Sam hugged me. "It's not your fault" he told me firmly. I hugged him back, my face nestled in the crook of his neck before I let go and got into the car. I sat in the passenger's seat as Sam was leaning against the side of the hood of the car. He was watching Mikaela walk away. The car's radio suddenly turned on. "Whose gonna drive you home tonight?"
"I'm gonna drive her home" Sam said. I bit my lip. I knew he liked her, but it still hurt. But when he looked at me, I nodded. "I'll see you at home" He didn't even bother to look surprised. "You stayin' over?" I smiled slightly and nodded. I climbed out of the Camaro and watched as he drove away before pulling out my phone and asking Ron to pick me up.
Sam's POV
I was a lot less nervous around Mikaela than I thought I would be. The butterflies I got around her were nothing like the ones I got around Lindsey.
Lindsey. I felt bad just leaving her. I remember Mikaela's question after I dropped her off. "You think I'm shallow?" I had shaken my head. "You remind me of my friend, Lindsey"
After I had said that, I realized how true that statement was. They were both beautiful, smart, and mechanics. They were both out of my league. But I didn't know Mikaela very well, so she was a safer bet.
Maybe it wasn't Mikaela that I wanted, but my best friend.
I hit my head several times on the steering wheel. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. Not Mikaela, Lindsey!" I drove home, thinking about how to tell my best friend I thought I liked her more than a friend or a sister.
Lindsey's POV
I woke from my position on Sam's floor – yes, I decided to sleep on the floor rather than his bed – to Sam running out of the house, screaming. "That's my car!" he ran around the house before going outside. "Dad, call the cops!" Sam screamed as he raced after his car on his bike. I stayed in the house. I knew, no matter how determined, Sam would be home soon.
What I didn't expect was a call from the police and a trip to the station.
"I can't be any clearer and how crystal clear I am being" Sam explained to the cop. "It just stood up" the cops shook their head. "It just stood up. Wow. That's really neat. Alright Chippy, time to fill 'er up. And no drippy-drippy" the cop questioning Sam held out a tissue and a cup.
"What are you rolling? Whippets, goof-balls, a little wowy sauce with the boys?" (A/N – Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's what I thought I heard)
I tried to keep my temper. "Sam doesn't do drugs. He'd be dead by now if he tried" I informed the three cops that surrounded Sam in the small room. "What's these" he asked, catching pill bottle one of the others tossed to him.
"Found them in your pocket. Mojo. That what you kids are doing now? A little bit of Mojo?" the accusations were reasonable enough, but the fact that he was being rude, wouldn't listen to Sam at all, and seemed determined to prove Sam guilty, even if he's innocent, was uncalled for.
"Those are my dogs pain pills" Sam told him. Ron finally spoke up. "Yeah. Little Chihuahua" the cop rubbed is head with his hand.
He noticed Sam looking at his gun. He grinned. "What's that? You eye-balling my piece 50 cent? You wanna go? Make something happen. Cause I promise you, I will bust you up" he growled in Sam's face.
Sam leaned back as far as he could. "Police brutality" I muttered to Ron, who only nodded and patted my knee with his hand. Sam's next question made me laugh the whole drive home.
"Are you on drugs?"