I was currently sleeping peacefully on my bed. In a place where no one could disturb me from my dreams. Well, expect if that persons name is Sam Witwicky.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty!" screamed Sam as my eyes flew open while getting pinned to the bed as Sam jumped on me. I saw Sam sitting on my stomach, smiling innocently, as my face scrunched up in anger.
"Sam, get your big ass off of me!" I growled. Sam slid off me onto the bed and stood up.
"What? I was just giving you a wake up call." Sam said innocently. I rose an eyebrow at him, 'Yeah, some wake up call. I almost had a frickin' heart attack!' I thought. I shook my head and pulled the blankets off me. I stood up and turned to Sam.
"Oh, whatever I'm up so just get out of my room." I said as I started to go through my drawers to find something suitable to wear.
Sam snickered, "Okay, but you better hurry I'm going to a party at the lake and if you don't get ready quick enough I'm gonna leave without you." My eyes widened, I loved parties. Sam chuckled as he saw me rush to find something to wear and shut my bedroom door. In the end I wore my black bikini under a black tank top with red shorts. Who knows we may go swimming. After getting dressed I quickly put my dirty blond hair up into a messy bun and rushed to get my make-up on. After that I ran down the stairs into the kitchen and quickly made a bagel. As I turned to the door I saw Sam leaning against the front door with his arms and legs crossed slightly laughing at me. Well, can't really blame him I am in mid-step, as if someone paused a movie when the character was running, with a bagel in my mouth, my hair looking like I just ran a marathon, and my face flushed from getting ready so fast.
Sam chuckled, "Well, that was quick." I walked up to him and sighed.
"You think? I think I almost beat my old record." I said sarcastically.
As Sam and I walked out of the house I saw Mr. and Mrs. Witwicky tending to the "Jesus" grass with a modern like fountain in the middle of the path and Mojo's dog bird house thingy to the side of the path. Eh, we'll call it a birog for now. Mrs. Witwicky was complaining about how Mr. Witwicky was putting the steps down and I quietly giggled at the scene in front of me. As I stayed at the doorstep observing the new and improved front yard, Sam walked through the grass to get to his new car. The Jesus grass!
I silently gasped, 'Oh, boy...'I thought as I saw Mr. Witwicky lift his head. His eyes widened with shock as an annoyed look plastered onto his face and he started to complain to Sam.
"Oh, Sam! I do not like footprints on my grass. That's why I built the path." Mr. Witwicky explained as he pointed to the path to prove his point.
"What?" Sam asked confused as he looked down around his feet and at the grass around him, "but there's no footprints." Sam argued.
I gave Sam a smirk as I walked ON the path, unlike him, to the hot Camaro. Sam just gave me a glare as he continued to argue with his father about the grass. 'There's no way he could be mad at me just for that'I thought as I reached the end of the path.
"Why couldn't you just walk on the path like, Ashleigh?" Mr. Witwicky asked Sam.
"It's family grass, Dad!" Sam sighed as he stepped onto the path and looked at his mother and the birog in irritation.
"This, this I can't deal with it anymore," Sam said as he walked up to his mother, "you're putting girl jewelry on a boy dog! He's got enough self esteem issues as a Chihuahua, Mom" Sam complained.
"That's his bling!" Mrs. Witwicky stated as I giggled overhearing their conversation.
'Maybe...' I stopped walking and quickly glanced at Sam thinking that he would be still glaring at me only to see a tiny smile make its way onto his face. I quietly giggled as I made my way towards the Camaro. 'I knew he wouldn't be mad at me'I thought happily as I leaned against the Camaro's bumper and patiently waited for Sam with my arms crossed and with a smirk still placed on my face.
"Yeah, well when you own your own grass you'll understand." Mr. Witwicky exclaimed as he continued to work on the path.
Soon Sam was walking his way up the path towards me and the car. Sam walked up to the driver's side and opened the door. Sam sighed as he got into the driver's seat and buckled himself in. I was little disappointed that I had to move because the sun on my back really relaxed me, but it was either the wonderful warmth of the sun or an awesomely, outrageous party. Hm, decisions, decisions. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch the tiger by the toe, if it hollers let him go, and to the party we shall go! To The Party! Obviously I mean come on it's a party and who is going to watch Sam's back.
Quickly I pushed off the Camaro and ran to open the passenger side door. As I hopped into the seat and buckled in I suddenly felt the seat belt tighten on its own. 'Strange'I thought before Mrs. Witwicky called out to us.
"I want you both home by eleven o'clock!"
"Aye aye, Captain!" I yelled back. Mrs. Witwicky giggled at my silliness while Sam just rolled his eyes and put the keys in the ignition.
"Eleven o'clock!" Mr. Witwicky repeated as Sam started up the engine. I looked at the side mirror and saw the exhaust pipe explode out a massive cloud of black smoke. I waved my hand in front of my face at the smell as Sam drove off not even noticing what just happened.
I was currently pouting in my seat with my arms crossed while glaring outside the window at the landscape. Ah, my favorite position. Anyway the reason I'm like this is because no one mentioned that Miles was going to be coming with us to the party. He's practically an embarrassment to nature and to me! 'Ugh! I just wish I could wrap my fingers around Sam's little scrawny neck for letting this idiot come with us or kick Miles in the groin or-' My violent thoughts were interrupted when Sam began talking.
"Oh my god. Guys, Mikaela is here. Don't do anything weird, alright?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 'We're here already?'I thought.
"I think you should be really worried about Mr. Wonderboy in the back there, Sam." I huffed as I pointed at Miles.
"Hey!" Miles yelled. What? I was just stating the truth! Nothing more, nothing less.
Sam just gave me an exasperated look and got out of the car. I just sighed as I unbuckled and got out of the car and started following Sam who was walking towards Mikaela with Miles following right behind him. My eyes narrowed in anger when I saw Trent there with his crew. Mikaela came up behind the boy who I despised and wrapped her arms around Trent's waist. 'I guess winning Mikaela over hasn't been making much progress yet if she's still going out with this douchebag,' I thought grimly. I glanced over at Miles only to see him climbing a tree. I sighed and mentally slapped myself for his idiocy. 'How embarrassing,'I thought.
"Hey!" Trent yelled, "what are you guys doing here?" Is he stupid or something? For the party, duh!
Sam looked at Trent for a moment and then at Miles. "We're here to climb this tree." Sam said nervously. Again another mental slap in the face.
Trent looked at Miles as he climbed further up the tree. "I-I see that...it looks, it looks fun."
"Yeah..." Sam said.
"Yeah know, so I thought I recognized you. You tried out for the football team last year right?" I gazed at Sam's face for a reaction to see him lost in thought. Ha, ha I remember that. Worst idea Sam ever had in his many plans to win over Mikaela.
"Oh, n-n-no that? No," Sam laughed nervously, "that wasn't like a real tryout. I was researching for a book I was writing." Sam explained as he tried to cover up his embarrassment.
"Oh, yeah?" Trent asked in a teasing tone as I glared harder at him. 'Watch it buddy!'I thought.
"Yeah." Sam said.
"Yeah, what's it about? Sucking at sports?" Trent said as he smirked. I started to majorly glare at Trent now. 'I swear one more tease or rude comment and I am going to kick him in the groin!'I thought.
Sam chuckled a little, "No, it's about the link between brain damage and football." Sam said. "No, i-it's a good book y-your friends would love it," Sam stuttered, "yeah know, its got mazes in it and yeah know coloring areas sections, pop-up pictures. It's a lot of fun."
"That's funny." Trent said obviously very pissed when Sam just basically insulted him. Worried that Trent may physically attack Sam for his stupidity, even though it was pretty funny, he's the only friend I have I don't want to see him get hurt, so I stood in front of him with my arms crossed and a death glare directed right at Trent.
Trent looked at me in surprise and then glared, "Out of the way, Princess. The big boys are talking right now."
'Oh, hell no! He did not just call me, Princess!'I thought angrily.
"Call me, Princess again and your face with be saying hello to Mr. Fist!" I challenged while raising my fist in the air in a threatening manner.
Trent smirked at the threat and did the stupidest thing on earth.
"Princess"
I growled at him and swung my fist back with my knuckles turning white and slammed my fist right in his disgusting face. As Trent fell to the ground and wept like a little baby I just swiftly turned around, while shaking out my hand, and looked at Sam. Sam's eyes were huge with his mouth hanging open.
"Better close your mouth, Sam before a fly goes in." I joked as I walked to the Camaro like nothing happened. Never mess with the weird mechanic girl. Never.