Disclaimer: No, I do not own Transformers blah blah blah I only own Jeanette and her unique personality :D
Chapter 2
***** The Drive
After the car wash, I changed into some skinny jeans and a loose green shirt that managed to bring out my emerald eyes and show off my figure. I let my hair down from its pony tail and after brushing it out it went back to its nice, soft curls.
I skipped over to Sam's room and knocked on his door, "Sam, are you ready to go?"
"Yeah," he came out of his room. "Let's go."
We walked outside to see Dad and mom working on making a path in the grass with a cute little fountain in the middle of the path before it broke into two paths. Mom was complaining about how Dad was putting the steps down. I wisely walked on the new path as Sam walked on the grass.
"Oh, Sam, I do not like footprints on my grass. That's why I built the path," Dad said pointing.
"What? But there's no footprints," Sam argued.
"Why can't you walk on the path like your sister. Why don't you move from my grass onto my path," Dad said. I laughed as I walked to the passenger side door.
"Its family grass, Dad," Sam sighed as got onto the path. I laughed harder as I got into the passenger seat.
"Yeah, well, when you own your own grass you'll understand," Dad said getting back to making the path. Sam sighed as he got into the driver's seat.
"I want you both home by 11 o' clock!" Mom called.
"Okay," we called.
"Eleven o' clock!" Dad repeated. We rolled our eyes. Parents you can't live with them, but you can't live without them.
Sam drove to Mile's house and I refused to move to the backseat. Miles got into the backseat, but he was complaining the whole time.
"Why do I have to sit in the backseat," Miles whined. I rolled my eyes. Miles is such an immature brat.
"Cause I own the car too," I stuck my tongue out at Miles. Okay I'm immature too, but I'm not a brat!
"Is that an invitation?" Miles wiggled his eyebrows. Excuse me while I go barf.
"Eww!" I gagged. "Not even in your dreams! How many times do I have to tell you no, Miles?"
"Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex. Seein' right through you like you're bathin' in Windex. Oh, oh, oh. Boy, why you so obsessed with me?"
It was silent in the car for two seconds as we stared at the radio. Sam and I both burst out laughing.
"Oh, hahaha, my, hahaha, gosh, hahaha! That was perfect!" I said laughing. Sam was laughing so hard he couldn't talk. Miles was fuming in the back.
***** The Party
By the time we were almost to the park, Miles had calmed down and was no longer mad. Though Sam and I couldn't help but smirk every now and then. It was official. I love this car!
"Sam, are you sure we're invited to this party?" Miles asked reluctantly as we got closer to the park.
"Ah ha! I knew it!" I pointed at Sam dramatically. "I knew there was no way Miles was invited to a party!"
"Hey!" Miles complained.
"It's at the lake guys. It's a public place of course we're allowed to come," Sam said trying to convince us. Uh huh, sure whatever you say bro. "Oh my god. Guys, Mikaela is here. Don't do anything weird, alright?"
"Why are you looking at me?" I huffed indignantly. I pointed at Miles as we got out of the car, "He's the one who will ultimately humiliate you!"
Sam rolled his eyes and started walking towards the group. Miles followed right behind him. I sighed and grudgingly started following after them. My eyes narrowed dangerously when I saw Trent. I almost groaned in annoyance when Mikaela wrapped her arms around Trent's waist. Great, the girl my brother is convinced is the one just happens to be dating Trent. Talk about trouble for the idiot. I love Sam, but he can be so stupid.
"Hey, bro, that car you got is nice," Trent smiled obviously teasing Sam. "What are you guys doing here?"
Sam nervously looked at Trent for a second then quickly looked back at Miles… who was climbing a tree? How did I miss that?
"Uh we're here to climb this tree," Sam stated nervously. I wanted to punch Miles for being such an idiot.
"Yeah, I see that," Trent looked at them. "It looks fun. So I thought I recognized you. You tried out for the football team last year, didn't you?"
I wanted to slap myself in the face for wanting to laugh at the memory, but it was pretty funny. It took both me and Dad to drag Sam into the car to get him home.
"Oh. That? No, that wasn't a real tryout. It was research for a book I'm writing," Sam tried to cover himself. Sure, we all know you got your butt whooped out there, Sam.
"Oh, yeah? What's it about? Sucking at sports," Trent laughed as he smirked. Can I rip his face off? I reeeaallly want to.
"No, it's about the link between brain damage and football," Sam fake laughed. "You would love it. Its got coloring sections, mazes, pop up sections. A lot of fun."
Sam obviously has a death wish. Hmm do I get to keep his stuff? Trent looked ready to kill Sam… until he saw me. Shit!
Trent looked over at me and a smirk came onto his face. "Well, what is a hottie like you doing hanging out with these losers?"
I smiled sweetly as Trent tried to wrap his arm around my waist. I grabbed his wrist, twisted it around, and held his arm behind his back.
"Beat Miles up anytime I don't care, but if you ever try to hurt my brother or lay a hand on me again, I will make you regret it," I hissed. I let go of his arm as he pulled away to stop the pain. I swiftly turned around and got back into the backseat of the car. That bastard always gets on my nerves. Honestly, if Mikaela is hanging around with Trent then she isn't worth it. Who would WANT to hang out with that idiot?
I jumped in surprise as the radio came to life.
"Wonderful, you were absolutely fabulous darling!"
I burst into a fit of giggles as a talk show came on.
"Thanks," I patted the seat gently. Is this what I'm brought down to? Talking to cars? I smiled. Well if I'm crazy might as well enjoy it! Besides this car is hilarious.
Miles and Sam came back to the car and Miles tried getting into the passenger seat through the window.
"It's called a door you idiot," I smacked his head. I noticed Sam hadn't come into the car yet and looked up to see him staring after Mikaela. Oh, no.
"Who's gonna drive you home?"
"Why did you do that?" I smacked the seat as the radio turned on. Miles looked at me as if I had lost my mind.
"I'm gonna drive her home," Sam said.
"What?" Miles and I said at the same time.
"She's an evil jock concubine just let her go," Miles said.
"She lives ten miles from here. This could be my only chance," Sam replied.
"Alright, we'll put her in the back-" Miles started.
"Did you just say put her in the back?" Sam said angry.
"Hell, no, she better be the one cause Miles is NOT sitting back here," I said. To prove my point, I stretched out across the backseat.
"Alright, Miles, I need you out of my car," Sam said as he got into the car.
"What? You can't do this to me! Bros before hoes!" Miles said desperately.
"Just get out of the car," I snapped. Miles got out of the car but stared after us bewildered. I immediately felt my bad mood lift. "Ah, peace and quiet!"
"Jen, please don't embarrass me," Sam said as he started to drive up to her. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh yeah, cause I'm the one who embarrassed you last time," I mumbled sarcastically. For a second, I thought I felt the car shake with laughter.
"Um, Mikaela! Listen I noticed you're, uh, walking and I wondered if I could ride you home. Oh, wait, no I meant give you a ride home in my car!" Sam stumbled trying to talk to her. She paused for a second and then started to get in. Damn, I was hoping she wouldn't get in. It was awkwardly quietly for a few seconds.
"I can't believe that I'm here right now," she said staring out the window.
"Oh well, uh, if you want you can duck down," Sam replied gulping. "It won't hurt my feelings."
"No, but it'll hurt mine," I said joining the conversation. Mikaela looked at me surprised.
"Jeanette! How are you doing?" Mikaela asked.
"Oh, fine. You know just watching you insult me," I half joked.
"Oh. No! I didn't mean here with you guys! I just meant in this situation," she explained. "I always find myself in these situations. I just seem to have a weakness for a guy with bigs arms and tight abs."
"I think all of us are weak for that kind of guy," I laughed with Mikaela.
"Ah, well I just put that light in right there," Sam tried to smoothly flex to show off his 'big arms'. Key word there is tried. Mikaela and I both looked at Sam as if there must be a light missing in his head.
"Are you new at our school this year? Is Jeanette helping show you around the school?" Mikaela asked looking back at me. Wow, this is sad. I'll be nice and not say anything.
"Uh, no," Sam said awkwardly, "We've gone to the same school since first grade."
"Really?" Mikaela asked surprised. "Then what are you doing here, Jeanette?"
"We're fraternal twins, Mikaela. He's my brother, Sam," I explained trying to hold in my laughter.
"Sam? Oh, you're Sam?" Mikaela said pointing at Sam.
"Yeah that's me, Sam Witwicky," Sam nodded.
"I'm so sorry!" Mikaela said embarrassed, "I just never really put the name to a face."
"How do you two know each other?" Sam asked pointing between Mikaela and I.
"Oh, we have the same gym class and we hang out a lot at school cause we became quick friends after an assigned partner project," Mikaela explained. Sam gave me a look that clearly said 'I am going to give you a slow, horrendous death for not telling me and then I'm bringing you back to life so that I can get every detail.'
Geez, Im sorry it's just ok here the thing. She's a bitch when Trent is around, but she is awesome when he's not around. So I didn't know how she would act with Sam therefore my reluctance of her getting into the car.
The car started making sputtering noises and started getting really bumpy as we pulled up to a nice spot with a view of the sunset. The radio started changing around to find a romantic station.
Sam was spluttering everywhere trying to makes excuses. Mikaela just gave him a look.
"Uh huh, pop the hood," she tied her hair up and got out. Sam started to kick the radio.
"Sam, stop!" I frowned at him. He rolled his eyes and got out to see what Mikaela was looking at. I sighed and left them to have their 'bonding time'.
"You mister are a troublemaker," I poked the seat. I swear I felt it shake in laugher again.
"I'm losing my mind," I muttered.
I sighed and lay down to relax while Mikaela did her thing. She told me before all about how she loves working on cars and how easy she can take one apart and then put it back together again. I heard Sam and Mikaela talking back and forth, but I didn't pay any attention to what they were saying. Mikaela grabbed her purse out of the car.
"Bye, Jeanette. Good luck with your car," she said as she started to walk away. I raised my eyebrows in surprise as Sam jumped into the car begging it to come back to life.
I pursed my lips in thought. I've already established I'm crazy a few times so how about we confirm it.
I smiled and put my head against the seat as I lay down in the back. I slowly ran my hand down the seat as I whispered, "Please turn on."
The car roared to life and I laughed in delight as the radio immediately turned on.
"Baby Come Back! Any kind of fool could see. There was something in everything about you!"
I fell asleep on the way home and didn't wake up until Sam gently shook me awake when we got home. I yawned tiredly as I groggily went upstairs and changed for bed. I heard a knock on my door.
"What's up?" I yawned. Sam's head poked through my bedroom door.
"I just wanted to say thank you for helping me out with Mikaela earlier today. How come you never told me you hung out with her?" Sam asked. I sighed.
"Because Mikaela is the only out of their group that I like and I didn't want you getting any ideas of how to get to her through me," I shrugged my shoulders. He nodded.
"Sweet dreams, Jeanette," Sam said as he closed the door.
"Sweet dreams, Sam," I sighed comfily as I fell asleep.
***** Police Station
"Jeanette? Wake up. Sam's at the police station. We have to go pick him up," Dad said trying to wake me up. I immediately shot up.
"What? Why are we still standing here? Sam is too fragile for jail!" I freaked out as I ran out of my room in cloud pajama bottoms, a tank top, and flips flops. My hair was still in its messy bun from sleeping. I grabbed a jacket and quickly hurried out to the car with Dad.
"I can't be any crystal clearer than I'm being now. It just stood up," Sam said yet again as the bozo police man interrogated him. I was heartbroken when Sam told us that our car was stolen. Now I'm trying to understand what the heck he means when he says our car stood up.
"It just stood up. Wow. Okay time to fill 'er up," the cop said.
"No, Im not on any drugs," Sam said exasperated. Someone threw Mojo's pills to the police officer.
"What are these then? Mojo. Is that what the kids are calling it these days?" he asked arrogantly. I want to punch him. Can you get arrested from attacking a police officer if they are REALLY annoying? Personally I think they should let it slide if they're an ass like this guy.
"Are you kidding me? Sam would never have the nerve to do drugs! Those are our dogs pain pills," I 3xplained as I rolled my eyes.
"He's a little Chihuahua," Dad emphasized, showing Mojo's size with his hands. The cop put his head in his hands. Then he looked up at Sam who was staring at him. He looked down and suddenly smiled at Sam.
"You eyeing my piece there? You wanna go? Make something happen? Do it," he got really close to Sam's face. "I guarantee you I will bust you up."
"Perv," I muttered.
"Are you on drugs?" Sam whispered to him.
AN: One of my favorite parts of Transformers is when he asks the cop if he's on drugs! :D I laughed for like five minutes the first time I saw it. Well anyways review and please give me a comment or suggestion!
