Swapped
Thanks for all the review everyone! I've gotten alot of questions about two things; first about a romance...I'm not sure if there is going to be one or not I have no idea where this is going to end up so we'll all find out around the same time. Second, about if this is gunna be like the sucky Bayformers movie. Okay hmmm...Yes this is based off the first movie but it will end up being a spin off. I didn't mind the first TF movie (2nd & 3rd not so much :P) But everyone had their preferances so just chill k? Review, and enjoy! Thanks -Rin :)
Chapter 3
"Hun, I got a little surprise for you," my 'dad' said to me as we started to pass by a Porsche dealership his face plastered with a grin.
I looked up as all the shiny new cars and sighed, 'I'm not that stupid,' I thought to myself not even really glancing at the expensive cars.
"Yeah I know, you're just going to do a drive by right?"
Mr. Witwicky blinked in surprise, "I...uh yes how'd you know?"
I smirked and turned to face him, "Dunno, I felt like I've see it before,".
The man frowned but stayed silent for the rest of the ride until we reached Bobby Bolivia's car dealership...if it could be called that. A sweaty clown held a hand painted sign in the shape of an arrow at the entrance of the dumpy place with old fashion gas punmps and even older fashion cars. As we got out a tall black man came out of the small building next to the gas pumps in a straw hat and a blue and white hawaiian shirt.
"Lady and gentleman welcome, I'm Bobby Bolivia. Like the country except without..."
"The runs, yeah I've heard it before," I said and gave a fake yawn, this surprised Mr. Witwhicky again and made Bobby frown.
"Yes exactly, so what can I help you with?" he asked back to my dad.
"Well we're here to buy my daughter her first car,".
As Bobby shook my hand halfheartedly and said something about being family I saw out of the corner of my eye an old, yellow, 1976 Chevy Camaro drive right up next to an old yellow VW Beetle. I suppressed a shiver as I knew what was really behind the wheel of the beat up old car.
"So you're first enchilada of freedom awaits under one of those hoods, cause the drive don' pick the car; car pick the driver," the dealer put a hand on my shoulder and guided me towards the two or three rows of cars.
I tried to seemed happy enough as I was lead towards the disguised alien car up ahead of me but I could almost feel it's robotic eyes on me, it gave me the creeps as Cari's prediction was almost coming true.
"Every piece of car a man might want or need," Bobby walked around the back of the car and put his hands on the top of the trunk and I walked up to the driver side door.
"Go on in and test it out," my dad urged giving my shoulder a push and I shakily opened the door and sat down, the door closing next to me.
There were the tacky things hanging from the mirror and the seats were sagging and the leather worn. The wheel was rugged and the radio looked ancient but I knew better.
"So how much?" I heard Mr. Witwicky ask and then Bobby call for Manny his mechanic as he didn't recognise the car.
I rubbed the dirt off the insignia on the steering wheel an I finally gave a full body shiver as the silver head of an Autobot stared back at me. I checked to make sure that the two men were still busy discussing the money.
"I'd say about $5,000,".
"No, sorry not paying over four,".
And then I leaned in towards the radio.
"You think you're fooling everyone but you haven't got me fooled...I know what you are, robo-car!" I hissed and I wasn't sure if it was just me or not but I could have sworn that the car gave a jerk of surprise.
I slipped out of the front seat and slammed the car door shut, there was yell as the passesnger side door swung open and dented the Beetle next to it.
"Are you okay?" I asked surprised.
'I don't remember what...oh right,' I thought to myself as the radio within the Camaro whirred to life and heard a hight pitched whine.
Without warning it reached a pitch so high that every single car in the parking lot windshields burst into millions of tiny little glass shards raining down onto top of us all.
Bobby Bolivia stared dumbstruck at all his ruined cars, horror written all over his face. He then turned and with a shaking hadn held up four fingers.
"Four...four-thousand!"
I sat in my new 'home's' kitchen and gazed out the window at the still Camaro sitting in the driveway. The sun was starting to set and I knew that right then the real Sam would be heading out to the party at the lake with Miles. But I didn't really feel like going anywhere near that car. It was still freaking me out and pluse I couldn't quite remember what happened from this point on in the movie and when I'm supposed to meet the other robots. Quite frankly just the thought scared the crap outta me.
But the longer I stared at the car the more I wished Cari was here to see it. I missed her so much, and her knowledge of the geeky transformers would be my lifesaver.
For awhile I just fooled around on my cellphone, playing games and spelling stupid things out in numbers. I just sat there for another hour or so until I put the phone away, the battery almost gone. It had gotten darker out by now and the Camaro was still sitting quietly in the driveway. That's when I had an idea.
I pulled out my cellphone and stared at it, "I wonder," I muttered knowing it was a long shot but I had to try something.
I dialed my best friend's cell number and then clutched it to my ear. It rang once...twice...three times and then there was a click.
"Hello?"
"CARI!" I nearly screamed into the phone.
"Uh...yeah, who's this?"
"It's Sam Devins...your best friend!"
There was a moment of silence and I heard the phone being moved around.
"Cari?"
"What..." she said harshly.
I blinked rapidly and then the smiled slipped from my face.
"You're still angry at me aren't you?"
"What do you think Sam?"
"Look, I'm reeeaally sorry about that, it's just I was pissed at my homework and it's just that you watched that movie over a million times and it can get a little annoying so..."
"Is this supposed to be an apology?"
"Uh...yeah i guess..." I said back knowing how lame it sounded.
She was silent for another moment and I prayed that she'd atleast want to listen to me.
"I accept,".
"OH THANKYOUTHANKYOU!" I nearly screamed into the phone again hugging it to my face.
"Alright, alright calm down. What is it you're so nervous sounding about, apologizing couldn't have been that bad? Besides where were you today in school? I didn't see you," Cari asked the usual laughter that was in her voice was back.
"Umm...you probably won't believe me...but I'm kinda in the...ummm...Transformers movie...".
Dead silence again and this time you could've heard a pin drop a mile away.
"Are you joking me? After the whole apology thing you decided to prank me with this!" she grumbled into the phone and my heart dropped.
"NO! I'd never do that to you Cari! I'm totally serious I'm literally in the middle of the Transformers movie," I tried to explain.
"Prove it...".
I growled in frustration giving myself a facepalm and then looking desperatly around for something to say to convince my friend.
"The yellow Camaro that the Sam Witwicky bought is sitting right outside my house! I met Miles today in school, I gave my geneology report on Captain Archibald Witwicky, and I saw the exact replica of Shia Lebouf sitting in my class!"
"Really," she said sarcastically, "what Bumblebee's license plate number than?".
I smirked and looked out the window at the bumper of the Camaro, it seemed to simple, "489 PCE,".
There was the sound of keys on a computer being typed and then a gasp and I grinned as she mumbled nonsense to herself about the Autobots, movies, how, what, why, before becoming quiet once more.
"How the HELL!" she murmered.
"See! I told you, now what do I do from here or atleast what happens next? You need to tell me!" I said quickly,
Well, you should be on your way tozzzttttzzz...Michaela and then zzrreeettzzz...Barricadzzz..." the phone started to sputter with static .
"Cari!"
"Zzzz...loozzing...ou..." a garbled reply came from the phone and then it clicked dead.
I took the phone away from my face and stared at it horrifyed. The bar no signal flashed across the screen in red letters and then the battery died.
"NO, nonononono!" I yelled banging my fist onto the counter with a thump.
My one chance at getting out of this was now dead with the signal and battery.
"Alright..just relax Sam. Cari said something about Michaela and going somewhere along with Barricade. So just figure out what she ment," I muttered to myself grabbing my backpack and then running outside for some fresh air.
I skirted around the yellow Camaro and then trotted down the sidewalk. 'Alright first things first...Michaela doesn't exsist in this universe obviously but it seemed that in her place was this Michael kid who looks like Shia,' I thought to myself trying to fit the blurry pieces of this mental puzzle together.
'So that means that he must be at that lake party, that's where Cari must've wanted me to go. But who's Barricade and what does he have to do with anything?' I racked my brains to try and remember who it was, most likely it was the name of a Transformer but I couldn't remember if it was a good guy or not.
There was a high pitched beep behind me and I turned to see the yellow Camaro driving slowly behind me. I stopped and it stopped as well. When I didn't move it beeped again, flashed it's headlights, and revved it's engine into a throaty growl.
"NO! I'm not going for a ride, sorry but at this moment I prefer my feet," I growled crossing my arms.
The car drove forward until it was parallel with me and then blared the horn so that my ears rang. I slapped my hands up to my head and then turned. I bolted down the sidewalk as the car horn lessened and then died trying to escape the alien machine.
I heard the motor behind the whole time. I pumped my legs faster and my breath started to turn into short pants as I turned a corner. But no matter what the car stayed behind me the whole time and finally I couldn't do it anymore. I stopped on the sidewalk bent double to try and catch my breath and a stitch flared up in my side. Again the Camaro pulled up beside me and beeped, softer this time.
"You...are...afriggin...pain!" I panted glaring at the car out of the corner of my eye, feeling defeat rising up inside of me.
The car revved it's engine in reply and the radio starting blaring a song that I recognised.
"Got a ride that smoother than a limosine. Can you handle the curves? Can you run all the lights? If you can baby boy then we can go all night. Cuz I'm 0 to 60 in three point five. Baby you got the keys...Now shut up and drive"
"Either you are a very perverted car or you really want me to go somewhere," I muttered and then walked over to the passenger door.
I hesitated when the door swung open on it's own and I saw that indeed no one was driving but I didn't have much of a choice anymore. I slide onto the seat and as soon as my feet were inside the car door slammed and the car sped off. I snatched the seat belt and strapped it over my waist and gripped the leather seat as we turned a corner at breakneck speed.
"What's the rush?" I yelled as he blew through a interesection almost colliding with a pickup truck that screeched to a halt blaring it's horn.
That's when I saw the red and blue flashing lights in the rearview mirror and groaned. Not even in my new car for a few minutes and the cops are already after me.
"Just pull over robo I can take a speeding ticket, hurry before more of them come and try to arrest me!" I hit my fist against the radio but the care seemed to just ignore me.
"HEY! You listening?" I grumbled and kicked the dashboard.
The seat behind me suddenly flipped forward and I was staring at the fabric of my jeans, my nose jammed almost to my knees. I pushed back but the seat was locked in that position and I found that I could't breath normally.
"YOU CANARY YELLOW BAST...".
My curse was cut off as the cop behind us shoved the bumper of the car almost making the Camaro go swerving off the road.
"Barr...cade..." the radio sputtered static making the word almost impossible to make out.
"Bar cage?" I muttered confused and still pissed at the position I was in.
The radio whirred in what I assumed was irratation when it clicked in my head, "Wait, you mean Barricade?".
There was a chirp that I took as a yes and I felt my heart drop remembering. Barricade...the cop car...looking for those glasses...nearly killing Sam Witwicky in the process...
"OI! DRIVE FASTER!"