Author's Note: You know, either I need a beta reader, or I need to actually edit this stuff... Ah, well.
Random story time! I was waiting for my last period of the day to end (standing by the door, like you do) and this guy was standing in front of me. I was zoning out, cause when I'm not focusing I tend to do that, staring at the floor (my school has really odd carpet) when I hear a different guy (behind me) snicker (or is that snigger?). Anywho, I glance up and the guy in front of me is leaning over me (I'm short) smelling my hair... My hair. Can someone explain to me, WHY?!? I asked him, but he just turned away and denied it ever happened... I was just like: o.O Gah, its official: guys are weird and us women will never understand what they do.
Thank you for those who have just read my rant, and for the reviews! XD Dey make meh happy, when sky's are grey (like they are right now. *sniff* its raining)!
Disclaimer: I don't own, pwease don't sue.
Sam rolled his eyes at his mother's antics. She had been sobbing about him leaving for college for two days now. Now she was crying about finding his 'baby booties'. God, soon he would leave all this craziness behind, and begin his life. Grinning to himself, Sam snatched up the phone as it rang, his grin widening when he recognized the number.
"Hey, babe." Sam greeted, immediately putting the phone on his shoulder, holding it in place as he packed.
"Hey yourself. Look Sam, we need to talk-"
"Is this about the breaking up thing again?" Sam interrupted, already expecting it.
"Sam, you know how long distance relationships work-"
"Yeah, and that's why I've made us a long distance relationship package." He picked up said package and examined the video chat camera.
"But Sam!" She sounded exasperated, and Sam only smirked.
"Do you still remember the Mission City Battle?" Sam asked her while throwing some more things into his bag.
"Of-of course Sam! How could I forget?" She now sounded surprised at the sudden change of subject.
"I still have those clothes." He announced proudly, striding over to the closet and flung it open, revealing a... tattered brown sweatshirt. He took it off its hanger and swung it around to better see it in the sunlight. As he did something small and metallic clattered to the floor. He halted Mikeala's rant about how nasty that was with a quick retort that he had sweated and bled in these clothes. before bending over and grabbing the tiny metal shard off of the floor. What happened next he never could quite explain.
It was a sudden overload of information, strange symbols that almost looked familiar, and images, too many images. He dropped the shard in shock, and watched in equal shock as the tiny bit of metal burned its way through the floor boards and slipped out of sight. So he didn't get to see the shard land on the kitchen counter and start to vibrate violently emitting a signal that had some of the local stray fire lizards swarming to the Whitwicky household. They entered the kitchen (by smashing through the window) then worked as one towards the only other smell in the house besides themselves.
Up the stairs they went, gliding over to the door handle, and two worked together to turn the knob. About five tiny heads peeked in to see a teen trying to assure his girlfriend that nothing was wrong with him. At that exact moment they crashed through, totally trashing all his efforts to reassure her. He just yelled very loudly as five fire lizards barreled into his knees, spouting mini little flames.
Sam kicked frantically trying to shake the little pests before diving for the only exit available to him: the window. He slid briefly along the tiles of the roof before jumping off, still battling the miniature dragons. "Bumblebee!" He shouted frantically, grabbing at a green one that was intent at going for his throat.
A yellow and black blur slammed through the garage that had become his 'room'. Bumblebee quickly assessed the situation, his internal furnace prepping to give him flame. Two small bursts to get rid of the ones still attacking Sam, another large one to take care of the three standing by Sam's window.
The yellow dragon glanced around making sure all was clear before checking on his charge. Only to notice that his charge was staring open mouthed at the smoldering remains of what used to be his room. Oops...
'Bee flinched slightly when Sam whirled on him, glaring daggers. "You- back in the garage." the boy's tone was low and dangerous. Bumblebee tried to protest anyway. "No, don't argue with me, go!" He talked like he was speaking to a youngling, not a being three times older than him. 'Bee still ducked his head in shame and sulkily walked back over to the garage, before settling down, curled up in a miserable ball.
Sam looked at his guardian with sad eyes before picking up a large tarp for occasions just like this. He had just managed to drape it over the new Bumblebee sized hole when his parents ran into the yard along with some firefighters.
"This is the last straw! You are taking him with you! I cannot have a sentient dragon in my backyard any longer!" Sam tried to shush her, lest the fire men hear, but thankfully they were preoccupied with the large flaming hole in the side of the house.
"I'm going to go talk with him about that right now, just take care of the fire fighters."
"Yeah," Ron tried to help, "Think of it as the official start to our remodeling!"
Sam smiled sadly and turned to find Mikeala standing outside the garage. He took her hand and they walked into the three sided building together.
I, ah, 'borrowed' the idea of fire lizards from Anne McCaffery's Dragon Riders of Pern series. You like dragons (which is almost a given, you're reading this!) go read it! XD Awesome story, by an awesome writer.
And I really didn't want to keep going with this tonight, as I'm not too fond of Sam in this movie. And since next chap has Galloway and a smart-talking Optimus in it, I really can't wait! XD Go O.P.! You tell that jack-a**!
Do you like it? *gives best puppy dog look* Iz wants to knowz...