Ugh, I think I spelled Mikaela's name wrong again.

This whoel chapter I spelled it Michaela, and I think it is the others way. I dunno. Whatever. I'll fix it in the next chapter!

Hope you guys like this one.

I feels weird writing a transformers fanfiction honestly. I've never done it before. So Hopefully this story isn't too weird or anything.


As I awoke from my slumber I pinpointed a stranger with a feeble heart piloting his Camaro with solemn determination. He was desperate to look, as the kids called it; suave. His chicken limbs sagged flabbily in the afternoon sun.

Deep within me stirred feelings I had not felt in many moons; the complete uncontrollable urge to give someone a wedgie. Preferably this dork.

Twas at this moment, as I was reached forward to complete said urge that I realized my baby-faced neighbor was flirting.

With his irresistible infant charm he had managed to maneuver Michaela Banes into this vehicle. A vehicle I was currently trapped in.

You fall asleep for 10 minutes and you end up tagging along in some awkward teen feast. Gross.

I shall eat Samuel later for forgetting I was in his back seat thus making me stuck in his back seat. I shall not rise from this position though because I know if I do, he would cry at me later, and thus I will have to coddle and comfort. Two things I hate to do.

Also meaning I will probably not do that later and instead drop kick him out a window in hopes he accumulates amnesia and forgets all that transpired here today. Sounds like the best plan ever.

Oop they're talking, Shh. Shh. Who is talking? Oh wait, that is just me. Shhh!

"I can't believe I am here right now." Michaela sighed heavily. Sam sucked in a breath, glancing over his shoulder at her. Taking a few moments, he frowned.

"...You can duck down if you want, it won't hurt me feelings." He said softly. Just kick self-preservation to the side, who needs it anyway? All that matters is that we feel insignificant and worthless in the eyes of the ones we admire. Have some respect for yourself Sam! Jeez...

"Ah- oh, no no no. I didn't mean with you. I just mean here in this situation. It is always the same situation." She explained quickly.

"Oh." he nodded.
"I guess I just-" she sighed to herself, "I guess I just have this weakness for hot guys with tight abs and big arms."

Me too, though the two things I mainly look for in guys is if they are tall or a mystical creature. I almost got my wish once when I started to date a werewolf but he turned out to just be a big hairy guy that lived under a bridge. After many emotional debates we determined that our compatibility for each other was souly based off of my belief that he was a werewolf and that it wouldn't work out otherwise.

"Big arms." Sam noted. "W-Well um-" he cleared his throat, attempting to be subtle in the way he flexed his flab arm, "I just added some new additions to the car. Added that light bulb there…" he flab-flexed again. "And that disco ball on the window. The light reflects off it like normal… disco balls..." He trailed off.

Michaela blinked once and nodded, "Cool."

About three things I was absolutely certain. First, Sam was making good progress in this conversation, kind of-ish. Second, he had some gum stuck in his hair that I strategically placed earlier today. And third, I smelled like corn chips. My stomach is growling so much I maybe consume myself if the matter is not resolved.

Clearing her throat, Michaela looked over Sam's face, "Are you uh, are you new to school this year? Is this your first year?" " She asked. This conversation, I have determined, has taken a turn for the unfortunate. I shall commence my text to the nearest funeral home to make a memorial service for Sam's dignity and dreams.

"No actually we've gone to the same school since… first grade." Sam nodded awkwardly.
"Really?" Michaela blinked rapidly. "No way."

"Yeah, long time." He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He'd break it in half if he had more than just bone and fat on his arm.

"Did we have any classes together?" she frowned.
"Oh yeah. Uh- History. Language Arts. Math…" seeing that she wasn't remembering at all and trying not to show how heart breaking that was, Sam sighed, "You might know my friend?"

She tilted her head. "Friend?"

"Nicole. Nicole Cater?" he asked. That is I. I am Nicole. Shall I show her my face to remind her? I'm sure now would be the best time as ever for me to strike an appearance? I just need to sit up- Eh no; I'm not feeling in the mood to sit up. My lazy teenage tendencies are kicking in at maximum overdrive and there is nothing I can do to stop them.

"Oh! The senior from two years ago that hung Jimmy Falco from the flag pole." She paused, (Jimmy Falco was a traitor and a scoundrel! His suffering would not be swift!)"You're Sam!" she said, recognition kind of flashing across her face but she might have just really needed to burp too but didn't want to be rude, "You're the guy she always messed with." (I never messed with him. I just slipped a packet of ants into his bag when I felt he needed something to ruin his day cause he was having too good of one.)

His grip tightened across the steering wheel, "Yup. That's me." I think he was upset that she only recognized him through me, but who doesn't do that? If I didn't pick on him Sam would just be another face in the crowd. A face within the faceless. A Samless face. FaSaLess.

….I am really hungry.

"Sam Witkiki." Mikaela smiled.

"...Witwicky." he corrected.

Mikael smiled nervously, her face growing a little pale, "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't- I just didn't recognize you." (It's understandable. He never sticks out. He blends. He blends like a blend stick. A twig blend stick- GAH! I am sooo hungry!) I moved to munch on the seat.

"Nah. It's cool. Its understandable." he played it off quickly, wishing nothing more than to go home, crawl under his bed and die there.

Suddenly, the key to the engine turned and the car shot to a stop right as I tug my teeth deep into the Leather. (...Wasn't me! Was probably me… yeah it was me.)

Freezing, Sam began to panic, "Oh no. no no." he pleaded with the car, hoping it was some sort of joke. "I'm so sorry. It's a new car, still working out the bugs and uh-" Then, the romantic music began to play from the radio.

Ooooh, aiming for romance? Car-mance?

...This seat smells like oranges. What the- what is happening right now?

Sam paled when Michaela bit her lip angrily. "I-I swear this isn't me. The R-Radio's been messed up for a while and uh… uh…." He pleaded, scrambling wildly to shut off the music.

She huffed heatedly, "Just pop the hood." She commanded, kicking the door open. Startled, he licked his lips, kicking the radio a few times.

"Shut up. Shut up shut up." He commanded furiously pressing the button. Watching the hood pop open he slithered out of the seat to watch Michaela lift the hood up high over her head and look down to the engine.

Taking that as my chance I sat up and reached towards the front seat to scavenge for any sort of snacks. Curse Sam! He hadn't had this car long enough to secretly pack it full of travel goodies. Didn't even have mints yet! What sort of car doesn't have freshly stocked mints?!

Throwing myself back into the back seat, I listened to Michaela talk about Sam's car. "Whoa nice headers…" she breathed. "You got a high-rise double pump Carbonator. That's-" she shook her head, "That's pretty impressive Sam."

My semi has a similar engine, which is weird for a Semi. It makes it a Semi on steroids.

Sam didn't fully understand the praise, "Double pump?"

"It squirts the fuel in so you can go faster."

"Ohh." his eyes trailed down her chest to her stomach, "I.. I like to go faster…"

I balked. Sam. No.

"Seems your distributor cap is a little loose." Michaela announced

Sam blinked, regaining a bit of his focus, "Yeah? How did you know that?"

"My Dad. He was uh- he was a real grease monkey." She shrugged, "Taught me all about this. I could take it apart and put it together again."

Her Dad also stole those cars. Even tried to steal from my old man! My dad dropped kicked him like a sack of potatoes. He's got ears like a bat and eyes like a hawk. He can just sense people walking into his lot without permission and was on the boy like mustard on a hot dog.

I'd never seen him hog-tie anyone so quickly before.

"That's weird, I just wouldn't peg you for mechanical." I could just feel his heart fluttering like some middle school girl. He rose to press his face to the top of the hood, away from her vision. "Oh my gosh…" he mouthed to himself

"Well you know I don't really broadcast it." Michaela chuckled, "Guys don't really like it when you know more about cars than they do. Especially not Trent. He hates it."

"Oh well, I'm not that kind of guy." He told her, "I think it is cool and you are cool- oh but um- like super cool. And pretty- I don't mean that in a weird way though!" He stammered, "Cause obviously you are a very beautiful girl which you know, and when I say that I don't mean you know you're into mean jerks way but you know-" he kicked himself. "...Yeah."

Blinking a few times, Michaela glanced around, "You know I think… I think I'm just gonna walk." She sighs. "Good luck with your car." Moving around him she grabbed her bag and started back down the roads.

"Yeah…" Sam looked like his heart was sinking, "Walking is healthy-" he slammed the hood close and made a break for the drivers seat. "C'mon please please please. You gotta work for me right now. Come on please." Sam pleaded, turning the key in a desperate attempt to start the engine.

"Smooth butter fingers." I rose from the back seat like a mummy. Shrieking, Sam threw himself to the side, ramming against the door.
"W-WHEN DID YOU GET THERE?!"

"I told you, I was gonna take a nap in the back.' I yawned, leaning against the passenger seat. "It was like sleeping on the dreams of wimpy teenagers. Very satisfying."

"Are you- Ugh!" Sam ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, "How much of that did you hear?" He demanded.

"Every word." I reached into my shirt, gasping when I pulled out a potato chip. I had this in there?! "Oh sweet!" I plopped it in my mouth.

"Ew." he held back a gag.

I licked my fingers, "You know, I know you don't want to be put in the friend zone, cause who wants to be there when they are trying to get it on-"

"Please don't say that."

"-But perhaps you should try to at least aim for friend zone first and not make any weird comments about her body. Try saying something casual; You like dogs. You are great at history. You just go this car. Your Mom puts 'bling' on your dog. Perhaps even subtly mention that your parents are part of the mile high club."

"I'm gonna throw up." Sam covered his mouth.

"Or, I dunno, stare at just her eyes for longer than 10 seconds and not everything below like a crepe. Just a suggestion."

"You mean a creep?"

"Don't tell me what I don't know Sam. Speak well I English."

"I-you- I don't have time for you right now!" he yelled, attempting to start the car again. Finally getting the engine to reeve to life, Sam cheered, throwing it into reverse. Turning, he put it back into drive and drove next to Michaela. "HEY!" he called. "Wait a second- you!" he whipped around to point at me, "Get down."

"Aww come on." I smirked.
"Nicole." He growls.

Shrugging, I fell back, ducking behind the seats, unseen by all. A ninja in the night-day-car-thing… whatever.

"Michaela wait!" Sam called.

Unable to stop her smile, Michaela glanced in through the window, unable to see Nicole.

"Please. I'm sorry." Sam pleaded with her. "No more talk of boy friends or what not. Just… two friends?"

Michaela considered that, nodded, and got in. "So what are your hobbies Sam?" she inquired as he turned back to the road and started towards her house.

"Oh uh… history." he nodded to himself a few times. 'Nothing… impressive." (nerd.)

"History." she bit her lip at that, "Like, what do you mean?"
"Just old stuff I guess. Books, objects. When I see an old box I just can't stop myself from wanting to go through it." he gave her a nervous smile.

She smiled back, and I thought I saw a bit of hope for these two yet.

000-000

I almost fell asleep in the back of Sam's car by the time we got back to Michaela's house. Finally!

"There it is." Sam motioned to her house.

"I had fun." Michaela said honestly, as if shocked that she found this true. "Thanks for listening."

Sam nodded numbly, tapping the steering wheel nervously. "Well. Yeah."

Blinking at him, Michaela lowered her gaze, "Y-You… You think I'm shallow, huh?" she inquired softly.

"Wha-?" Sam coughed, too shocked from the question. "No! Not at all." he said. "I just-" he blushed when she looked him dead in the eyes. "I think- that you know- um… I think there is more to you than meets the eye."

Daw~

"Okay." Michaela chuckled. "I'll uh...see ya at school?"
"Of course." he nodded. He watched her turn around and head up the steps to her porch. When she was out of hearing range, he began to curse himself, "That was a stupid line." he scolded, "More than meets the eye. So stupid." Freezing when Michaela looked back at him, his breathing stopped when she smiled and waved before going back into her house. "...Oh god." he put a hand to his chest. The grin on his face wouldn't go away. "I love my car." he patted the wheel affectionately.

"Dude." I stuck my first forward. "Pound it."

Sam whipped around to bump his fist against mine. "Oh yeah!" He paused, "And uh, thanks, you know for uh… being quiet."

Pulling myself to the front seat I waved it off, "No problem. And hey- look at you Mr. sly-" I nudged him. "She learned your name."
"She knows my name." He giggled.

"I'm so proud."

"And I mean, I never could have done this without the car. What a great car."

"Yeah yeah." I folded her arms.
"I'm gonna wash it. And fix it up-"
"Yeah that is great-"
Sam gushed, "Get some new tires for it. Take it everywhere-"

"Sam." I gripped his shoulders, "I am super jazzed about this emotional breakthrough you are apparently having but I have not eaten for 9 hours and if I don't get food in my stomach soon I will eat you."

He paled, fumbling to put the car into reverse and get us out of there, "O-Oh. Right. Okay sure."

Thus we travelled to McDonalds where we pestered the drive through guy for 50 sandwiches, only to tell him we only wanted 2 when we got up to the window. Needless to say, he was not a happy camper.

"When do you have to be home Sam?" I inquired through my burger.

"11."

"Cool, great, we gotta stop at John Frenzen's house before you head home." I nod. I hate John Frenzen. Know it all with bucked teeth and a weird obsession with picking on freshman just because he is older. Didn't like those kinds of people. If you go after someone, you do it because you honestly and legitimately don't like them cause they did you wrong, not because you think they are lesser than yourself because you are older or richer.

"Why?"
"My skateboard is at his house."

"I thought you sold him your skateboard." Sam inquired

"Yeah I totally did." I agree.

"Then why are we going there for your skateboard? Do you want it back?"

"Course I do. That guy won't appreciate the true craft of that board- the way it flies down the road, turning with the elegance of an eagle on drugs." I extended out my hands.

"I can't say if that is impressive of horrible."

"Perhaps both Samuel." I said spiritually, "Perhaps both. But we gotta go and pick it up."

"Why don't you just go do that tomorrow in your own time? I'm not a taxi." he huffed.

"Uh, because I could have totally ruined your little one on one time with Michaela, but through the kindness of my heart I didn't so hop to it." I wiggle my fingers.

Sighing heavily he did as he was told.

Turning into the street of the despised John Frenzen 15 minutes later, Sam parked the car on the side, "Okay there it is." He motioned to John's house.

"I'm going in." Hoping out, I rolled into the yard, worming my way up to the porch. Sam watched from his car, expression of pure regret to being there.

Rummaging through the many bikes lined up along the porch, I spotted my skateboard. Tipping my hat in greeting to it, I pulled out a sack of pebbles, slipping it into the place of the skateboard to avoid being detected.

Sam was mouthing at me, "What the hell are you doing? This isn't Indiana Jones!"
I moved off the porch, running in zig zagged motions across the yard, dodging imaginary arrows and flipping over the mailbox. "Go Go!" I screamed, diving through the car window.

"Nicole!" Sam snapped, stepping on the gas, my legs still half way out the window.

It wasn't until we were a few blocks away that he slammed on the breaks and yanked me inside to yell, ""What the hell was that about?"
"Retrieval of something that had no business there." I say lifting up the skateboard like Link from Zelda would do when he gained a new item. Dododododododdodo dododod dododod DO DO DO DOOOOO!

"You sold it to him just to take it back? Isn't that stealing?" He questioned.
"Selling something just to reclaim it later could be considered not only stealing, but highly profitable." I smile. "So, yes. Yes I did."

"You're horrible."
"Horrible is just another word for righteous."

"No it isn't. Those two words are in no way similar to each other."

"Little minds just can't see the equivalence."

"And this is why my Mom is worried about me hanging out with you." He sighed.
"If that is what she thinks she shouldn't have texted me today." I laugh.

"I don't even know why she did. I think she would prefer you be my friend over the other."

"And what exactly is the other?" I inquired. There was a pause between us.

"I don't know." He admits, "A bully?"

I glanced at him, "Is that what you thought I was?"

"Wedgies, public humiliation done by your hand, constant mocking, hitting me with a bike. Those are all considered bullying." He agreed heavily.

I had never considered it like that, "But dude I was totally kidding,"

"Nothing about that was taken as a joke." he grumbled.

I struggled to fathom this, but the words were hard to swallow, "Is that how you took them? Did you think I was bullying you then because I thought I was better than you?"

He opened and closed his palm against the steering wheel, "You always think you are better than me." He mumbled, "You're more popular, more open, every guy at school had there eyes on you at least at some point-" that sounded more like he thought I was better than him instead of the other way around, but I wouldn't cut him off to point that out, "But I didn't always think that you were bullying me. Only sometimes."

"What about the others times?" I'm curious at this point. "What was I to you in the others times?"

He struggled, "I dunno." He grumbled, "...A pushy sister?"

"Samuel!" I gasp out, touched.

"Don't touch me!" He screamed as I reached across the seat to pull him into a bone-crushing hug.

"But…" I frown, "I never meant to bully you, I swear. I thought it was all in good fun."

"I know." he nods.