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"Sorry for getting blood all over your…uhh…insides?" I said, wincing as I felt some more dried blood cake off my elbow and fall onto the seat. The radio crackled, smashing together different songs and broadcasts.
"Don't say you're sorry, just live and let live -It's alright -Lord, I'm fine." The radio crackled, making me smile. I hoped that I wasn't bothering him and I wondered if he could see me inside of himself. Sam had argued that his car was definably a male, which Mikaela and I agreed after Mister Camaro made some loud noises after being called a female. Mikaela and Sam were cuddling in the passenger seat, the seat belt stretched and wrapped around them.
Yeah, I have no clue why Mikaela went along with that old 'seatbelt-so we can be safe' routine. Too much like Dora the Explorer for me to fall for. Our ride was silent for a while, Mister Camaro taking us wherever he damn well pleased. Mikaela sighed after a long while, leaning further against Sam.
"You know what I don't understand?" Mikaela asked, as Sam and I answered with silence and a blank stare. Darkness enveloped the car as Mister Camaro drove into a tunnel. The artificial lights that lined the tunnel and the lights shining from the Camaro's dashboard made me feel calm.
"Why, if he's supposed to be, like, this super advanced robot, does he transform back into this piece of crap Camaro?" Mikaela whispered to us, her eyes gleaming. The radio, which had been playing softly, turned off immediately with a loud crackle and snap. Mister Camaro spun, fishtailing violently and sending my body slamming into the door. I felt the lightly scabbed over cuts on my left elbow reopen. I whimpered, hearing the angry honks and shouts of other drivers as the passenger side door opened up.
With a jostle, Mister Camaro kicked Sam and Mikaela out. I reached for my door, but it locked itself before I could even pull the handle. The seat belt tightened around my torso, making me slam back into the seat. Sam and Mikaela scrambled out just as Mister Camaro spun his wheels and drove away down the tunnel. I squeaked as I heard Sam's angry shouts. My scrambling hand found the window crank and I spun the window down as quickly as I could. I stuck my head out of the open window to try and see them.
"FANTASTIC! Now you've pissed him off! That car is sensitive!" Sam shouted at Mikaela, throwing his hands above his head. "I mean, four-thousand dollars just drove off! With Kate!"
Great, I love how I come after the four grand.
"Uhh...can I...get out?" I asked, gently tapping the steering wheel to get Mister Camaro's attention. He didn't respond, but he started driving closer to the wall of the tunnel. The car jerked and I felt everything tilt to one side. With another bounce, I felt the entire car lift onto two wheels, causing me to be thrown to the right side of the car. The seatbelt held me in place, but I still managed to flounder around. I yelped, stiffening up and holding onto the steering wheel. I heard a familiar song come over the radio, which almost made up for the fact that I was hanging sideways.
"Easy does it, easy does it." Mister Camaro's radio whispered as a strange blue light showered the interior of the car. The blue light scanned over the old leather and metal, causing the textures to shine and shift. The blue light faded quickly and I noticed that the aged leather beneath my thighs felt different.
I clenched the wheel as Mister Camaro bounced back onto all four of his wheels. He then pulled a tight U-turn and began to drive back towards Sam and Mikaela, who were fighting on the sidewalk. I took a deep, stabilizing breath before opening my eyes (when did they close?) and looked around the interior. Mister Camaro's seats were now new black leather and his dashboard was glistening and updated. When I looked out the windshield, I saw the hood of a glistening, brand spankin' new, smokin' hot Camaro.
"Just because you play my favorite band and have a smokin' hot body doesn't mean I'm not scared." I said, as we coasted to a stop in front of an amazed Mikaela and Sam.
"Only time will tell- Do not be afraid- FEEL GOOD- I know you like that!" The Camaro bounced and chirped. I let out a breathless laugh, feeling overwhelmed and shocked. Was this real? Was this really happening to me? Sam popped the passenger door open and slid into the seat with Mikaela, the new seatbelt stretching over them and clicking fastened.
There were seatbelts in the backseat in Mister Camaro's new and improved form, but I wasn't about to take Sam's thunder from him. The awkward guy needs to get the girl sometimes!
"Oh…my...god." Sam said, feeling the new seat beneath him. Mister Camaro seemed to purr at all the attention his new form was getting, and quickly zoomed off down the street. He seemed to have some idea of where we were going. I couldn't help but feel nervous: it was dark out and none of us knew where Mister Camaro was taking us.
We drove out of the city, and traveled into the countryside. The bumpy roads made my stomach churn, but there wasn't much that could be done about it. We came upon a large field that was sectioned off by a massive metal fence. The Camaro slowed down and gently pushed open the metal gates, which we clearly were not supposed to go through, with his front grill. Mister Camaro stopped, popping open both of his front doors. All three of us slid from the luxurious seats, stretching our stiff limbs.
"VISITORS FROM HEAVEN- HALLELUJAH!" The radio boomed, making us turn our eyes upwards. We lent up against the Camaro's glimmering new hood, watching the sky anxiously.
At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. We waited for a few moments, and just when I was about to voice my confusion, four bright balls of fire appeared out of nowhere in the sky. The meteorites sped towards Earth at breakneck speed as Sam, Mikaela, and I huddled together. Sam wrapped his hand around Mikaela's and I couldn't help but tuck my fingers into the grill of the Camaro and squeeze.
Blue lightening flashed across the sky as the meteors closed in, crashing to the ground with earth quaking power. One of the meteors slammed into the field, not too far off from where we were. We all stared at each other for a moment, trying to figure out who would suggest we check out the meteorite first. Sam nodded to Mikaela, and the two love birds started running towards the blue flashes of light.
"You guys go ahead! I'll stay with Satan's Camaro! DINOSAURS WERE KILLED BY A SINGLE METEOR! WE JUST SAW FOUR! THAT'S QUADRUPLE DINOSAUR DEATH!" I shouted, my fingers still entangled in Mister Camaro's grill. The Camaro seemed to shake a little and made a low rumbling sound. Was he laughing at me? His headlights darkened for a second before his radio crackled and started playing a familiar un-godly song.
"I LOVE YOU, YOU LOVE ME! WE'RE A HAPPY FAMILY!"
"NO! NO! NO BARNEY THE DINOSAUR! You're an alien! How would you even know that song?!" I groaned, horrified that he somehow knew the most obnoxious song to ever grace the radio waves.
"It's world wide- check us out on facebook- web- we can be found online!- Google it!" Mister Camaro said, his headlights flashing. I eyed him oddly, unsure if he could even see me.
"You searched the internet…for dinosaur and that song came up?" I asked, leaning against his hood. His metal felt warm to the touch, but wasn't as warm as human skin. Mister Camaro bounced a little, in what I assumed to be the equivalence of a nod.
"So you can just…search the internet with your mind?" I asked, twiddling the fingers of my free hand on his hood. He made a chirping noise, the engine rumbling underneath my back. I found myself at a loss of what to say, which didn't happen often. Even if I didn't have anything to say, I could always pull a random fact or story out of my head, but I was completely drawing a blank.
"How're you liking Earth so far?" I mumbled, staring up at the stars. Were more meteors going to come? More visitors from heaven? More robot aliens like Mister Camaro?
"Earth is- just a small world- but it's so beautiful, oh so beautiful!- Luckiest girl in the world- to have this place- as your- home, sweet home." He said softly, the sound coming out of the open windows. I sighed, pressing myself further into the smooth metal.
"I never really thought about it. People make documentaries about how pretty Earth is…they're nice to look at, but I've never really sat and appreciated it." I said, leaning the back of my head against his hood. The sky was peaceful, nothing but twinkling stars.
"I like your- armor." Mister Camaro said softly. My brows furrowed in confusion, and I turned a bit to rest on my side.
"You mean my clothes?" I asked, looking down at my torn up uniform. My white polo was now tan and completely filthy. My skirt was torn to shreds and I once again had to thank God for remembering to put on shorts underneath. The car bounced a little underneath me.
"Thanks. They're usually not as dirty and bloody. I'm glad I can pull off the apocalyptic look." I joked, looking down at my battered black ballet shoes. I hate these shoes and I'm pretty sure nothing, not even running during an alien invasion, would destroy these shoes.
"Your…uh…paint job is very nice. Your old one was nice, too." I said, feeling compelled to give him a compliment as well. His engine rumbled a little.
"What is your- name?" Mister Camaro asked.
"I'm Katelynn, but you can call me Kate." I said, rolling my shoulders. "What's your name?"
"I'ma bee, I'ma bee, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma bee- When the bee stings- Little bumblebees buzzing."
"Bee? Huh, it fits your whole black and yellow motif." I said, taking my hand out of his grill and patting his yellow and black hood. Mister Camaro, Bee, chirped and shifting a little under me. Sam and Mikaela came running back to us, causing Bee to pop open his doors. Mikaela wasted no time getting in the backseat while Sam sat in shotgun.
Awh. The seat sharing honeymoon must be over.
I dragged myself back into the driver's seat, ready for another long, achy drive. Since I wasn't actually driving, I was able to stretch my legs out. Bee backed away from the field, pulled a 180 turn, and started driving back into the city limits.
"What did you guys see?" I asked, nestling myself further into the seat.
"A big robot. Biggest I've ever seen, even on TV." Sam whispered, looking back at Mikaela for reassurance. Mik nodded quickly, pushing her hair away from her face.
"I don't think it saw us though. It ran off towards the highway." Mikaela said, biting her bottom lip.
"At least it didn't try to kill you. Bee and I were having a nice little stargazing date without you." I mocked, earning a shocked look from Sam.
"You named my car?" Sam said, looking disappointed. "It's my job to name him!"
"He already had a name, thank you." I said, patting the steering wheel.
"What's my name, what's my name?- I'll be your honey bee- bees in the trap! Bee-Bees in the trap!" The radio crackled.
"Bee." Sam said softly, looking out the window in a daze. He nodded his head after a moment. Everyone was silent as Bee drove us into the bustling city. We soon began taking turns down the more dirty and dangerous streets; the kind that my dad would never like me driving through. The dangerous streets turned into shady alleyways. I felt Mikaela shift nervously in the backseat, especially when gangsters and thugs would turn their interest towards Bee. The seatbelt's grip on me tightened a little when one of the larger thugs got a little too close, causing Bee to make a sharp turn down another alley.
"Do you feel comfortable sitting there?" Mikaela asked me from the back seat. I shrugged, focusing on my messed up elbow. The bleeding had stopped, but the color of the skin was this odd plum-orangish tone that was obviously not healthy. I was more worried about that than any two-bit thug trying to steal our alien robot car.
"Why wouldn't I be comfortable? It's just as secure right here as it is back there." I admitted, shrugging my shoulders.
"You will be safe in my arms- everything's alright, everything's fine."
"Well, he's driving." Mikaela reasoned after Bee's little solo was over. I shrugged, feeling a blush coming on. I hope I wasn't making Bee uncomfortable. He always opened his driver's door for me, but maybe he was just being polite. Mikaela let it go after that, turning her attention back to our shady surroundings.
Bee drove on for a few more minutes, and he started slowing as we cruised down a foggy, deserted alley way. Bee slowed down to a complete stop, and I squinted when something reflected against the fog just ahead of us. Whatever it was, it was getting closer. After a few tense moments, we realized that it was head lights bouncing against the fog.
Bee opened his doors, and Sam, Mikaela, and I slowly crawled out as a monstrous semi-truck slowly rolled towards us. It looked like 'Old American Pride' to me, with red flames painted on the truck's glimmering blue paint. I heard a siren behind us and spun around quickly. Had the cruiser robot come back?
Three more cars were coming our way from behind us. A pickup truck, a search and rescue vehicle, and a smaller, silver sports car bringing up the rear. My attention was brought back to the Semi as it stopped in front of us, only a few inches away. I was the same height as the middle of the grill, which made me flinch. Holy hell, this robot must be Godzilla sized! I looked closely at the Semi's grill and recognized the little mask like symbol that was on Bee's horn.
I quickly jumped back with a yelp as the Semi's engine started making loud noises. Clicking, whirling noises and what sounded like compressed air erupted from the Semi. The tires popped out at an angle, axles and pipes began jutting out, and the grill seemed to separate. Eventually, a ginormous red, blue and silver robot stood before us. He had to be at least 30 feet tall!
The bright yellow search and rescue vehicle, which I could now tell was a Hummer, drove past us and parked alongside the large robot's foot. The two other vehicles parked along the robot's other side: a large, black Top Kick pickup truck and a sleek little sterling silver Pontiac. Once all three of the vehicles were parked; they too began to transform into giant robots.
We humans gaped like fish at the massive beings as they created a circle around us. The largest robot knelt down to our level, but was still hovering above us by a few feet. I heard Bee transforming behind us, making loud squeaking and beeping noises. The biggest robot was looking down at us, his blue eyes were so bright and fluorescent, they seemed to light up the darkness around us.
Holy fuck…this robot's head is bigger than Sam's entire torso!
The robot kept leaning over, getting closer and closer to our faces. Personal space please? I dared not say that out loud. With the way this guy carried himself, his shoulders high and with an air of leadership, he was probably a king or something. The booming voice that came out of the Semi-robot was so deep that I could almost feel the ground shake.
"Are you Samuel James Witwicky? Descendant of Archibald Witwicky?" The robot asked us, his voice reverberating against my ribs. Mikaela swallowed thickly, leaning closer to Sam.
"They know your name." She whispered fearfully, holding onto Sam's arm. I stood there stiffly, nervous that if I made one wrong move, the robot would snap. I watched, frozen, as the robot's eyes flickered back and forth from Sam, to Mikaela, to me.
"Yeah." Sam answered the robot shakily, wrapping his hands around me and Mikaela's forearms. Gingerly, he tugging us away from the robot and inched us behind him. The robot took note of Sam's actions with a raised, metal brow.
"I am Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron." He said, gesturing with his hand towards the other robots. Another deep voice came from what used to be the search and rescue Hummer. The robot sounded a little grumpier than Optimus, but didn't sound mean.
"But you can call us Autobots for short." The neon yellow robot said, putting his hand in the air in a sort of 'whatever' wave and flick gesture.
"Autobots." Sam whispered, wiping sweat off his cheek. Optimus' eyes tuned into Mikaela and I, making us flinch.
"What are your designations?" He asked kindly, tilting his giant, helmet like head.
"I don't think I'm designated for anything, besides getting inside robotic cars." I spewed out, unable to hold back my inner voice. He seemed to kindly smile at my confusion, his eyes darkened for a second before he reworded his question.
"Identity? Names?" He listed off a few synonymous words for his meaning of 'designation'.
"Mikaela Eliza Banes." Mikaela said, stepping closer to Sam. Optimus turned to me, his eyes still glowing.
"Katelynn McHugh Banghart." I said, as Sam's grip loosened on my arm.
"What's crackin' lil' bitches?" The sleek, silver Pontiac asked, doing some weird kick flip before striking a pose and landing in a laid back position on an old junked car. Optimus cleared his throat and nodded towards the sterling silver robot.
"My first lieutenant, designation: Jazz." Optimus said.
"This looks like a cool place to kick it." Jazz sighed happily, fully content with using a rather uncomfortable looking car as a couch.
"How did he learn to talk like that?" Sam asked, seeing as Jazz decided to go all gangsta-bot on us. Mikaela and I giggled, as Jazz began trying to copy gang signs and what looked like...the middle finger with his long, sharp, metal phalanges.
"We've learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web." Optimus said seriously, looking down at us.
"When you search the web…your eyes or headlights dim a bit, right?" I asked curiously, turning to the large robot. He nodded, smiling, then pointed behind us to what used to be the large, black, pickup truck with the smoke stacks.
"My weapon's specialist, designation: Ironhide." Ironhide's hands formed and clicked, spun and morphed into glowing cannons, which he pointed at us humans. Bee revved his engine, glaring at the larger robot.
"You feeling lucky, punks?" Ironhide rasped, quoting a movie. I snorted, trying to bite back my smile.
"How 'Dirty Harry' can you get?" I couldn't help but squeak out as Ironhide smiled.
"Easy Ironhide." Optimus said, seeing as Sam had grown wary of his cannons. Meh...big baby.
"I'm just kidding. I just wanted to show them my cannons." Ironhide sighed like a little kid. It was kinda cute though, I shook my head at the thought. Optimus pointed to what used to be the bright yellow search and rescue Hummer.
"Our medical officer, designation: Ratchet." Optimus introduced the medical officer, who was sniffing the air like a blood hound. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the rest of Optimus' introductions. Optimus finally pointed to 'Satan's Camaro' who was pretending to box while dancing to a hip hop song on his radio.
"You already know your guardian, designation: Bumblebee."
"Bumblebee," Sam said, turning to look at the dancing robot. "Bee."
"Check on the rep, yep second to none!"Bee chirped as he punched the air a few times.
"I'm allergic to bees." I whispered dumbly, unsure of what else to say. We had already known his name, thanks to me. Mikaela jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow, smirking at me.
"His vocal processors were damaged in battle. I'm still working on them." Ratchet admitted, pointing what looked like a laser pointer at Bumblebee's throat. Bee coughed, backing away from the red light as if it bothered him. Ratchet's attention turned back to the three of us and he began sniffing the air once more.
"The boy's pheromone levels suggest he wants to mate with the dark haired female." He said, unembarrassed as Sam coughed and Mikaela pushed her hair away from her face. Ratchet sniffed the air again, apparently not done embarrassing us poor humans.
"But the female wants to go into recharge." He said, clearly meaning sleep. What are these guys? Recharging? Are they giant iPods?
"The tiny female wants Bumblebee close by. Her optics keep twitching over to him." Ratchet said, his bright blue eyes locked on me. I blushed again, but did take a small step closer to the yellow Camaro. Bee whistled, bending over at his hips and blinking owlishly at me. I blushed harder, turning my head down and toeing the ground. Jazz snorted, coming a bit closer to us, his eyes narrowing down on me.
"Ratchet, ya might wanna scan the humans for injuries and scrap 'fore we go any further. Especially 'dat tiny one. Looks like er joint's pretty fragged up and her optics are probably on da fritz." Jazz said looking down at our dirtied forms. Ratchet hummed, bending down to look me in the face.
"You have quite odd optics." Ratchet said, his blue eyes-er optics shining brightly into my own mismatched orbs. I heard Bumblebee's engine rev from behind Ratchet. That must be kind of like a growl, it certainly wasn't a happy noise.
"Optics?" I questioned. These Autobot's had some weird alien slang going on.
"Eyes." Ratchet explained, taking ahold of my arm in two of his fingers and looking at my "fragged up joint", which apparently translates to my messed up elbow.
"HEY! My eyes are fine! I was a pre-term baby, thank you!" I shouted in Jazz's general direction, too afraid to face him while one of his buddies had a grip on my already fucked up elbow.
"It's broken, barley." Ratchet said, the metal on his wrist opening up. A long, plastic tube came out, along with what looked like a roll of gauze tape.
WELL! I'm sorry my broken elbow isn't broken enough to your standards.
The tube poured out clear liquid that I instantly recognized by the smell: disinfectant. I jerked a little at the stinging sensation, hissing between my teeth. Bee made some worried clicks, but stayed beside Optimus as he and Sam started talking about Sam's descendant's glasses. The old glasses somehow had a map printed on them that would lead the Autobots to something Optimus called The Cube. The Cube, also known as The Allspark, was pretty much the center of life for their planet. The story sounded too strange for me to follow, and I couldn't imagine an entire planet could be fueled by a single cube.
I saw Optimus tap the side of his helmet, activating a spooky hologram of what was the Autobot's home planet. Robotic corpses hung off of metal trees, as a dark colored, red eyed robot speared another robot through the chest. I had to turn away from it after only a few seconds. It was too gruesome to watch, made even more sickening as I realized that it wasn't just a movie; it was real.
"Thanks Ratchet." I said distantly, patting my elbow lightly after the medical officer wrapped and closed off the bandages securely. Ratchet smiled, nodding to me as he quickly changed back into his vehicle form, along with the other robots. We were apparently going back to Sam's house to get these Armageddon stopping glasses, which some robot named Megatron wants as well.
Oh, and the evil robots are called Decepticons.
Totally makes sense.
Sam, Mikaela, and I rode in Bee, who lead all the other Autobot's back to Sam's house. The ride was swift, all our focus set on finding these map-glasses. As we pulled up to the back of Sam's house, we all hopped out of Bee with a nervous energy buzzing in our veins.
"I need you two to stay here! Really! You and you, stay here and watch them!" Sam whisper-shouted at Mikaela and me before running up to his back door.
All the Autobots grumbled, quickly transforming into their robot forms. Mikaela was trying to whisper to them to get down and stay out of sight. Optimus ignored her and began stepping over trees and fences to get into Sam's back yard. Mikaela tried to reason the others back into their car modes, but it didn't seem to be working very well. Just as I was about to shout at Jazz to get away from a telephone pole, I was suddenly up in the air. I yelped, looking down to see that I was in Bumblebee's hand.
"Bee!" I whispered, as he stepped over the fence and knelt beside Sam's house. Oh shit! Sam's dad was right there! All he needed to do was to step out the door and turn a little and he would get an eyeful of yellow robot! Sam was trying to talk his dad into staying inside, as Bee and I peered at him from the corner of the house. Sam seemed to realize that Mikaela and I had failed in keeping the Autobots hidden and shot me a brief glare.
"Turn back into the car!" I whispered, tugging at my hair. Bee's head tilted, as if he was confused.
"Does that form- please you baaaaayybyy!" His radio whispered at a low volume. I blushed, shaking my head and hiding my face in my hands.
"N-Yes...N-...you need to stay hidden!" I whimpered, turning redder by the second. Bee didn't seem to understand, but thought my reaction was humorous. I sighed, trying to figure out a way of wording to him that he and all his robo-buddies had to stay out of sight.
"Sam gave us...a…mission, a mission, that's right!" I said, watching as his beautiful eyes brightened at the word mission.
"Our mission is to make sure you guys all stay out of trouble while he is trying to get the glasses. Mikaela, Sam, and I are doing our parts! You guys are making us fail our mission!" I whispered, seeing his eyes darken. Bee made some sad clicking noises and made a sigh-like sound.
"I've failed you my dear- I'm sorry!- I'll make it up to you...with everything." Bee said, his eyes dimming. I instantly felt bad, like I had guilted him. I bit my lip and reached out to pat his cheek.
"Don't worry Bee; just keep as quiet as you can." I whispered as quietly as I could to demonstrate while trying to hide my red face. Bee nodded seriously, holding me closely against his chest. He turned us towards Sam's backyard, where all the Autobots were tromping about.
Sam's backyard is actually really pretty! All the flowers! Oh! Look at that nice fountai-
Crunch.
...That used to be a nice fountain.
Sam had somehow managed to talk his father to stay inside the house and was now freaking out about the destruction of his backyard. I understood his frustration. There was no way he could fix the wreckage before his parents noticed.
"Sorry, my bad." Optimus said sheepishly, as Sam bounced around the destroyed fountain angrily.
"You couldn't wait for five minutes! You couldn't just stay! Just stay!" Sam was losing his cool, looking dirty and sweaty. Sam ran back inside, just as a cute little Chihuahua wearing a cast came trotting out. I awhed, looking down from Bee's hand.
"I wanna pet the puppy!" I squeaked as Bee laughed and set me down on the ground. I skipped over to where the dog was, just as it wiggled on over next to Ironhide and proceeded to take a leg-up position on the weapon specialist's toe. I cringed, racing forward and snatching up the poor puppy. I quickly looked at its name tags, seeing that the cute little beast was named Mojo.
"Ugh...wet!" Ironhide groaned, shaking off his foot. I shivered, as his large hands turned into cannons and began to glow. He pointed his cannons towards me and Mojo, who was shivering in my arms.
"No, no! This is Mojo! He's a pet, that's all! P-please put the shiny cannons away." I whimpered, holding the shaken Chihuahua to my chest. Bee came marching up behind me, his radio blaring what sounded like angry death metal.
"Get down, get away!- back up, back up, back up!- step off- my girl!" Bee said, rushing over and blocking me from Ironhide's cannons with one of his legs. I blushed as Ironhide raised his metal brow, clearly not wanting to shoot me, but Mojo on the other hand was a different story.
"Sam has a rodent infestation. Shall I terminate?" Ironhide asked politely, cannons twirling as Sam raced towards us and snatched Mojo from my arms.
"He's not a rodent! He's a Chihuahua! We love…Chihuahua's." Sam said, shaking his pathetic dog.
"He's leaked lubricants all over my foot." Ironhide growled, shaking his foot. I looked to Sam, shrugging my shoulders.
"It's on his foot, bro." I reasoned, scratching the back of my head. Sam groaned, holding his dog closer to his chest.
"H-He peed on you? Bad Mojo. Bad Mojo!" Sam scolded the small dog, who looked up at his boy with pathetically sad eyes.
"Bad Mojo." Ironhide repeated, pointing at the Chihuahua. Sam's head shot up in the direction of his house as voices were raised. Someone in his house was shouting, but it was intelligible from back in the yard. Sam sighed, rushing into his house through the back door. Ironhide groaned, shaking his foot.
"That's gonna rust." He grumbled before he turned his neon blue gaze to me. "Those are his creators?"
I nodded, praying that his parents weren't coming out here anytime soon. I felt my cellphone, which had miraculously stayed in my pocket, start to vibrate. I felt myself visibly pale when a specific ringtone began to play and all the Autobots looked down at me. I blushed once again, fishing my cell phone out of my skirt's pocket. The loud ringtone snapped off as I cradled my phone to my ear.
"Hello?"
"KATE! WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?"
"Hello, Bridgette." I sighed, covering my eyes. Bridgette was too angry to speak English and starting hissing her anger out in German. I could hear her kicking doors and walls as she stormed around her house. I could hear Sam and his parents fighting inside his house; their screams flowing out into the backyard. I rubbed at my forehead from the different screams that I was being forced to listen to. More than a little frustrated, I muttered a quick goodbye to Bridgette before turning off my phone. The Autobots looked back and forth between Sam's house and me, worried looks in their optics.
"Are you having creator problems, as well?" Optimus asked, kneeling down. I shook my head, feeling the start of a headache.
"I've got cousin problems."
