And this is for the lovely MarsTwilight, who has been oh-so-patient with me. Please enjoy and remember, I do requests like this. Only one shots though, no stories.
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She's scared because he cares and it feels like too much.
"Most of the people I have cared for left me," she mutters one night, perched on his hood, knees to her chest. "I just...I don't want to scare you off with my baggage."
Some old song belches from the radio but she can't hear it, not as lost in her thoughts as she is. Heblets it play and thats alright with her but still, it feels like something is missing. But what? Maybe the air felt empty because it was the first time she and the Bee had been alonr. Ever. It wasn't like they weren't alowed around each other, it was just between saving the world on a grand scale and a minimal one, there was never any time.
And look how she was spending the time given, sulking.
She whistled through her teeth and shimmied down from the hood of the car, pouting. "Its not fair," the radio whines, a confused noise. "Here I am sulking and...and you're patient, listening to me..."
As thebradio scratches, him trying to find a matching frequency, she makes him reel back. That song, the right notes, smooth as jazz and the sky above. She squeals and spins, hair catching on her wet lips, eyes sparkling as she stares at the hood of the Camaro she...loved.
"I know this song," she cheers. "Hello darlin" she tempts to mimick the deep voice coming through the radio. "Nice to see you," she dips at the waist, gaining an amused, chuckling-like noise from the grill of the car. "It's been a looong tiiiime, you're just as lovely as you've ever been..."
"Hey," Sam pokes his head out of his bedroom window. "Shut up."
"Piss off," she sticks her tongue out at him.
He just rolls his eyes and pulls back into his room, shutting the window. She smiles, hearing a filtered round of applause come through the speakers. She turns to Bee, smiling then grabbing the hem of her shirt, curtseying just a little.
"Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all weekend."
That earned an audible groan from Sam's bedroom but a louder applause from Bumblebee, successfully snuffing out any doubt she had that this might not work.