Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
I'm so shocked that I actually find the inspiration to continue writing this =o=. I'm seriously not making any promises to continue this story because the inspiration might just go away all of a sudden and... yeah. But then, for now I'll just continue on.
Redikkulus: To be honest, I would have contacted you through mail because it would have been more appropriate but you weren't logged in so I guess I had to reply here...
First of all, thank you for the amazing lovely review. Thank you so, so much. As a matter of fact, you were probably the whole reason I cam back on this website and started writing again. I am so, so sorry and I wish I could have taken it back but I can't so this is all... sigh. Mostly, I haven't been continuing because I've lost interest in this fandom and because I just couldn't stand the reason I was writing. I was starting to write because I wanted good reviews but that was what I promised myself that I wouldn't do. I'm so sorry=(
And I had been so immature, lashing out because I was disappointed that there were critisism, negative or constructive. I apologise again for that. Now that I've taken a looong break, I seem to finally see the light (wow, what?) and I'll work on my anger management issues.
Thank you sooo much again for the review=)
xschizobunnyyx: As you wished, more OP and Chantal in this chappie. I might be a little late though.
TF angel: Aww, thanks for the luck. I did fail my Maths though...=(
Since Redikkulus mentioned character growth, I thought I'd like to mention something. I knew I said that there were three original characters in this installment. Pay close attention to these 3 characters and how they are different from each other. After I finish these three stories (like forever haha) I'll be posting up an analysis of what's behind these stories. The characters have a lot of meaning in them if you notice closely. Tip: Their similar appearance, attitudes and all were not by random
Oh and don't be surprised with the sudden change of tone of my writing and sudden British slang that has been added into the story (sort of?). That's probably due to the latest obsession of mine (One Direction omg), haha. Sorry!
Disclaimer: I do not own any frigging thing except for Chantal Price.
chapter seven. last night
"What exactly happened last night?" Chantal demanded as she pulled on her shirt.
"I don't know! Man, I'm dead, I'm dead..." Sam ranted.
"We didn't though, okay?" Chantal exclaimed.
"Yeah, whatever, I know!"
"You're not a virgin, are you?" She suddenly asked.
"No! No! I mean, Kina Hart! I mean, I shouldn't have told you that. I was drunk that time," he muttered under his breath, not even knowing what he was talking about.
"Ummm... pretend I never heard that. This is going to stain my mind forever. Oh lord. Oh fucking god," she moaned, clutching at her head at the horrible mental picture that was currently etched into her mind. Sam looked at her amusedly and chuckle a bit at her overreaction. Granted, he had turned a bit red of his 'truth moment'. She recovered after a moment. "So... what were you saying again last night? About the crazy ass car?"
He paled. "Uh... yeah... you know... stuff. You wouldn't be interested, it's like all about cars and mechanics and robotic controlling systems... and yeah, you wouldn't be interested..." He rambled on and on until she cut him off forecefully by clamping a hand over his mouth.
"Yeah, I kinda really get it, man. So... what're you going to be doing today?" She asked brightly.
"Nothing... I mean, I think I've got to you know... I've made plans with Mikaela actually," he grinned.
He wore her smile faltered a bit, but then she flashed him a 'don't worry' smile and he smiled back at her again. "Oh, that's too bad. I guess I'll probably film another video, I haven't been doing them for a while now... so... yeah," she let her voice fade out as she looked the other way. Sam took this as a cue for him to leave, so he waved at her awkwardly before walking out of the house and whistling tunes to himself.
She sighed as she opened the closet and fumbled through her clothes. "Too racy... too modest. Meh, last year... whatever," she said as she paired denim shorts with a flowy t-shirt and a pair of ankle cowboy boots. She was too lazy to try anything prettier so she just hopped into the shower, got cleaned up and started out of the house. This one one of the days where she'd faff around, doing nothing and sit in the coffee shop, listening to people talk with different accents. She loved accents.
As soon as she'd gotten into the coffee shop she'd spotted a familiar face. To be honest, she wasn't really surprised anymore. She'd expected this, if not anything else. During these days, he seemed to be all she saw and all that was on her mind (apart from Sam of course, he is always going to be in my mind). She groaned however, and slumped lower into her cushioned chair, wishing to disappear into it. She had had a one-nighter with him, and that was all she cared about.
"Chantal," his quiet voice sounded in front of her.
She counted to three slowly and opened her eyes. "Seriously, we had sex, we had a one-night stand, and it's best to leave it at that. I don't do relationships and to be honest I don't really like you that much either. I know there have been a hell lot of misunderstanding between us but it's all over now. It was a one-nighter and you'd best leave me alone if you know what's best for your health and mine," she said. This was probably the most sensible thing she'd told him since like... she's met him.
Oron sighed. "Look, Chantal. I'm really sorry that you honestly feel that way about me, but then I'd be lying if I admitted that I don't like you. I can shamelessly admit that you are a very attractive girl and yesterday was one of the best nights of my life."
She smiled a little. "Well... yeah, thanks for the compliments but you know..."
"I think we could be friends," he replied, a little bit blunt.
She looked taken back, surprised but then she nodded. "Yeah... yeah, we could be friends. Listen, give me your phone number and we could maybe text or chat sometimes... hang out... now that I'm not being an oversensitive paranoid git, I find you a little interesting and maybe we could work if you really wanted," she smiled warmly, taking out her phone.
She finished uploading her new video on youtube, apologising like hell about her recent 'disappearance', blaming it on her crazy hectic life. If that was what the viewers wanted to hear, then okay. She wasn't really sorry, although she did feel sorry for the kids that waited every day and night for her new video to come out. She had gone a longer way than she had intended to, and she'd become more famous since these few days (reason unknown, maybe sexy car wash?).
Her subscriber count continued to go up, and youtube even offered her a partnership program, to which, of course she'd agreed.
Another thing was, she was seeing more of Orion lately (not that she didn't before). They were now on friendly terms, even texting each other and hanging out and all that. She was aware that he seemed very contained and kept to himself most of the time. Maybe that was why she was so wary of him.
Lately, Sam had been avoiding her, saying something about being busy. She had frowned and accepted his explanation. Then he'd muttered something about "getting those glasses of his back" and all that crap about his grandfather. She didn't dare say that she had bought the glasses because she'd felt pity for him (I mean seriously, who in the right fucking mind would say that?). Somehow, she'd been hanging around Orion too much to forget that she yearned for Sam's existence.
Optimus had been hanging with Chantal Price more often. He'd obviously been enjoying her company and when he found out that she was too, he'd been overjoyed. It seemed like she had finally gotten over that Sam Witwicky and moved on.
By the way, he needed to get back those glasses soon, they were in terrible need of it, they needed to find the Allspark soon. And that Sam chap always seemed to get all twitchy and fussed whenever Optimus asked him about the glasses.
(I have the fucking glasses! Lord, can you get off my back for a fucking moment? I just need to find it, that's all!)
Well, Optimus was so fragging comforted to know Sam still had them, just that he didn't know where he put it. The kid clearly didn't understand how the glasses were important to him.
Ironhide had also been pissed off majorly by the fact that Optimus was almost never around. And Optimus had lost his temper and knocked Ironhide out because he was rambling on about getting away from Chantal.
"Sam Witwicky, answer your phone this fucking moment or I'll come to your house- regardless of what your parents say and bust your fucking window open," she growled into the phone after the beep for the voice mail.
5 minutes later he called back.
"Sorry, 'tal. I didn't answer you because well... I've been really busy these days a-"
"Bust fucking Mikaela Banes, you mean?" She snapped.
"Not everyone's a slut like you, Price, geez!" He snapped back before realising what he said.
"Well, thanks for admitting the way you feel about me, Witwicky," she replied coldly, but now hanging up yet.
"I'm sorry," he sighed, his voice was strained. "I've just been pissed off because of the stress... My... dad's not getting off my back about my dropping grades and all that shit..."
"You're lying, Witwicky."
"All right... come over to my house, I'll explain everything in a few minutes, I swear. But you're not going to tell anyone, okay? If you do, I'm going to be so dead..."
"Okay, okay," she said, her voice annoyed as she hung up the phone and casually rang his doorbell 5 minutes later.
"All right, come with me, I'll show you something," Sam answered the door, pulling her out. His voice and action was filled with uncertainty as he did so. He gestured her into his car and she did, but not failing to notice that the model was upgraded.
"What the fuck just happened here, won the lottery or something?" She exclaimed.
"I'm trying to explain, Chantal. Honestly, please," Sam said, smashing his head into the wheel before starting the car. He seemed really tired and strained. Well, sorry.
They stayed in silence as he drove them to an abandoned carpark. They got out of the car and Sam took a deep breath. "Bee, show her," he said.
She turned to him incredulously, hoping he had a suitable explanation for this.
Then, the gears of the car shifted and it transformed into a... very tall and big robot. Her jaw dropped open in shock. "Shit. Shit, shit shit!" She exclaimed as she started to run in the opposite side. Sam immediately ran after her, grabbing on to her arms and pinning them to the nearest wall with his body before clamping his hand over her mouth.
"Shut up, someone's gonna hear!" He hissed. "And the others are coming soon. You wanted to hear this so don't you dare... don't you dare freak out."
She slowly nodded, and he removed his hand from her mouth. "This is fucking insane. What is that?" She whispered.
"I'll let Optimus explain. He wouldn't want you hearing it from anybody else."
She waited for an excrutiating 10 minutes before the rest of the car arrived, and she picked out one exceptional one from the crowd.
She pointed at it, looking at Sam.
"What. The fuck is that?"
Holy... I think Chantal just found her truck. =.=
Sorry for the emoticons, being way too... weird.
