Well, I've got good news and bad news. The good is, well, this new chapter! But unfortunately Sam dies. No I'm just kidding. The bad news is that I wont be able to write a new chapter for at least couple days. Long story short again, mini-vacation. But aside that, I think many of you will enjoy this chapter! Please, please! Write a review! They are really what keeps me writing! Heres Chapter 8! Or 7! My chapter numbers are so botched, the prologue messed it all up :P

Is Change Good?

Sam didn't want to sound rude, but, "Listen buddy, we met like fifteen minutes ago. How often do you call someone who you don't even know?" This guy was getting on his nerves. But, judging from the silence on the other end of the line, he figured he had maybe been a little too harsh. "Ok. Why did you call?"

"Oh, I was gonna ask if you wanted to help me move some boxes around. I just bought the house two down from yours." The man was his neighbor! He felt so stupid for thinking that he was just some weirdo from the street. You always introduce yourself to your neighbors. "I- understand if you would rather not…"

"No no! I'm sorry, I'll be over in like a half hour. I just have to get a few things done really quick." Sam really wanted to take a shower, even if he was going back outside right after. Matt continued, "Ok, just come right over. I'll be unpacking some of the lighter stuff." They ended the conversation and Sam ran upstairs to the bathroom for his second shower of the day. After cleansing his body from that sticky-sweaty feeling, he threw on some clothes and walked out the front door.

Bumblebee was still waiting in his driveway, and when Sam walked by him towards his neighbor's house, he heard a song he never thought his car would play. "Come on Bee. The breakfast club?" Sam laughed a little, "I'm just going over to help the new neighbor move in." The car seemed to accept that and shut off the music. Sam continued towards Matt's house, and arrived to an open door and a living room full of boxes.

"Hello?" Sam called into the house. He didn't know where Matt was at the moment. "I'm out on the deck!" a voice called back at him. As Sam walked through the house he realized that he couldn't remember who had lived there before Matt. Now that he thought about it, he never really talked to any of his neighbors, and they never really talked to him.

"Hi." Sam greeted the man as he slid open the glass door and walked onto the deck. Matt seemed to be struggling to get some plastic bags off of the chairs he had obviously bought new. "Hey Sam!" his new neighbor sounded pretty happy to see him. "I can do this later, why don't you help me get some stiff up the stairs?" It really wasn't a question, so Sam just went along with it. "Ok." He said as Matt was already sliding open the door.

There was a pile of boxes at the foot of the stairs, and Matt immediately picked one up with ease and handed it to Sam, who was less than thrilled when he found how heavy it was. But, he lugged it up the stairs, and when he was half-way back down Matt handed him another box. He was a little disappointed, but reached for a box that was about the same size as the last. Unfortunately, he lost his footing and started tumbling down the stairs. Matt dropped the box and stupidly said, "I gotcha!" because he really didn't. Sam knocked Matt off his feet and landed on top of him.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he almost shouted, even though their faces were no more that 2 inches apart. Matt didn't answer, but was staring right back into Sam's eyes. Sam asked again, and instead of answering Matt pulled Sam's face to his own, locking their lips. Sam's eyes grew wide and he pushed himself up to separate them. "What's going on!?" he asked while backing up to the wall.

"I can't help being attracted to you Sam." Matt said, rather openly. Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing, and was having mixed feelings. A part of him was flattered, while another was just downright scared. "I… have to go." Sam said, making his way to the door. "If you must." Matt averted his gaze while shrugging his shoulders. Sam opened the door and slipped outside.

A few days ago Matt had arrived in the town, house hunting. The one he eventually bought was not his favorite, but something had attracted him to it. As the caretaker was showing him some path out in the front and explaining how good it was, he heard a car start and pull out from two driveways down. He was pretty bored so he fixed his eyes on the driver. Some Killers song was blaring from the speakers, which was okay. He liked their music, but what really caught his eye was the driver. The boy driving the car seemed to be in his late teens, and he had never seen anyone that had attracted him so much. The house had all of the sudden seemed a lot better of a deal, and he accepted the caretaker's offer with minimal bartering. Matt knew he had found the person he was waiting his whole life to be with.

Sam came stomping up to Bumblebee, a little more than flustered. Bumblebee was so curious as to what could have happened in only five minutes, that he completely forgot to pop open his door. Sam stared at his car when it didn't move, "What are you mad at me now too?" The car's door flew open faster than ever, as if to compensate for the lateness, but it unfortunately slammed Sam's entire body and sent him flying on to the pavement. Sam just stared at him in amazement. His car had never hit him before. "Oh my god." He said, running into his house.

Bumblebee felt absolutely awful. There was no way he would ever hurt Sam on purpose, and he could only pray the boy knew it. It was an accident, but that was no excuse. He had hurt his human. The one thing that he kept above all else was now afraid of him. The only thing he could do was wait. He would sit there, staring at the garage door, until his human finally left his house.

Sam didn't know what to do. His car had just knocked the wind out of him, and he didn't even know why, and a scary, although admittedly attractive, new neighbor had just tried to kiss him. Things were getting more and more complicated. He thought that maybe he liked it better when he had lost his memory. Everything had seemed so simple. Optimus had been there, and Sam had been there, so why not engage in whatever those robots engage in? And what was the deal with Optimus anyhow? He seemed like he didn't even want to look at Sam when he went to talk to him, though he claimed that everything was fine. Optimus would have never hurt him, no matter what Sam had done. But disappointing the big blue Autobot was punishment enough. He figured he might prefer physical punishment. All these thoughts eventually led him to one thing. He had to talk with the one thing that hadn't changed since it got here. He had to find Optimus Prime.

It was all set. He'd slip out the backdoor, without making a peep, and head through the next house's back yard and get to the sidewalk from there. There were enough trees in the way to keep his car from seeing him once he had gotten past the next house. Things would be straightened out tonight! The plan was foolproof!

Deciding it was always best to sneak around in the dark, Sam waited the two hours for sunset to arrive. Dressed in the darkest clothes he could find, he took his plan to action. Silently opening the backdoor, shutting it behind him, and tiptoeing to the next yard, it had seemed to work so far. Then, as he was rounding the house and walking in the side-yard towards the sidewalk, a light to his right caught his eye. The next thought clicked as he remembered that was his new, scary neighbor's house. He could see matt through the window, and he was just sitting there watching TV. Sam shuddered and continued onto the sidewalk, where he began his 10-20 minute walk to the overlook, where Optimus Prime was sure to be.

The further he walked, the colder it seemed to get, and he wished he had worn that sweatshirt again. Also, Sam kept getting spooked by the littlest things, which was odd because this wasn't the first time he had walked the streets alone at night. A little rustle every now and then would freak him right out, and he would increase his pace. He even thought he heard footsteps, other than his own. But that could be some echo or something right? He told himself to keep thinking that. Whatever was following him, he was sure something was by now, would be no match for his metal friend, who was still ten minutes away….

The footsteps behind him were getting closer. Sam was starting to hear someone breathing. He finally took a breath and whirled around. His heart stopped.

"At least this time, when you walked outside, you didn't get wet."

Now doesn't that just give you the heebie-jeebies:D