Authors Note: This is my first time titeling my paragraphs so I hope you like the title. Now on to the story
Getting Sam out of jail
After getting Bumblebee a good wash and eating something, I went back to Bumblebee to see if he was dry enough to be taken to the lake so the dirt Sam would pick up wont make him even more dirtier than he already was before I cleaned him and when I was satisfied that yes he was dry, I went back inside the house. I went to my room and got changed into different clothes, I picked my favorite band black Kiss t-shirt that I got from one of my gay best friends and classmate Ty and a pair of knee length skinny jeans and put some green flip flops on.
I walked out of my room just in time to hear Sam listing things off on his list to Mojo. "Alright, Mojo. I got the car. Now I need the girl." Sam mumbled to Mojo. I just leaned against the door frame just watching Sam go to his computer checking his ebay account. "Zero bids. Great. Broke." I grin at Sam's misery, proves you right on trying to sell grandfather's stuff online Sam I thought. I watched Sam stick his pen in his mouth and paced around to Mojo. "Come on, Mojo. You want your pain pills?" Justin joined me just in time for Sam to wonder into his conjoining bathroom and checking himself in the mirror. I come into the room with Justin following me and we set ourselves on Sam's bed watching him mutter to himself "No premature. Good what's up. Nothing to you know, just driving my car. Driving my car." Sam then checked his breath and sprayed it with mouthspray.
"Hey Sam you should name your car. He needs a name you know. Every car owner and boat owner does." I suggusted laying myself on my back on Sam's bed with Justin following to behind me puting his head on my stomach and I brush some of his hair out of his eyes.
"You want me to name my car. And not everyone of them goes around giving their vehicals names. That's just way creepy." Sam replied sitting down in his chair opening Mojo's pain pills bottle "All right, I know you get wasted on these things, but if you piss on my bed again, you're sleeping outside. Okay?" Sam gives Mojo his pill who eats it right away "That's it for today. No more. Crackhead." Sam warns.
"So what do you suggust we name my car huh. Since you obviously seem excited to give me some suggestions. They better be good ones Kaylee. Because last time you picked a name was when we got Mojo and tried to decide on naming him. Seriously who suggests Unicorn." Sam warned giving me a 'you better say something good or I'll bitchslap you' look that made me more cautious about my style of chosen names.
"Fine. I was thinking we can name your car Bumblebee. Because of his black strips you know." I said looking at Sam cautiously not knowing if it was a good choice even though his nme is litterally Bumblebee.
"Yeah that's a good name." Sam agreed nodding to himself like he's trying to reassure himself that his little sister choosed a good name and got out of his chair walking out of the room. I nudge Justin who gets the hint and we both get up walking out of the room as well and down the stairs, Justin goes to the kitchen and I decide to go outside.
"Ron, this one is uneven," Mom called, shufflig the uneven paving stone with her foot.
"Yeah. Probably." Dad replied with a half assed reply.
"This oe is wobbly." Mom complained, shaking the wobbly stone.
"Yeah. I'll take care of that real soon." Dad said, tending to the grass.
"Couldn't we have hired a professional?" Mom suggested. Dad's to cheap to even hire a professional and like's doing his own thing even though he's sometimes horrible at them.
"Oh, Sam I-" Dad begun to say, but stopped having a stressed look come onto his face.
"What?" Sam asked, confused looking at Dad with questioning look.
"I do not like foorprints on my grass." Dad explained in exasperated. I sighd rolling my eyes. Here we go again.
"What foot... There's no footprints." Sam shifted his weight from foot to foot, to show that he wasn't making footprints in the rgrass.
"That's why I built my path. So why don't you go from my grass onto my path. Okay?" Dad explained, using his arms to motion to Sam to move from the grass. "It's family grass Dad." Sam stubbornly complained. "Well, when you own your own grass, you'll understand." I laughed at Dad's attempt on trying to win the argument he and Sam were having. Just like Dad to make everything frustrating I thought.
"This... I can't do it anymore," Sam sighed walking over to Mom. "What?" Mom ased laughing. "You're puting girl jewelry on a boy dog. He's got enough self-esteem issues as a Chihuahua, Mom."
"That's his bling." Mom replied making a cutesy noise. Sam just gave her this look that read: why are you doing this to me woman? and jogging over to Bumblebee. "I want you home at 11:00!" Mom called. "Yeah alright." Sam replied opening the door and getting into Bumblebee.
"11:00." Dad shoouted trying to make sure Sam heard.
"Please, for the love of God, drive safetly." Mom called worriedly. By that time Sam started up Bumblebee. "Seat belt on." Dad called for the last time as Sam pulls away leaving a thick black cloud of fumes coming out of the exhaust.
"Wow. You are so cheap." Mom commented to Dad looking at him with an unimpressed expression and a lifted eyebrow and a look into her eyes that said 'why must you be the cheap man I married'.
"Well, it's his first car. Supposed to be like that." Dad said chuckling, tending to the fountain and reminisced about his childhood that I'm probably sure was fuked up becuase I have to admit I think of us like that.