(Solar is asleep in the back of the car she is not in this chapter. :P)
(Sam's Pov)
Who's gonna drive you home, tonight?
"Hey, man, what's wrong with your radio?" Miles questions creeped out.
" I'm gonna drive her home tonight." I mutter.
"What? She's an evil jock concubine, man. Let her hitchhike." Miles comments.
"She lives 10 miles from here, okay? It's my only chance. You got to be understanding here, all right?" I counter.
"All right. We'll put her in the back. I'll be quiet." Miles shoots back
"Did you say, "Put her in the back"?" I snap.
" I called shotgun." Miles says this like he called dibs on MY car.
"I'm not putting her in the back. You got to get out of my car." I say
"That's a party foul." Miles says this like its actually a foul.
" What rules?" I question.
"Bros before hos." Miles answers.
"Miles, I'm begging you to get out of my car. Okay?" I say again.
"You can't do this to me." Miles says his mouth agape.
"You got to get out of my car right now." I repeat for a third time.
Who's gonna come around when you break?
"Mikaela! It's Sam. Witwicky. I hope I didn't get you stranded or anything. You sure? So, listen, I was wondering if I could ride you home. I mean, give you a ride home in my car, to your house. There you go." I stutter through my sentence.
"So..." I start.
"I can't believe that I'm here right now." She suddenly says.
"You can duck down if you want. I mean, it won't hurt my feelings." I say slightly hurt.
"Oh, no, no, no. I didn't mean here with you. I just meant here, like, in this situation, this same situation that I'm always in. 'Cause, I don't know, I guess I just have a weakness for hot guys, for tight abs and really big arms." Mikeala sighs.
"Big arms?, I repeat light a parrot, well, there's a couple new additions in the car. Like, I just put in that light there. And that disco ball. And so the light reflects off the disco ball." I try to think of something interesting to say
"Yeah, Are you new to school this year? It's your first year here?" Mikeala asks.
"Oh, no, no. We've been in the same school since first grade." I say
" Really?" Mikeala says surprised.
" Yeah. Yeah, a long time." I respond.
"Well, do we have any classes together?" She asks.
"Yeah, yeah." I say my mind partially some where else.
" Really? Which? Mikeala asks
"History. Language arts. Math. Science." I list the classes.
" Sam. Sam..." She starts.
"Yeah." I ask.
" Sam Wilkicky." Mikeala finally says.
" Witwicky." I correct.
"God, you know what? I'm so sorry. I just..." She rambles.
" No, it's cool." I say smoothly.
" I just didn't recognize you." She say apologetically.
"Yeah, well, I mean, that's understandable." I say.
Suddenly my car acts like it has a mind of its own. It drives to a romantic spot where we can see the sunset.
"No, no, no. No. Come on. Sorry, I'm just working out the kinks. You know, it's a new car." I try to explain.
When I get that feeling I want sexual healing
"This radio is, like, you know... It's an old radio, too, so... Sexual healing Look, this isn't something that I, you know... I can't get this radio to stop. Look, I wouldn't try this on you. 'Cause this is like a romantic thing that I'm not trying to do. Not that you're not worthy of trying something like this on. - No, of course not. - I'm a friend of yours. I'm not a romantic friend. Romantic friends do this. I mean, I'm not that friend. I mean, we... I could be." I rant.
"I feel good Just pop the hood." Mikeala says swiftly.
"Stupid. Shut up, shut up, shut up." I say kicking the peddles of my car.
"Whoa, nice headers, She compliments, you've got a high-rise double-pump carburetor. That's pretty impressive, Sam."
"Double-pump?" I question.
"It squirts the fuel in so you can go faster." Mikeala explains.
"I like to go faster." I sigh.
"And it looks like your distributor cap's a little loose." Mikeala says pushing down the distributor cap.
"Yeah? How'd you know that?" I ask.
"My dad. He was a real grease monkey. He taught me all about this. I could take it all apart, clean it, put it back together." Mikeala says
"That's weird. I just wouldn't peg you for mechanical." I say.
"Oh, my God. Well, you know, I don't really broadcast it. Guys don't like it when you know more about cars than they do. Especially not Trent. He hates it." Mikeala adds.
"Yeah, no, I'm cool with, you know, females working on my engine. I prefer it, actually." I say the first thing tat pops into my head.
" Okay. You want to fire it up for me?" She asks.
" Oh, yeah, yeah, no problem." I respond.
" Thanks." Mikeala says.
You know, I was thinking. You know, if Trent's such a jerk, why do you hang out with him?" I ask her.
"You know what? I'm just... I'm gonna walk. Good luck with your car." Mikeala sighs sadly.
"All right. Walking's healthy, right? Oh, God, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on, please. Please, you gotta work for me now. Don't let her walk away. Come on, come on, come on. Please, please." I am BEGGING my car right now.
Baby come back any kind of fool could see
"Hey!" I yell.
There was something in everything about you Baby come back you can blame it all on me
"Hey! Wait a second!" I call out.
I was wrong and I just can't live without you There it is.
"I had fun. So, you know, thanks for listening." Mikeala says happily
" Oh, yeah, yeah." I stutter.
" You... You think I'm shallow?" She asks.
"I think you're... No, no, no. I think there's a lot more than meets the eye with you." I stumble through my sentence.
"Okay." She says.
"Yeah." I respond.
"All right, I'll see you at school." She says.
"All right. That's stupid. That was a stupid line, there's more than meets the eye with you, stupid, I say to myself, Oh, God. Oh, my God. I love my car."
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I would like to thank all of the authors who gave me support and told me their stories. Thank you all of you.
Till All Are One, My friends
SolarFlare Prime