Title: Best Friends
Fandom: Transformers
Pairings/Characters: Sam, Miles (female)
Word count: 541
Warnings: gender bending
AN: Next to last one for the Transformers!
Gazing at his friend as she tapped away on her computer, probably doing her homework, Sam smiled slightly and shook his head. When he had first met Miles, he had though that she had been a he, considering they had been 6 years old and his friend had a males name. When they had turned into teenagers, they had discovered just why she was named what she was, the story containing a trip, Miles grandmother and her parents very hippy past. It had been interesting at the time.
Shifting on his bed, Sam reaching out with one foot and poked his friends side, blue eyes turning to gaze at him in curiosity.
"What in the world is so interesting that you are ignoring not only the movie but also me?" he asked teasingly, getting a soft snicker from the dark blond female.
"It's for the history essay that's due next month, after Spring Break. I figure if I finish it sometime this week, I'll have the rest of the time to focus on everything else that needs to be done before our vacation," Miles said, continuing to tap at the keyboard, smiling at the laughter from her friend.
"Oh, I see, you're just using me for my wifi abilities," Sam teased, getting a quiet snort from Miles as she patted his foot.
"No, I'm not just using you for your wifi. I'm also using you as an editor and a way to get out of the house," Miles cooed, getting a moan from the other teenager. "You know that I love ya," she said, putting her laptop aside and crawling up to her friend, laying down so she could lay her head on Sams shoulder, his arm coming down to wrap around her waist.
"So what are you writing about?" Sam asked, stroking the curve of her hip. They weren't dating but they were kissing friends. After all, they were close and enjoyed the occasional extras that came with their relationship.
"I figured I'd do the history of the trips to the North Pole," Miles mused, shifting to look up at her friend with a smile. Sam bent slightly and kissed the tip of her nose, getting a cross eyed look and a low giggle from her.
"So, a compliment to my history report on my great-great grandfather, huh?" he teased, moving when a long finger jabbed at his side, a scowl on Miles face. "I know, I know, you're fascinated by the attempts, failures or achievements that they are, it doesn't matter."
"Precisely. Have you gotten any of your report done yet?" Miles asked, propping her head up onto one hand, the other plucking at Sams shirt.
"I've already got the first draft typed up. I just need to edit a few dozen times and add pictures to it," Sam admitted, blushing at the smug look on Miles face. "Yeah, yeah, bite me. I was sick for three days remember? I had time to write my various reports that are due and this includes my other three reports for English and American Arts," he drawled, miles sliding her hand under his shirt with teasing touches.
"You're such a good boy and deserve a reward," Miles cooed softly, eyes bright.
"What kind of reward are you talking about?" Sam asked, the sound of his zipper sliding down his answer to that question.