Snow in Tranquility was rare, so anytime even a little accumulated on the ground it was cause for celebration. Snow meant that Sam invited his best friend over, because even at seventeen the two were excited to play in it. Snowball fights and sledding were always a must, followed by some nice hot cocoa.
Sam and Miles rushed out of his front door after putting on some gloves. Sam went straight for his yard and bent down, gathering a handful of snow and starting to form it into a ball, but Miles stopped and just stared at something. When Sam looked up and followed Miles' gaze, he realized he was staring at Bumblebee.
"Dude," Miles glanced at him with a grin. "I dare you."
Sam didn't need Miles to say what he was thinking, because Sam had known as soon as Miles looked at Bumblebee like that. In Miles' defense, he had no idea Bumblebee was alive. He just saw Sam's beloved car out in the cold and a funny thought had struck him. Inside his head, Sam let loose a string of curses that would have impressed Ratchet, because he already knew he was going to let himself be goaded into doing it.
"That doesn't actually happen," Sam rolled his eyes.
Or at least he really hoped not. He thought back, and was pretty sure he had never heard of it happening before. He'd heard of the idea of it, sure, but actually happening? No.
Miles snorted, "Does too."
"Does not!" Sam tossed the partial snowball he had made and it missed completely.
"Chicken," Miles taunted.
And that was that. Sam could pretend he was going to do it because he didn't want his friend to find out about Bumblebee and didn't want to draw suspicion by refusing, but he knew himself better than that. He was being dared and his pride wouldn't let him back down, not when it was Miles doing the daring. He supposed he should just be happy Miles hadn't chosen a random pole or something. He at least knew where Bumblebee had been, and when he had last been washed.
Sam heaved a sigh, making it clear that he thought this whole thing was beneath him as he trudged over to Bumblebee. His poor guardian was just sitting there and pretending to be a normal car; he probably had no inkling as to why he had suddenly caught Miles' interest. Sam glanced over his shoulder to gauge how close Miles was, and while Miles had stepped closer he was still far enough that Sam felt it safe enough to whisper.
"Sorry, Bee." Sam apologized under his breath.
And then he stuck out his tongue, pressing it against the metal just above the passenger side window. Bumblebee didn't react at all, as perfect in his disguise as he always was, but Sam was internally screaming at himself. When he tried to pull his tongue back he couldn't. He tried again, pulling a little harder and even moving his head backwards, but he realized with horror that he was actually stuck. Miles began to laugh when Sam placed his hands on either side of the window and tried to detach himself that way.
"Miuhths!" Sam whined, but it was hard to talk when your tongue was attached to something.
"You're gonna rip out some taste buds if you force it like that," Miles warned.
That wasn't something Sam had considered, and he couldn't help but wince in pain at the very idea.
"MIUTHS!"
Something that sounded dangerously close to a cackle, "Give me a second and I'll get some hot water. It'll warm the metal and set you free."
Miles moved closer and Sam looked to the side just in time to see him take his phone out of his pocket. Sam swung an arm out blindly to try and smack at him, but Miles laughed and took a step back.
"Say cheese," Miles sing-songed.
"Fffuth 'ou!"
Miles smirked and got his picture, "Ah-ah, I would be nice! I could just leave you like that, after all."
"Ah HATH 'ou!" Sam tried for the phone again, but failed just as badly as last time.
Miles snickered and practically skipped back to Sam's house. Sam groaned and pressed his forehead to the cool metal of Bumblebee's hood. After a few seconds he could feel a slight tremble start to shake Bumblebee's frame, until it became so bad that he was practically vibrating on his shocks.
Bumblebee was laughing at him.
"Thuth upth!" Sam smacked ineffectually at Bumblebee's window.
Bumblebee just shook harder.
