Disclaimer:
Transformers And Anything Related To Any Outside Sources In This Story Does Not Belong To Me. Everything Else However Belongs To Me.
Warning:
Involves Mentions Of Alien Communications, Bullying, Attempted Violence As Well As Accidental Robot Molesting
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"Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish."
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
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Sam stared at the dirty, scruffy Camaro on the parking space in front of her house. Next to her was freshly bought wax, car fluids, towels, tire gauges, new tires, a tool box and a bucket of water with car soap. Since her dad bought the car for her it was her job to get the banged up Camaro into shape. Thus her reason of spending the leftover allowance money she had to buy a car repair kit.
"Woof." Mojo barked from the side of the car. "Yes, Mojo. That's going to be a lot of work." Sam said, looking over the car. "Woof." Mojo raised his leg up near the Camaro's back tire. "No, Mojo! No!" Sam shouted. She ran from her spot near the car repair kit to grab Mojo and carry him to the fire hydrant near the car.
"Woof." Mojo replied from the hydrant. "Sometimes I don't know why I even bother anymore." Sam said, not happy. Mojo ended up leaving a trail of piss from the Camaro's tire to the fire hydrant. She eyed the mess with much revulsion. She then stared at the dirty and now smelly Camaro.
Sam sighed. "Well, no time like the present." Sam went to the car repair kit and grabbed the bucket of water with car soap and a towel. She then headed straight towards the Camaro, a determined glint in her eyes.
The Camaro shuddered as if it knew that something was going to happen. A distant part of Sam wondered if the Camaro was a haunted car. Mojo barked. Nah, Sam thought, it's probably just the engine rebooting again.
The Camaro shuddered again.
Sam sighed and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Mojo barked again. "Yes, Mojo, he is quite handsome," Sam said. She admired how the sun glinted from the freshly painted and waxed car.
The Camaro, under all that dirt and grime, was quite impressive for a 1970s model. The newly painted black stripes gave a 'cool' vibe from the car. The applied wax made it seem much more new and the satisfied purr from the engine ran smoothly. The Camaro, with a lot of repair and cleaning, was much improved from its former appearance.
The ringtone for "Worlds Collide" from the League of Legends rang out. Mojo barked like crazy and started to run around erratically. Sam sighed, "Why would Miles ever put that song as my ringtone for his calls when he knows that Mojo freaks out like that." She shook her head and pinched her nose not minding the smoke on her hand.
Mojo kept on barking. "Pick up the phone! And shut hime up!" Ron yelled from the living room watching football. "I will!" Sam shouted back. She walked toward her phone and turned it on while cleaning her hand and face with a towel.
"Miles, you're an ass." Sam said. "Ouch, that hurt. Right here. In the heart." Miles exaggerated. "But why am an ass?" Sam could practically see the eyebrow raise. "Two words: Ringtone. Mojo." Sam said, watching Mojo run into a garbage can. "You mean you still can't change it." Miles replied, amused.
Sam huffed. "Why did you call me?" Miles smiled. "Well, a little birdy told me that a party was happening at the Look Out. And I, as your best and only friend, thought that you n' me and your sweet ride could head out to have some fun." Sam wanted to ask who this little birdy was but realized she might not really want to know.
"So, basically, you want me as your glorified taxi driver to crash a party?" Sam rolled her eyes. "You make me sound like some kind of delinquent," Miles whined. "And why, pray tell, should I become you under paid chauffeur?" Sam asked, unimpressive with Miles attitude. And this is my best friend from diapers, Sam thought in disbelief.
Miles slyly smirked. "Well, I heard Trent's goanna be there. And, you know, it'll be the perfect time to show him up. In front of everyone. Show him whose boss an' all." Sam frowned. The thought of showing up Trent was appealing but then again Sam didn't exactly want to play pick-up. Soon, though, the thought of showing up the prick made Sam agree.
"Fine. I'll play butler for you. But only 'cause the thought of ruining the prick's day makes me happy," Sam told Miles. Miles smiled from the other side of the fan. I'll get to see Mikaela again, Miles thought excitedly. "'Kay. Pick me up at four o'clock. In front of my house," Miles said in reply.
The sound of a garbage can falling over was the last thing Miles heard before the conversation was cut off.
"Mojo!"
The Look Out was one of the most famous teenage hot spots in Tranquility. It was the place that many parties and dates were hosted. The Look Out was situated on a hill with a lake on the side and some trees all around. It was also the place that Sam and Miles were heading to.
"I still can't believe you finally got a car. Especially such a nice one," Miles exclaimed in disbelief. "Yeah, well I still can't believe I took your advice. Your track record for bad decisions should have convinced me not to take your advice," Sam told Miles, trying to focus on driving to the Look Out. "Hey! I'm not that bad," Miles told Sam. "The Fire Hydrant Incident," Sam declared. "That was one time!" Miles said waving his hands in the air.
Sam rolled her eyes, "Well, we're at ole' Look Out now. Still can't believe I listened to you." Sam and Miles both got out of the Camaro. While Sam leaned on the hood of the Camaro, Miles decided that he should lean on the tree next to Sam's car. "Come on, cheer up. Look now, Trent's coming. You could show him up with your new car," Miles said.
Miles was right. A blond teen was heading towards their direction with two other teens and a busty black haired chick. Sam was surprised to see Mikaela with Trent but then again they were dating so she should have expected it. Trent, Mikaela, and his cronies stopped in front of Sam and the tree that Miles was leaning on.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Witwacky and her dorky sidekick. What are you doing here? This is a no loser zone," Trent said, making his pose laugh and Mikaela frown a little. "Then why are you here Trent? I thought you said this was a no loser zone. It seems that someone here didn't get the memo. Not only are you a loser but your dumb too," Miles said, mocking Trent. Sam smirked in amusement at Miles remarks. Miles might have been an eccentric and hyperactive idiot but he was also sharp witted and highly intelligent.
Trent's eye twitched. "What did you say, loser!?" Trent yelled. He grabbed Miles by the collar of his shirt and shook him. Sam's eyed widen and she took a step forward determined to separate Trent from her best friend. However, Mikaela ended up separating Trent and Miles first.
"What the hell Mikaela!? Why'd you stop me from beating this loser!?"Trent yelled in anger. Miles got up from the floor he was pushed down on with some help from Sam. "He's not worth it Trent. We came here to party not have a fight. Plus, you promised me that I could take a round with your truck and I don't want a fight to ruin that," Mikaela tried to convince Trent. Trent snorted, "Listen, babe, I don't think I'm going to let you my trunk. It's my baby and I don't want you to scratch it."
"Wha . . . ? But you said you'll let me drive," Mikaela said, feeling upset that Trent was going back on his word. "Yeah, well, I changed my mind." Trent said. He turned around and left with his cronies seemingly forgetting about Sam and Miles who were there the whole time. Mikaela snarled, "What a jerk. Can't believe that I'm going out with that trash."
"Yeah, I can't believe you're going out with him either," Sam said wryly, reminding Mikaela that other people were still there. "What are you still doing here?" Mikaela asked. "Do you need a ride home?" Miles asked, ignoring Mikaela's question. Sam hissed, "Miles!" "Sam," Miles said calmly, staring at Sam. After a few minutes of staring Sam gave in and went to the doors of her car to open them.
"What are you doing?" Mikaela questioned suspiciously. "Well come on. We're going to drop you off at your house," Sam said while going into the driver's seat. Mikaela's eyes widen then narrowed and her lips twisted. "Why would you do that?" "Because a lovely lady such as your self does not deserve to walk to you home by yourself," Miles said dramatically from inside the Camaro. "Plus, Miles has a crush on you." Sam whispered under her breathe. Miles elbowed Sam in the stomach for that.
Mikaela eyed the Camaro with some suspicion then sighed. She walked toward the other side of the Camaro and went inside. "37906 Crystal Garden Ave." Mikaela said before staying silent for the rest of the ride. Miles eyed Mikaela for a bit before scooting closer to the middle of the Camaro and deciding to talk off Sam's ear about the newest Alien Conspiracy about an alien spaceship crashing in the forest in Idaho.
Sam soon pulled up in front of a one story gray house that looked a little worn down. "Here." Sam grunted while parking the car in front of Mikaela's house. Mikaela got out of the car and slowly walked toward her house before stopping and turning to face the Sam and Miles. "We'll see you sometime." Miles yelled to Mikaela. Mikaela hesitated for a minute before saying, "You're not that bad. Thanks for the ride." Sam stared at Mikaela for a bit before saying, "You're welcome."
Sam then drove off with Miles. "Did you hear that Sam. She said I'm not that bad." Miles said excitedly. Sam sighed. In the end I never got to show up Trent. Bummer, thought Sam. She didn't notice how the Camaro revved its engine a little bit or how the car speed up a bit faster.
Later that night, when everyone in the Witwicky family was in bed. The Camaro slowly started itself up. The noise of the Camaro woke up Sam, who was sleeping peacefully. "Wha . . . ? What's that noise?" Sam asked herself.
She got up from her bed and walked to the window were she saw her car pull out from the parking spot it was at. She woke up more fully seeing that. Sam immediately ran out from her room not carrying about the noise she was making. The noise woke Judy and Ron up.
"Wha . . . ? Sam . . . ? What is going on?" Judy asked still sleepy. "Someone is stealing my car! I'm going after it." Sam yelled while pulling her shoes on. "What . . . ? Sam, don't you dare-" the sound of a door slamming shut interrupted what Ron was going to say.
Once outside Sam immediately grabbed the first vehicle she saw, which was her mom's pink bicycle, and started chasing the Camaro. The Camaro was ignorant of the chase happening still more focused on finding a secure place to transmit his message to others of his kind. After a few twists and turn where Sam almost lost sight of her Camaro she finally spotted it stopping in a junk yard. She immediately pushed the bicycle away from her and tried to find a secure place to hide.
Sam tried to find out where she put her phone until she realized that she was still wearing her PJs and that she didn't bring her phone to call the police. Shit, Sam thought. A squealing noise sounded out from the middle of the junk yard where the Camaro was. Sam focused her attention there. What she saw next stunned her.
Her Camaro started dismantling and shifting making grinding and squealing noises until a huge metal giant was in place of her Camaro. Sam felt like she couldn't breathe. A single beep sounded from t-the thing (YOu kNoW WhAt IT is). Soon the giant's chest spilt apart and the metal being (TrAnSfOrMeR) grabbed something from its inside. It pulled out a glowing ball that floated a few feet from its hand.
The being then kneeled on the ground and placed the orb on the floor. It pressed something on the orb which made the orb open up and shoot something straight up in the sky. Sam moved a little from the spot she was in to see everything closer. Unfortunately, she pushed something and it fell on the ground with a clang. When Sam decided to look up to see if the giant noticed the sound her eyes met two glowing orbs. And she drowned in the color of blueblueblue.
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Worlds Collide . . . And I Meet An Alien
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Author's Note:
Well, Sam finally meets her Camaro's true form. You get a little more Miles-Sam interaction. You finally meet Mikaela face-to-face. There is an epic jerk vs. nerd showdown. And more of Sam molesting her Camaro, even though I didn't write that part. It was mostly implied. You also get the return of the Voice.
Also sorry for the late update but studying for finals takes up time. Plus, check out my Tumbler account autobot-seeker-stardust for more sneak peeks and more about my stories.
This chapter is called Worlds Collide because the ordinary (not really) world of Sam collides with the world of transformers, rather violently.