Ironhide, Want To Go Camping?

Chapter Three


Awkward didn't even begin to describe the silence. I was not only stuck riding in the Autobots grumpiest, most trigger-happy mech but also with my former best friend that currently hates my guts and has no idea that he is riding in a sentient alien robot.

I nearly cringed when Miles leaned back and put his feet on the dash.

"So do you wanna tell me why you ditched our nine year friendship for the evil jock concubine?"

"Miles, Mikaela is not an evil jock concubine and its not like I've been purposefully ignoring you. You know I got injured in that terrorist attack in Mission City—and things changed…really, really changed."

"Yeah, well that totally no reason to bail out on me—Dude I have had no one to play playstation with for three months and I was forced to watch Momma Mia with my mother, and then to top it off you didn't even come for our annual 'chase the train' day."

I nearly groaned out loud, 'chase the train' day was Miles version of Trent and the jocks 'jump the train' tradition but it involved running after the train rather then jumping on it and riding it. It was also something I never wanted Bee or Mikaela to hear about. I didn't think they find it anything except lame or extremely hilarious…I hoped Ironhide wasn't listening into our conversation too deeply.

"Okay, Miles I'm sorry I didn't come to chase the train day and that we haven't had time to hang out…but hey, were both stuck on this stupid trip together so we can hang out."

He just snorted and went back to looking out the window while I focused on pretending to drive. Things were definitely not good between us. I hadn't realized how upset he was. I knew I should have made more of an effort to stay friends but with learning about the Autobots, recovering from all the bruises and scrapes from Mission City, finding ways to keep the hottest girl in the school interested, and passing all my classes to keep my parents happy I really hadn't had the time.

….

….

"Sam"

"Yeah."

"Do you think you could turn the radio on?"

"Oh yeah, well let's see."

I pushed random buttons on the dash hoping Ironhide would be in a good mood and pick up a radio station for me. After a second, a song came on and I went back to pretending to drive.

"Dude, country music?"

"What it's fitting—were out in the boondocks—its, you know, giving us a…authentic feel."

He looked at me like I was nuts before smacking the button on the radio panel. The roar of the engine increase for a second; the music quickly changed-to rap music.

"Oh yeah, Miles, you're right this music is so much better."

"Shut up, Sam."

He hit the radio control buttons again; though I was glad to see he used less force then before. I winced as Ironhide starting playing some loud and screechy hardcore rock 'n roll band.

I quickly hit the button that would have turned off the radio in a normal car hoping Ironhide would be willing to stop his torture of us. I breathed a sigh of relief as silence filled the cab.

"Let's like there's no good radio stations out here." I quickly lied.

"Guess we're just lucky like that."

"Yup...hey, you remember that time you bought that lucky rabbit foot and you were convinced it was going to turn things around for us so you signed both of us up for football tryouts."

He started laughed "Oh man, you got totally slammed by Trent."

"Yeah, I seem to remember you running into a goal post." I quipped back.

"Good times, man, good times."