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CHAPTER 2

Summary: What happened in between Transformers 1 and 2? How did Sam and Mikaela get together? A Sam/Mikaela story.

Authors note: So I was made aware that in the book or the movie or something, it was shown how Sam and Mikaela got together... So... I'll still continue this one. I'm loving writing it. :D Thanks to those who left a review the last time. I really appreciate it. :) As you can see, I'm trying to develop a friendship between the two first but the tension's there... And it'll come out eventually.

From their conversation yesterday, Mikaela distinctively remembered Sam telling her he's picking her up at 7. It was already 10 minutes past 7 and Sam was nowhere to be seen. Deciding that instead of waiting for Sam and go to school late, she'd better start walking and that was what she did.

"Hey! Hey! Mikaela! Mikaela!" Sam's voice came from behind her. She turned around and once again, proved that Sam was indeed the strangest boy he has ever met. There was Sam, riding his bicycle and at the same time, lugging around another bike, struggling to keep his balance. "Wait up! Mikaela!"

When the out of breath boy finally reached her and presented the other bike to her, she finally asked what exactly he was up to. "What's this?"

"Bee's gone off to some trip with the other Autobots, an emergency or something," Sam explained. "So I'm a bit carless in the moment. But I didn't want you to think I wasn't saying the truth when I told you I'd drive you to school and back."

"So you brought a bike for me to ride? A pink one?"

"This is my Mom's bike," he explained. "Hence, the pinkness of it all."

"Are you sure it's not secretly yours?" she teased.

"Yes, actually, but let's just keep it between us, okay?"

"It's a good thing I decided to wear pants today," she took a hold of the handlebars and rode the pink bike. She placed her school bag on the basket in front of the handlebars. "Gosh, it's been years since I last rode a bike."

"So I'm guessing you know how to then?"

"Duh," she rolled her eyes as she rode away from him.

"Hey! Wait for me!" he called out after her.

He rode past her, standing up as he pedaled.

"Easy, Sam," she warned him. "Wouldn't want you to be laying on your back on the pavement just like last time."

"Hey, I got your attention with that, didn't I?" he grinned, as he continued on his act. He biked ahead of her and returned in a second, circling her and repeating the process all over again.

She tracked her with her eyes and muttered under her breath. "You certainly did."

"Hey, Mikaela," Andrea, a friend of hers, greeted. "Where have you been the last few days, girl. We only see you for lunch. You just disappear once the bell rings."

"Around," she simply said.

"We've seen you hanging around that Wilticky boy."

"It's Witwicky," she quickly corrected her. "He ran over my moped so he's driving me around."

"Well, with that hot car of his… I'd let him drive me around anywhere, too."

"It's not like that, Andrea," Mikaela rolled her eyes. She didn't want people assuming that she's just using Sam because of his car. She wasn't. Sam didn't even have Bumblebee today. "He's a friend."

"Yeah, right, friends," Andrea gave her a knowing look. "We don't go making friends with boys like them, Mikaela."

"What's wrong with Sam?" Mikaela raised her brow at her friend. "He's a good friend to hang with. He's funny and kind, and a gentleman."

"Oooh, looks like someone's falling for the dork," Andrea teased her. "Or are you just making Isabella run for her money?"

"Isabella?"

"Heard Isabella and the other cheerleaders are trying to get him next. You know what the football jocks and the cheerleaders do, you've been with them on some."

Mikaela knew exactly what the football jocks and cheerleaders did. They lure in a boy with the help of one of the cheerleaders and the next thing you know, the boy's right in the football poles, tied up, in nothing but their undies.

"Better warn your friend."

"I will," Mikaela nodded as she watched Andrea walk away. She was certainly not gonna let it happen to Sam. She looked at her watch and cursed. It was already 10 minutes past the bell and she told Sam she was going to meet him up front 5 minutes ago.

She made a quick dash to the entrance of the school. She scanned the front steps of the school and couldn't help but curse once again. The thing that she was trying to avoid to happen was about to happen. A foot or two away were Sam and Isabella, seemingly engaged in an awkward conversation with Sam looking like he was about to pee his pants in anxiousness.

"Sam!" she quickly called out.

"So you going anywhere tonight, Sam?" Isabella ran a finger seductively down Sam's chest.

"Well, umm," Sam stuttered, not getting a word out.

"Sam's helping me do something tonight, Isabella. He's unavailable," Mikaela yanked Sam away from Isabella as soon as she reached them. "Let's go, Sam."

"But…" Sam tried to go back to where Isabella was left with a furious look on her face.

"Sam," she glared at him.

"Fine, fine," he nodded his head and walked willingly with her. "What'd you do that for?"

"Trust me, Sam, Isabella's up to no good," she told him as she continued on leading him towards where they placed his bikes.

"What do you mean?"

"Do the names Earl Mathers, Mike McPherson, and Henry Porth ring any bells to you?"

"Erm, no, should they?" he asked, clearly clueless.

"Three words, Sam. Field. Pole. Naked."

"Oh," he caught his breath probably from disbelief as he realized that he was that close to getting the prank of his life. "And you think they were planning on doing that to me next?"

"Yeah," she nodded. She didn't want to be the bearer of the bad news. "I'm sorry, Sam."

"It's not your fault," he shook his head.

"It may be my fault, you know, Trent's part of the football team, he usually has a say on who to victimize next," she told him. The thought had crossed her mind. Trent wasn't really the greatest guy to mess with.

"So you think Trent's out to get me?"

"Not really," she shook her head. She didn't honestly know so she couldn't help but shrug. "Maybe?"

Sam didn't say anything else but it was clear that he was visibly put off a bit. Letting it go, Mikaela walked over to the pink bike which she parked early that morning on the bike racks and took it out from the rack.

"Nice bike, Banes, didn't peg you as the pink kinda-gal," Marco, a friend of Trent's, sarcastically commented as he stood a foot away from her and Sam.

"Jealous, Marco? You probably have one just like this at home, don't you?" she retorted and stood her ground, challenging him to make another comment. Marco paled in embarrassment from her comeback and with one last look, walked away without any other word.

"How do you do that?" Sam suddenly made his presence known.

"What?" she turned to him.

"Stand up to them like that," he asked. "I would have just made a funny retort and probably run away as fast as I could."

"Sam, you're a good guy. You don't have to stand up to them. You can always just walk away."

"But what if I don't want to be the good guy?"

"Then you're just one of them, Sam," she shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

"Do you think I should stand up to them?" he asked her with a serious look on his face.

"No, Sam, I wouldn't want you to be anything else than you," she told him with all honesty.

"How do you even know who I am," he muttered and his words barely reached her ear.

Mikaela looked at him. She might not have known him for a long time, only really knowing he existed that day when he gave her a ride home. And with the alien race battle that they were both in, she only probably knew him for a week or two. She might not have known him for a long time but that week was all she needed to know that Sam was a good guy. He looked past her shallowness and her juvenile record (and even had it erased) and she found a friend in him.

She let out a sigh and placed the bike back on the rack. She closed the space between them and pulled on the front of his shirt. He let out a yelp as she held him close firmly. "You listen, Sam Witwicky. I'm only going to say this once. You don't have to prove to anyone who you are. You are who you are. You're a good guy, Sam. And you stay that way, okay?"

Sam didn't say a word as he just stared at her and she gave his shirt another pull, pulling him into reality as well. He finally let out a nod. "Ye-yeah."

"Good," she let him go and gave his chest a pat. "Now that that's settled. Let's go. I bet your Momma's looking for this pink bike of hers."

She went back to the pink bicycle and took it out from the rack. "You coming?"

"Yeah," he nodded, getting his bike that was right next to hers.

Mikaela took the bike and rode it as soon as she got it into the sidewalk with Sam right behind her. Just like that morning, Sam tried to overtake her but this time, he didn't see the bump on the pavement that Mikaela just avoided.

"Sam!" she stopped on her tracks as soon as she saw him get thrown from his bike. But unlike the last time that he got thrown from his bike, he just landed on his butt but she knew it still hurt like hell.

"Shit," Sam groaned from his spot.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, yeah," he nodded as stood up slowly, wincing, and cleaning his pants. "I'm great. That felt great. Just needed to get your attention, I know that always does it."

He got back on the bike with a few more groans and they began to ride side by side again. After a block or two, she turned to him. "Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"You don't have to do bike stunts to get my attention. Next time, just call my name, okay?"

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