Drive
CHAPTER 4

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

Authors note: Sorry about taking so long to update. Busy with life and all that. Also, had to reformat my laptop and had to find my serial key number for my MS Office. Anyways... On to chapter 4... And THANKS for all those who left their thoughts and whatever last time! :D

Unlike the day before in which Sam partly dressed up and acted like a chauffeur, Sam was nowhere to be seen outside the yellow Camaro. Instead, as she approached the car, the door just popped open, probably opened by Bumblebee himself. She got inside the car and found Sam leaning on the stirring wheel, eyes closed.

"Hey, Sam," she greeted as she closed the door.

"Hey," he barely managed to speak out.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, noticing his pale face and the dark circles under his eyes. He was definitely not his usual cheerful self.

"Didn't get enough sleep," he grunted. He then opened his eyes and sat up straight, eyeing the backseat. "Hey, do you mind if I just go take a nap on the backseat on the way to school? Can you just sit here on the driver's seat?"

"Yeah sure," she shrugged. She watched him slide himself to the backseat, not even bothering to sit up but layed down as soon as he got there. She then slid into the driver's seat. "Can I drive?"

"Uh-huh," Sam mumbled as he covered his face with his jacket. "Drive slowly so I can get more sleep."

"What did you do last night, anyway?" she asked him as she started the car. It was her first time to actually drive Bumblebee and she was actually excited and nervous at the same time.

"Stuff," came his muffled reply from under his jacket.

Sam was…

"Bee!" Sam suddenly sat up, his jacket falling from his face, scowling at Bumblebee. "Shut it!"

This made Mikaela even more curious. "What exactly were you doing, Sam? I don't recall any homework or projects that we have."

"Stuff," he repeated his earlier reply but this time he was more firmer and he was glaring at Bumblebee's dashboard. "That's all I'm going to say and that's settled."

He went back down and once again covered his face with his jacket. She decided not to prod him anymore so he can get his much needed sleep.

Driving Bumblebee was like driving a regular car. But it was felt different. It was smoother and everything else that it probably felt like driving a million-dollar car (or an Autobot.)

"Bumblebee, I just want to say that you're the best car I've ever driven."

And you're the prettiest person that's ever driven me, Mikaela.

"Hey, I should be offended by that, you know," Sam's voice came from the backseat.

"I thought you were going to sleep, Sam?" she glanced backwards for a second.

"Well if you two would stop gossiping like girls, a boy could sleep in peace, you know," he replied.

"Go back to sleep, Sam."

"Stay quiet then," he muttered. "And drive slowly."

"How am I supposed to drive slowly in a car like this?"

"Step on the gas less," he said matter-of-factly.

She rolled her eyes but did just that. She tried her best to not step on the gas since it was highly tempting to test out just how fast Bumblebee could really go. But she stopped herself from doing knowing that if she did it, they'll probably be in school in less than 5 minutes. That would not be approved on by the law and of the sleeping passenger on the backseat.

Mikaela, are you doing something this afternoon? Sam and I planned on going to the cliff so I can do some stretching.

"Stretching?" she asked as she kept her eyes on the road, concentrating on going slow as Sam has asked her to do so. They were already close to campus despite her maximizing the lower speed limits.

There's no one to see me transform there.

"Oh," she nodded, finally getting what he meant. He wanted to stretch out meaning he wanted to transform and get a break from his usual car form. "And you want me to go with you two?"

It's a Friday night, as Sam said, and I think Sam needs the company.

"Oh, okay," she nodded. "I've got nothing better to do tonight, anyway. I can keep you guys company."

Thank you.

"Sure thing," she welcomed Bumblebee.

A few minutes later, she pulled into the parking spot that Sam usually parked when he was the one driving. She looked at his sleeping passenger and knew she needed to do what was needed to be done.

"Sam! Sam! Wake up!" she reached over to the back and nudged him by his knee. "We're here."

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Go ahead. I'll just stay here till bell."

"Bell's in 10 minutes," she reminded him as she looked at the digital clock on the dashboard. When he didn't move a muscle, she knew he was determined to do what he wanted to do. "Bee, can you make sure he wakes up in time for class?"

I'll make sure.

"Thanks."

With one last look at Sam on the backseat, she got out of the car and headed to the school building. Language Arts class was Mikaela's first class of the day, coincidentally, it was Sam's too. They never walked to class at the same time ever before since Mikaela's locker was on the other side of the building and she had to run by it before going to their classroom.

As soon as she got her needed books from her locker, she went straight to her Language Arts classroom. Her eyes trailed over to Sam's chair which was two rows in front of hers and found it empty. Sam always got to class before her since his locker was closer to their room. But the sleepy boy she came with that morning was nowhere to be seen.

Minutes passed and the teacher eventually entered the classroom and started calling out their names for attendance. Pretty soon, at the end of the list came the name of the boy who was most probably still asleep in his yellow Camaro.

"Mr. Witwicky! Does anyone know where Mr. Witwicky is this morning?"

"His car's in the parking lot," a boy from the row in front of hers tattled. Mikaela took note of the tattletale, silently cursing him.

"I guess Mr. Witwicky decided he's too special to grace us with his presence then?"

Mr. Huntington closed his list of students and proceeded with his lesson. After a minute or two, Mikaela raised her hand and caught her teacher's attention. "Mr. Huntington, can I get a hall pass. I just need to go to the girls' room for a few."

"Sure," Mr. Huntington barely nodded as she motioned for her to go do what she wants.

She went pass by the guy who tattled on Sam's car being on the parking lot and 'accidentally' hit him in the head with her elbow as she passed by.

"Ow," the boy gave her a glare.

"Sorry," she posed a fake smile. "Your big head got in my way."

After having her revenge, she quickly stepped out of the classroom, pulled out her cellphone from her pocket and dialed Sam's number. She couldn't help but bite her bottom lips with the anxiety she's feeling. It was a new feeling for her, strange, foreign. This was the first time she's ever even felt the concern towards someone else.

She cursed when he still didn't answer the phone after two attempts. Still not giving up on the phone call, she also decided to go to the car and see if he's still in there. As she passed by the hallway, she heard a distinct sound coming from the janitor's closet door.

"Sam?" she opened the door as slowly as she could, scared that it wouldn't be Sam that'll greet her. Her fears quickly left as she saw the boy she was looking for, sprawled against the wall, his backpack being cradled in his arms, fast asleep. "SAM!"

She quickly stalked over to him and stood right above him. He didn't show any signs of waking up or even acknowledging her presence. "Are you trying to get yourself detention or suspension?" She kicked his shoe. "Seriously?" She kicked again, this time harder. "Sleeping in a janitor's closet?"

"I had no place to sleep!" he finally uttered out of annoyance, pulling his foot away from hers.

"So a janitor's closet was your best choice?"

"Bee kicked me out! I mean, literally threw me out," he told her. She imagined the scene, Bumblebee opening his door and probably raising the backseats until Sam got annoyed and finally threw himself out of the persistent car.

"Get up, Sam. Mr. Huntington's hunting you down," she told him, remembering her true reason of finding him.

"Fine, fine," he muttered but did not make an attempt to move.

"Now, Sam," she told him sternly.

"I'm up, I'm up," he stood up slowly.

"Now let me go inside the classroom first," she told him as she took his hand and dragged him out of the janitor's closet. She was thankful that no one was there to see them come out of the closet, no one to tattle on them, no questions to be asked. "You can follow me after a minute or two. Make something up for being late."

Sam nodded and she let go of his hand to enter the classroom. By the time she sat down on her seat, the classroom door opened and Sam came in.

"Mr. Witwicky, nice of you to join us," Mr. Huntington greeted. "Would you like to enlighten us on why you're late for my class?"

"Umm, I was-" Sam stammered. "I was…"

"You were what? We're waiting Mr. Witwicky. And don't give me the 'I went to the wrong classroom' excuse. We're already way pass the start of the school year, Mr. Witwicky."

Mikaela held her breath as she waited for Sam to give his excuse, praying that it'll be a good one that their teacher would buy.

"All I can say is, Mr. Huntington, do not even go close to the 2nd stall of the boy's bathroom," Sam said in a serious tone.

Everyone in the classroom erupted in laughter as Mikaela could only roll her eyes.

"What would you have done if Mr. Huntington did go to the boy's bathroom to confirm your little excuse?" she asked Sam later that afternoon as he drove Bumblebee towards the cliff.

"He wouldn't do that," Sam told her as if he was sure of it.

"How would you know?"

"No one in their right mind would go sniff a toilet bowl, Mikaela. I mean, would you?"

"Gross," she grimaced at the thought.

"See?"

"But I'm a girl," she defended.

"No," he shook his head. "You're human."

"How do you know these stuff?"

"I was born to make-up excuses, Mikaela, I've been getting out of PE classes since I knew I could," he said.

"PE? You get out of PE? PE's like the next best subject to lunch time," she told him. Her eyes couldn't help but trail down to his frame, noting that there was a reason why Sam wasn't as built as others would be.

"I don't like the communal showers," he simply said with a shrug.

"Oh, so you don't want to flail around your family jewel's so you lie your ass out?"

"Hey! Leave my family jewels out of this!"

"You were the one who said you didn't like the communal showers, that's the only reason I can think of why you hate it," she shrugged and then she finally couldn't help but giggle at the thought of Sam being shy about his family jewels.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, turning away from him to hide her smile. She sneaked a glance at him and she knew that he has dropped the conversation. They drove in silence until Sam finally announced that they were at the cliff.

"Hey, grab your bags," he reminded her as they both got out. "Wouldn't want Bee to crush em'."

She nodded and grabbed her bag like he grabbed his. They both walked away from Bumblebee and watched as he transformed to his robot form. Mikaela still didn't believe that the yellow Camaro was a robot no matter how many times she has seen him transform. It was still as awesome as the first time she saw him do it.

Finally.

"Have fun, big guy," Sam looked up at Bumblebee and gave him a thumbs up. Bumblebee did a few jumps, showing his excitement, and once he was done, he propped himself down and gazed out the cliff.

"He seems to be enjoying himself," she looked at Sam.

"He just wants to have some downtime. Hey, you want to play catch?" Sam asked as he pulled a football from the duffel bag he was holding.

"You sure? I've got a mean throw," she teased him. "And I heard what happened to you on last year's try-outs."

"I told you that was a fake try-out," he said as he threw his bag down on the ground.

"You think that'll ever pass out as a believable story?" she couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Seriously, Sam?"

"Yeah, yeah," he waved her off with a hand. "Now why don't you show me that mean throw of yours, eh? That'll never pass out as a believable story unless you show me, you know."

"Well, be ready to be squashed, little man," she gave him an evil smile, placed her bag on right next to his, and walked out farther for their game of catch.

"Who're you calling small, huh? I'm way taller than you, Mikaela," he shook his head in disbelief as he twirled the football in his hands. "You ready?"

"Throw it here," she said. He lightly threw the ball towards her and she caught it without sweat. "You've got a girly throw, Sammy boy."

"Now show us that mean throw, Mikaela!" he told her.

Mikaela was a big fat liar. She didn't know how to throw a football. She just watched Trent do it a couple of hundred times but not once did she even attempt to throw one. She took in a deep breath and held the ball with one hand and pulled it back. She threw the ball towards Sam and it landed a foot away from where she was standing. She gave Sam a sheepish smile and a shrug. "Ooops. I guess I lied."

"Seriously? Mean throw, Mikaela? Are you kidding me? Mojo could throw farther than that!"

"What! I lied, Sam. But I wasn't lying when I said you had a girly throw!" she giggled.

"I do not have a girly throw, Mikaela. Take it back," Sam took a step towards her, ready to charge. "Take it back now, Mikaela."

"No, Sam, I won't take it back," she also took a step back, knowing she needed to run if he started to run after her.

"I'm warning you. Take it back now or suffer the consequences," he warned her.

"No!"

As soon as the word came out of her mouth, Sam charged. She let out a squeak and started to run away from him as fast as she could. "Bumblebee, help me!" She glanced back at the robot who just shrugged and continued to enjoy the view from the cliff.

"You're gonna get it, Mikaela!" Sam called out after her. He was getting dangerously close and she was having a hard time running with the rocky path and the pumps she was wearing. The inevitable soon became just that when Sam finally caught up with her by grabbing her by the waist. "Gotcha!"

"Sam, let me go! Sam!" she laughed and tried to pry herself away from his grip but his grip was solid.

"You gonna take it back?" he asked.

"No!" she shook her head, all the while laughing.

Sam didn't say anything else as he turned her around to face him. They were now nose to nose and no one said a word. Her urge to laugh was gone as she matched Sam's serious face and eyes which were currently looking at her intently.

"Go out with me, Mikaela," Sam suddenly said.

"What?" she suddenly found it difficult to breath as Sam's brown eyes drilled into hers.

"Go out with me," he repeated.

"Sam… I thought we were friends?"

Has it ever crossed your mind
When we're hanging, spending time, girl?
Are we just friends? Is there more? Is there more?

The lines from a song came from Bumblebee's radio. It was either Sam and Bumblebee planned this or Bumblebee was just helping Sam out. Either way, Sam let her get the message that he was thinking the same thing as Bumblebee was.

"Sam…"

"Mikaela…" he echoed her utterance of his name with hers. "Just say yes."

It has, indeed, crossed her mind. And she knew there was something more. There was definitely something more there.

"Yes," she softly said.

"Was that a yes?" he confirmed.

"Yes, Sam, I'll go out with you," she spoke a little louder this time.

Hallelujah!

"Bee!" Sam turned to give his car a scowl. "Can't you at least be a bit subtle?"

You've been practicing since yesterday, Sam. I'm just glad you finally did it.

"You've been practicing?" she gave him a teasing smile.

"What? No!" he denied guiltily, his grip on her waist becoming tighter.

That was what was kept him up all night last night.

"Awww, that was sweet of you, Sam."

I like Mikaela, Bee. Like her, like her. Do you know what I mean? She's special. She's something else, Bee.

Sam's eyes went wide in horror as he heard his own voice coming from Bumblebee's radio. "What? What? You record stuff I say? Seriously, Bee?"

"Special, huh?" she couldn't help but tease Sam at his description of her.

"Of course you're special, Mikaela," he said without even letting a heartbeat pass, his brown eyes with such seriousness in them that Mikaela knew he was speaking from what he believed was true. She couldn't help but think how the smile that just adorned her face was one of the first few smiles in her life that she didn't have to think twice of to make.

Song's Crush by David Archuleta (I heard it on the radio and I just thought the song would be perfect for Sam and Mikaela. LOL.) Anyways... I know some of you wanted them to take their time... But c'mon, they're too cute together I don't want to keep them apart any longer. Ha-ha. Besides, they'll still be more of the funny and the cute stuff, I promise. :D Now let me know what you think? :) Thanks!