Sooooo….."What the hell just happened?"- Never have such truer words have been spoken!
Thanks to Assassin of Oblivion, Faith Robin, Noella50881, and Joyfull scroll for your reviews. I was so excited I typed up the second chapter just for the four of you!
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Chapter Two
Reluctantly Sam re-opened the trunk for his best friend to gaze into. At first Miles stepped back in surprise, regaining his composure the blond teen stepped forward and dipped down into the trunk to timidly poke at the tarp covered shell. Sam smacked away the other boys hand with a frown.
"Miles don't poke the body."
"Dude, we gotta bury it." Miles said after a moment of silence, worriedly looking back at his house, as if his parents would burst through and accuse him of killing the doll.
Sam sighed and gently shut the trunk. He turned around and leaned against the end, Miles following his example. The two teens looked out at the other cookie-cutter houses that made up Miles neighborhood. A summer breeze with just a hint of a fall chill ran past the boys ruffling their hair and clothes. They continued to stand in companionary silence. Five cars passed by before either boy spoke.
"Where would we bury the body?" Sam asked, half of him not even wanting to bury it but the other half defiantly didn't want to keep it.
"Actually it's a doll with synthetic skin modeled after our own and placed on top of a base body with many electronic stimulus transmitters!" Miles corrected.
Miles Lancaster was what Sam called brilliantly stupid. He had never met another kid that could easily juggle mathematics equations at the speed of a calculator, but completely fail at social gatherings! Miles was frequently called names that won't be mentioned by just about the entire student body population. Obviously they were jealous of his friends brilliancy. It irked Sam that Miles quietly accepted his 'criticism' always walking way shaking his head with a smirk muttering 'everyone's a critic.' Miles one and only rebellion against his oppressive parents, was growing out his hair. He was the prodigal son in every other manner.
Sam turned and raised an eyebrow at his friend! "Miles?"
Miles coughed and ran a hand through his long blonde hair, "It's basically a robotic doll."
"Without eyes?" Sam asked, shaking his head at his friends shrug. "We still need to do something with it."
An elderly male neighbor called out a greeting, causing the two teens to jump. They smiled over at the man as he got in his car and drove off. Sam could have sworn he'd swallowed his heart in surprise. Miles looked just as startled, but quickly ventured off back to his thinking.
"Why don't we throw it in the junk yard?" Miles said.
Sam turned to look at his friend, cocking his head in thought before nodding in agreement. "Yeah let's do that."
"Ok man but I'll only help you if-."
"I drop you off at the lake to star gaze. Yeah, yeah I know." Sam said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Miles broke into a joyful smile and scrambled up his driveway and rushed into his tan one-story house. Sam chuckled at his friends antics but was too used to the other boy to even find it remotely strange, when he flew out of his house a telescope in hand, and a large comforter. They slid into his new car that Sam was beginning to wonder its former purpose of. With the windows rolled down the two boys cruised through the town of Tranquility headed towards the local dump heap, a radio station lightly playing in the background. Part of Sam felt uneasy that they were going to unceremoniously throw a life-size doll away that mirrored a human appearance. The other half really wanted that freaky doll out of his car. It reminded him of an anime he'd seen on passing. But instead of keeping the robotic doll called Chi he was planning to throw his away.
Hey pulled up in front of the junk yard and Sam's ears flushed pink in guilt. He wasn't sure why he felt guilty but he felt as if he'd stolen a friends toy and now planned to bury in in the sandbox. Shaking away the strange thought. He climbed out of this yellow Camero, miles following. The opened the trunk and just starred at the doll before looking to each other for reassurance.
"You sure about this?" Miles asked, biting his lip and looking out into the piles of junk. "You could keep it."
Sam hesitated, but quickly pushed that away. "No I don't want to keep an eyeless doll, much less a male doll."
Miles shrugged and together they retrieved the doll from the trunk, making sure it was still securely wrapped in the tarp. Sam held the thing under its arms and Miles gripped its ankles, it dipped between the two, making the hold awkward. From any other view point it looked like a body disposal. Grimly the pair of friends made their way into the lot. Sam kept them moving looking for the perfect place to lay the broken doll to rest. He didn't want to just throw it out; it did deserve a little respect. They moved a few yards in until they reached an open shed. Sam jerked his chin in direction of the building and Miles grinned in acknowledgement. Together they laid the doll on an empty shelf, in the dusty shed. The floor was covered in broken tools and dented metal, above the shelf a window permitted the suns light to shine through. Sam thought that the doll looked like a god on an altar, save for the missing eyes, then it just looked like a bad horror flick.
Miles wiped his hands off and quickly walked out of the shed. A deep feeling overcame the brown haired teen as he once again pushed back the tarp, but this time further. Surprisingly he found that the doll was wearing a single chain. On the chain, was a small cube shaped emblem. The small box was encrypted with strange symbols that glistened in the dusk sunlight. His fingers nimbly moved without his brains permission and he was unhooking the chain off the doll and shoving it into his pocket. He glanced once more at the doll before covering up its handsome face.
"I bet he's gorgeous with eyes." Sam muttered as he followed Miles out of the shed. He didn't glance back as they left the large and frankly smelly yard and its monster junk piles. Miles chatted happily about one of his resent finds, as Sam drove the boy to the lake and his favorite night sky scenery. He could feel the stolen necklace in his pocket and it felt as if it was burning a hole in his pants.
"Sam did you hear me?' Miles questioned, shaking his friend from his troubling thoughts.
Sam jerked but nodded. "Yeah!"
"No dude, clearly you didn't, I said that tonight is supposed to be a meteor shower." Miles exclaimed clutching his precious microscope, wrapped in a blue comforter, closer to his chest.
"Oh." Sam replied, not sure where Miles was going with his statement.
"Yeah, although from the rumors I've been read about this meteor-."
Truly Sam loved Miles like the brother he never had but the kid could babble on about his science research and frankly speaking Sam really had no interest in any of it. Briefly taking his eyes off the road at a stoplight Sam's eyes traced the strange symbol that was in the middle of the steering wheel. His first question was why Bobby had a car with a body in it, followed close behind on why the car sales man didn't know about the body? His dad must have known it wasn't really a real body because he never asked about it or brought it up again. Shaking his head of the turmoil in his head, Sam pulled into the Lake District.
"Dude its Mikaela!" Miles called out, pointing ahead where said girl stood with a group of other popular kids.
"Don't contaminate the lake fags!" Trent sneered as Sam slowly drove by.
The mindless posy that followed him laughed along. Mikaela was the only one that frowned. She locked eyes with Sam for half a second before turning to Trent, running a delicate hand alone his ripped bicep.
"Can I drive?" She purred, her eyes glancing towards his tricked out hummer!
Sam didn't get to hear Trent's response as they drove out of hearing but through his rear-view mirror he saw the jock motion towards the backseat! Cringing with laughter, Sam barely made out Mikaela's angry face as he turned the corner and drove farther into the park. The lush green that surrounded the lake gave off a tranquil air and was one of the reasons Tranquilly was named such. That and nothing ever happened. Nothing. Sam pulled up to a lookout free of trees, which gave Miles a wide, clear view of the sky. His friend gratefully fist-pumped him and scurried out to set up his telescope! Shaking his head and putting his car in reverse Sam headed back out of the park. He was shocked to see Mikaela walking on the side of the rode, heading back into town.
"Trent must have really pissed her off." He muttered.
Slowing down beside the brunette he gave her an appreciative glance over. "I want a ride, I mean d-do You want a ride?"
She shot him a glare, left over anger crackling in her dark eyes. "No!"
Her tone was sharp, but that didn't detour Sam, he continued to roll beside her as she walked head. "You know hitchhiking is the main cause of teenage kidnappings."
Mikaela paused; she gripped her purse righter before walking around the yellow car and slipping into the passenger seat. "I can't believe I'm here." She muttered.
Sam glanced behind him and then all around. "You can duck, I won't mind."
"No, no, no, no." She exclaimed. "I meant here in this situation, the same situation I'm always in. I just have a weakness for hot guys who all turn out to be douche bags in the end."
Sam nodded, not really understanding but trying to be comforting. "Why do you date them then?"
Her head whipped to the side and she just stared at him. Sam fidgeted, not used to any girl, much less an incredibly hot one, staring at him for any amount of time. "Are you gay?"
"W-What makes you think that?" Sam yelled in surprise.
"You're too nice to be straight." Mikaela replied win a shrug. "Are you new to school this year?"
Sam really wanted to slam his head against the steering wheel. "No I've been here since kindergarten."
She looked at him as if he'd just told her that Santa was actually a drunk who killed babies. "S-Sam? Right?" She said squinting.
He nodded "Yeah that's me!"
"You know what I'm sorry I didn't recognize you and-"
"No, no it's cool." Sam replied waving one of his hands around.
She smiled at him. "Do you want to be an explorer like your grandfather?" The girl asked remembering his class presentation.
"I just want a normal life. Traveling seems to make my family go crazy."
"I understand, you want to outlive the family legacy."
"Exactly! And you?"
She bit her lip in thought. "I like working with cars." She replied as if in a daze.
"You fix cars? That's weird. I didn't peg you for the mechanical type."
"Most guys don't want a girl working on their cars." Mikaela sneered, thinking of Trent.
"I like girls working on my cars in fact I prefer it." Sam jumped in.
Mikaela smirked at the boy's obvious display of affection. "Sure."
The sky had darkened as he drove the 10 miles down the road, turning where she instructed and stopped in fount of a small home in the rougher side of town. The front porch light was on and at the top of the stairs a large dog lay watching. Mikaela climbed out of the car, patting the hood.
"Thanks for the ride."
"Any time you need a ride just call me." Sam replied.
Mikaela looked back at her house before bending down and leaning in the open car window. "Do you think I'm shallow?"
"I think there's more to you than meets the eye." Sam responded after a moment's hesitation
Mikaela beamed over at him "I had fun, thanks for listening."
Sam nodded unable to form a coherent sentence as he watched her saunter up her stairs, giving the big dog a friendly pat and walked into her house. Sam stared straight ahead before slamming his head against his steering wheel.
"More to you than meets the eye? Stupid, that line was so stupid." He cursed as he drove away!
One of the shadows that fell from the nearby streetlights shifted. A pair of red eyes followed the yellow cars retreat. A white smile flashed in the night sky before disappearing into the darkness
Companionary- is also not a real word ( I KNOW), but I'm not changing it! YEAH Chobits!
Oh and I also don't own Transformers…why must I put a disclaimer?