Hey everybody! I had a bit of a late start on writing this tonight, its a long story. But long-story-short, my room will be used for a guest from Germany, so I've been moved from my regular computer :( Anyways, enjoy the next chapter and write a review!!!!

New Circumstances

As bad as Sam felt about his whole situation, he couldn't help but be cheered up by his car's actions. He had always felt so warm and cozy when he was around Bumblebee and that night was no exception. After changing into some dry pajamas he climbed into his bed, and just as he was pulling up the covers he remembered what he had dreamt of the last time he had been here, the whole moment when he saved Optimus Prime's life. It was interesting to think whether he'd even be able to remember anything if he hadn't had that dream. Funny how things work out that way.

But that thought led to his next one, as his mind continued its recollection of the night. His guilt was instantly returned when his mind zeroed in on Optimus Prime. He had left Optimus in the dark, with no clue why he had been rejected. "Damn it." He whispered to himself, "Why does everything have to be so complicated?" He could have at least explained what was happening, but he had suddenly got so mad at himself when he remembered how Bumblebee had reacted the first time. "Poor Optimus" he whispered, again to himself. But wait, that led to the next moment of the night. Bumblebee had come from behind him.

Behind him? Sam was now thinking that Bumblebee had seen him and Optimus, again. The car had picked up his sweatshirt. Did his car analyze his clothing and know that the sweatshirt was his? Or was he just following him and saw him drop it? How long had he been following him? That was one sneaky car, but Sam appreciated it. Mostly the gesture, not really the fact that he had his muddy sweatshirt back. Sam silenced his thoughts, unsuccessfully.

How could he keep a relationship with both of the Autobots? Bumblebee had always been there for him, but Optimus had been there as much as possible, probably less than Bumblebee only because Sam would rather drive a Camaro than a huge truck. It was impossible to just choose one and tell the other to take a hike. And he had just tried to cut himself off from both of them, which didn't work because he really did want them. What could he do?

"Sleep. That's what I can do." He said to himself in a little more than a whisper. This time he successfully repressed all of his thoughts and went to sleep. He would figure something out tomorrow.

When tomorrow did come, Sam smiled at the sun that had woken him up. Stretching and yawning, he rolled out of his bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. Sam completed his normal morning routine and walked out the door by around 10:30. Not bad for a kid his age. He had been thinking that he had to talk to Optimus and straighten things out, but he was pretty surprised at what he saw in his dive way.

Nothing. Sam's car was gone. "What the hell?" Sam said to himself, walking around on the pavement for no real reason. "Guess I'm gonna walk again…" he said, rolling his eyes, "Why do I even have a car? He just drives away anyways." It was getting hot already, and Sam was regretting his choice to walk to the overlook, which seemed like the only place his robot friends ever wanted to go. He chuckled at that thought, and kept walking, trying to keep under whatever shadows were on his way. "Jeez!" he said again, louder than he would have wanted, "I get soaked every time I go outside!" he wasn't really soaked but he was sweating a lot.

"Oh tell me about it!" a voice behind him replied to him. Sam was more than a little surprised and it was a little embarrassing. He hadn't really had much human contact since his breakup with Mikaela, and just then he realized how much he had missed talking to someone his own size. He turned around, making eye contact with the stranger, but maintaining his pace with a backwards walk.

"Oh sorry." He started, "I was just talking to myself." The man looked like he was in his early twenties and had dark brown hair, a little longer than Sam's. "No that's fine." The man smiled. "I know what you mean about the soaked part. It was pouring yesterday night." "Yes it was." Sam started to daydream about the night before. He thought those things only happened in the movies. But his dream was cut short by an outstretched hand.

"I'm sorry?" Sam stared at the guy, who raised a confused eyebrow before repeating, "I was just introducing myself. I'm Matt Sable."

"Oh!" Sam kept getting embarrassed. "I'm Sam Witwicky." Guessing that this wasn't going to be just a simple 'hello stranger its 3 o'clock' since he had introduced himself, he thought he might as well continue the conversation. "Where are you headed?" Matt seemed to think the question over. "I'm just going into town." He eventually arrived on something not so specific, "I gotta buy a few things. How about you?"

"My car drove off." Sam said without thinking, but the guy laughed. "Who took it?"

"Uhh my mom needed the car today." He thought his answer seemed viable, and that the conversation might end with that but the man kept on talking. "Bummer. I just felt like walking today. I might have taken my car if I'd have known it would be so hot."

The small-talk continued until Sam reached the road that he needed to turn at, "Well I gotta turn here." He said to Matt, who looked more disappointed than Sam thought he should have. "Hey, do you think I could get your number? You seem like a real fun guy." Sam was shocked, and he hoped it didn't show on his face, but it always did. "I uh, don't have anything to write it on."

"Ahh forget it." Sam was relieved that the guy backed down. Who did he think he was? They met two minutes ago! "You're listed in the phonebook right? Witwicky?" Damn it. He had given out his name.

"Yeah." Sam said without moving his mouth.

"See you around Sam!" the guy called back at him, already starting his walk in the opposite direction.

"Umm, see ya." Sam was going insane. Where did these people come from? Since when do you ask someone you meet on the sidewalk for their number, after talking to them for like five minutes? Yup. Sam was going insane.

After another ten minutes of walking, Sam was finally rounding the corner to the overlook, but he stopped when he heard the voices of the two Autobots that resided around here. "You don't trust him, that's why he…" Optimus Prime was cut off by Bumblebee, "Quiet," he whispered, "I think he's here."

Sam took that as an invitation and strode into view. "Hey guys!" he sounded a tad more cheerful than he had wanted, "What's with the gloomy faces?" Bumblebee, who realized that he had been making a face, immediately perked his up. Unfortunately for him, he perked it up way too much and it apparently looked ridiculous to Sam, who exploded in laughter.

"Its okay Bee," Sam said between laughs, "Just look natural." The robot positioned his face to suit what Sam thought of as natural, and looked at Optimus Prime, questioning with his eyes what to do about the curious boy standing in front of them.

"Why wasn't I invited to your little get together?" Sam was trying not to sound nosey or anything, but this was the first time he had seen them go talk without him. It kind of hurt his feelings, but not too much. From what he had heard he guessed he was the topic of their conversation, but he felt like prying.

"We didn't want to wake you Sam." Optimus said rather shortly. But he softened his tone, "You look rather sweaty." He was obviously trying to change the subject, and Sam didn't walk all the way out here for nothing. He was going to say what he had desperately wanted to since he remembered how badly he had treated his blue friend. "Hey listen Optimus, about last night…" But the big blue robot waved his enormous hand. "No need. Bumblebee has informed me of the entire situation and further explanation is not required." Sam didn't really know what to think.

"Oh." He said, "So what do we do now?" His answer was a yellow Camaro that up until recently had not been sitting in front of him. It seemed like it was the only thing to do, so he hopped in and they were off. He still thought that Optimus looked sad as he watched him through the rear view mirror, wondering why he hadn't told the robot himself how he had felt. But things were better this way right? Optimus would be better off without Sam screwing with his feelings.

Sam had sweat so much, and now that he was in the car with Bumblebee's air-conditioning, he was starting to feel very sticky. "Lets go home Bee, I need to take a shower." His reply was a Chris Daughtry song, "I'm goin home!"

"Not impressed Bee." Sam joked with his car as they pulled in his drive way. Sam had not taken two steps inside the house before the phone rang. He groaned and ran over to pick it up.

"Hello?" he asked into the phone, like it was required by law. He didn't initially recognize the voice, but it clicked soon enough.

"MATT!?"