Samantha was in her room trying to decide if going to the lake party was such a good idea. Her Chihuahua, Mona, laid on her bed just watching her owner fix herself up. Samantha fixed her hair, but decided to leave it down. She painted her nails, but decided to get rid of the color.

She put some fruity perfume on, but decided to drown it out with a lesser scent, which only resulted in the mix of the two, smelling eve more fruity. She sighed and looked around her room with all these posters of guys she thought were the best! Zach Efron, Orlando Bloom, Chad Michael Murry, Johnny Deep, Chris Brown, and even . . . the Jonas Brothers. She later looked out her window to see her punch bug still there. She turned and grabbed her keys, but before she did she took out some pills for Mona to help with her pregnancy.

"Here you go Mona, but if you give birth on my bed you're sleeping outside," warned Samantha knowing she was due any day.

And so Samantha went outside to go to her car when she noticed her parents outside working on the lawn. She walked out on the pavement they had just put it, and still were, to get to her car when her mother sighed and rolled her eyes saying—

"Samantha Janet Witwicky! How many times have I told you to stay OFF the pavement when me and your father are fixing it?"

"First time mom, first time," sighed Samantha as she walked off the pavement and went on the grass getting her new high heels all grassy thanks to the early watering. "Man!"

"Watch your language Missy," warned Jude to his daughter.

"Dad . . . just be quiet," sighed Samantha as she got in her car and drove away.

Just as she had the car let out a burst of smoke causing her parents to choke.

"My word Ruth," coughed Jude. "Couldn't you have gotten her a newer one?"

"Yea . . . I could've," sighed Ruth now realizing the pollution that thing could put in the air.

Samantha, before heading to the lake, picked up her best friend Miley who didn't much like her new 'ride'. She thought it was ugly and dumb which ended up making the car emit these strange noises and groans all the way to the lake. Samantha just said the car had feelings, unaware it actually did. Miley was quiet the whole way there after she said that.

Once they got to the lake Samantha put it in park and immediately her eyes went to once joke she's known since kindergarten, Michael Banes. He was muscular, since playing on the football team and being it's star, and his hair was almost dark enough to be called black. He was quite tanned from being out in the sun for so long which made him more eye-pleasing. Samantha's had a big crush on him for the longest time, but his obnoxious girlfriend Trixy always took him away from the wallflowers.

Once Samantha put her car in park everyone noticed. It was like a peice of rock in diamands. Samantha always seemed to be attracting the wrong attention. This was one of them.

"Oh look, here comes that nerd Samantha," sneered Trixy seeing her come up with her friend and ugly car.

"Hey Trixy!" called Michael from afar. "CATCH!"

At that Trixy wasn't looking or listening, like usual and so was hit in the head with a football falling completely to the ground. Michael ran up to her and helped her up asking-

"You okay babe?"

"Yea, I'm fine, I'm fine," she said fixing her hair and posture.

All then turned and looked as Samantha got out with Miley and walked up to them.

"Ugh, what is she doing here?" scoffed Trixy. "Like, cool people only."

"It's a public park," said Samantha.

Soon enough Miley began doing some relief exercises and in yoga. All looked at her with sideways looks. Samantha closed her eyes and for the third time that day wished she wasn't her best friend.

"What . . . what is she doing?" asked Trixy.

"I don't know myself," said Samantha.

"Well . . . make her stop," she said.

"Miley, MILEY!!" whispered Samantha to her. "STOP!"

Miley opened her eyes and smiled seeing the boys look at her. She then turned to Samantha and said-

"Did you see all the boys looking at me?"

"Yea, and Trixy and her gang!" said Samantha.

"Hey . . . weren't you the girl who tried out for cheer leading that one year?" asked Trixy trying to remember.

FLASHBACK

Samantha jumped down waiting for the other cheerleaders to catch her not expecting them splitting like the Red sea. This caused her to break her tail bone and the coach came up to her helping her up and saying-

"Come on, let's go call your dad."

END FLASHBACK

"Oh--me?" said Samantha. "Oh that wasn't a try-out. That was just research for my book."

"Oh yea . . . about how you broke you a--?" giggled Trixy and her friends.

"Oh actually it's about how cheerleaders end up sagging in their twenties because of all those tosses and stretches. You'd like it, it's a little beauty secret," said Samantha.

"UGH! You little bi--!" started Trixy ready to claw Samantha's face off, but Michael stepped in front of her and spoke.

"Trixy stop, you wouldn't want to ruin your new nails would you?" he asked.

"Huh, you're right," she said frantically checking if her nails were still in tack.

"Let's just go," he said walking over to her corvette. "I get to drive!"

"Um, sweetheart," said Trixy coming up to him before he got in the driver's seat. "No, we talked about this. You can't drive. My car, I drive."

"Why can't you trust me Trixy?" asked Michael wanting to drive it . . . even if it was pink.

"Um . . . you've probably been hit in the head by footballs too many times to even know a thing or two about driving," said Trixy.

"Actually, that was you," said Michael.

"Oh whatever, just hope in the back 'cause I'm going to be picking up some more girlfriends and then we're heading off to the mall to go shopping. Don't you want to go shopping?" asked Trixy.

"I'm a guy Trixy, why can't you just drop me off at the skate park like usual or my dad's?" he asked.

"Because it'd be FUN!" she said with a smile.

"You know what Trixy," said Michael getting aggravated with her. "Sometimes you're just so . . . BLONDE!!"

At that he turned and walked off. Trixy just curled a peice of her hair with her finger and shouted after him.

"'Kay, Call me!!"

At that Samantha's car started playing 'Girlfriend'

'Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend. No way, no way, I think you need a new one.'

"Samantha . . ." started Miley finding Samantha's car 'possessed'.

Samantha then realized and saw her opportunity and so turned to Miley who was ready to go and said-

"Miley this may be my only chance. You have to get out!"

"What why?" she asked.

"It's Michael Banes!" she said.

"So, just toss him in the back," she said.

"HUH! I can't do that!" gasped Samantha. "You know how scandalous that is?"

"So," said Miley.

"Just get out!!" shouted Samantha ready to rip her friend out.

"Okay, okay," said Miley getting out. "Sheesh."

And so Samantha drove after Michael and it took most of her nerve just to ask him if he wanted a ride.

"Hey Michael would you like to ride in me, I mean could I ride you . . . no can I give you a ride home?" by then Samantha was as red as the devil himself.

"Why?" asked Michael still walking.

"You don't want your brain to cook do you?" asked Samantha.

"No, not really," he said bowing his head. "But why would I ride from a girl?"

"Well . . . you ride with Trixy," said Samantha.

" . . . good point," said Michael shaking his head. "Alright."

And so at that Michael took hold of the door and readied to jump in through the window like he always did to every car he rode in. Trixy hated it, but it was just a habit. One thing he underestimated was how small an 80's punch bug window was and how small they were in length. So this wound up in Michael hitting himself straight on his forehead.

"Oh my gosh!" cried Samantha covering her mouth and letting go of the steering wheel for just a short moment to help him in. "Are you okay?!"

"Yea, yea," said Michael holding his head knowing that was gonna show in a couple of hours and become a bruise. "I've had better wip-outs at that skate park."

Just as he said that Samantha's car took off. It just sped off without her even knowing it was capable of doing something like that. She gasped and placed her hands back on the steering wheel to try and gain some control, but all it did was end up stopping over a look out of the valley.

"What's wrong with your car?" asked Michael as, all of the sudden, the radio began to play all these different songs such as 'Kiss Me', 'I'll Make Love To You', even songs like 'Yeah', and 'Low'.

"I . . . I don't know," cried Samantha never before being so embarrassed as she tried to shut the radio off. "Stop, STOP!!"

"Let me check the hood," said Michael being caution of the door as he got out.

As soon as he managed to bang the door to get out it recoiled hitting him right in the nose. Apparently this car wanted to be treated a bit more gentle.

"Are you okay?" asked Samantha still trying to stop the radio.

"I think I broke my nose," said Michael holding his nose as he got out and slammed the door hard.

As he did that though it recoiled again and hit him in the shin. Samantha had enough and so unbuckled and came to him asking if he was alright as she helped him stand.

"Let me help you," she said holding his back and chest never imagining she would ever be able to touch him like this.

"Thanks," he said hoping over to the hood.

Once he opened it to find the engine all messed up he found there was nothing there.

"Ha! Well there's your problem!" said Michael pointing. "You have no engine!"

"Um . . . Michael," sighed Samantha. "The engine's in the trunk remember?"

"Oh . . . right," said Michael hoping over to the backside of the car.

Once he opened it his eyes popped wide open and so did his mouth.

"WHOA!!" he gasped. "Sweet engine!"

"Really?" asked Samantha coming over and looking at the high tech engine. "I never knew. How'd you know it was good?"

"My mom . . . was a real grease monkey. Turned my dad on so they married, nine months later and here I am. She sorta taught me everything she knew," said Michael sniffing.

"Huh, I would have never guessed you could be good on-" started Samantha.

"What?" asked Michael.

"Nuh . . . never mind," said Samantha turning her head and liping 'Oh my gosh!' at that sight of his bronze muscles bulging out of his shirt as he tightened some loose caps.

After he was done Michael sighed and said-

"That should do it, well I'm just gonna walk from here. My house is only 5 miles away."

"Okay," sighed Samantha just enjoying watching him leave and walk.

Just as soon as he past by Samantha's car the door flung open and knocked him to the ground.

"Oh my god!" he cried in pain. "I think my knee just came out of socket!! . . . I don't think I can walk!!"

Samantha just looked up into the heavens and lipped a 'Thank-you' to God above that she could drive him home. And so she helped him in and drove him home. She had to help him up to his house and he just shook his head and said-

"Thanks."

But before he left he turned to her and asked-

"Samantha . . ."

"Yes?" she asked turning to him with love filled in her eyes.

"Do you think I'm just another dumb jock?" he asked.

"Oh no," scoffed Samantha. "I think there's more to you than . . . meets the eye."

"Hm . . . I have no idea what that means, but I guess it's good," said Michael entering his house.

And so Samantha entered her car and readied to leave. She sighed and said-

"Neither do I . . . Oh well, thank-you car you're the BEST!"

At that she drove off wondering if she'd ever see Michael again . . . or if he ever recovers from his injuries her car inflicted upon him.

Hot Shot's girl: I told you it was ridiculous XP Till next chp bye :D