AN: I do not own Transformers, only my own plot that I inserted and my OC.

Chapter 2;

'Thoughts(talking to inner voice)'
Dream
'Flashback'
Inner voice – will be explained further on into the story.

As I walked out I was stopped by Trent. Sigh, save me now!
"What do you want Trent?" Can you smell that? 'Okay, now I'm confused.' His fear girl. You did just growl at him. Crap. I didn't! Oh shit!
"Just wondering if you're gonna come to the party later?" And he's trying to hide his fear.
"1, I don't know Trent. And 2, I have something to do first. By the way, what's it to you?" Use a bored tone, just use a bored tone.
"Just wondering sweetheart. See you later" Did he just hit on me?
"Trent, you have a girlfriend. So go hit on her not me." He is really starting to annoy me. Don't hit him, don't hit him.

By the time I've finished ranting to myself I realize that I'm standing by my locker. Combination 24, 26, 7, 18. Wow, is that all that's in my locker? An old jacket that I wear when it's cold, not often though, spare clothes and shoes and my sketchbook and a pack of sketching pencils. I grabbed the sketchbook and pencils and put them in my taupe off the shoulder bag and then closed my locker and made my way out of school and towards Ron's lovely racing green soft top.

"Storm, how'd it go?" Really Ron, that's the first thing you ask?
"Don't know I left so he could get his grade in peace. That and I had to go to my locker."
"Okay. Do you think he go an A Storm?" Curiosity could get you hurt Ron. I should know.
"Honestly, I don't know Ron. Let's just hope he did."
"Well, looks like we're going to find out soon. Here he comes." Ron I can see.
"Yes! Yes, yes." Well, that sounds promising.
"So?" Please answer Ron with an 'A' Sam. Please.
"A-. It's an A, though."
Wait, wait, wait. I can't see. It's an A." Yes, I have a new project.
"So I'm good?"
"You're good." Thank you Ron!

"I got a little surprise for you, son."

"What kind of..."
"Yeah, a little surprise." What?
"No. No, no, no, no. Dad! Oh, you got to be kidding me."

"See? Yeah. I am." You've got to be kidding me…

"You're not getting a Porsche."

"You think that's funny?" Actually yes, it's hilarious.

"Yeah, I think it's funny. And so does Storm."

"What's wrong with you? Both of you?"

"You think I'd really get you a Porsche for your first car?"

"I don't want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing." So you decide to glare at me Sam?

"Oh, come on. It's just a practical joke."

"It's not a funny joke."

Wow, this place looks like a dump. Ohh look at that sweet Camaro 1976 model. Custom paint job and sweet rims to.

"You ever see 40-Year-Old Virgin?" Wait what? What they talking about?

"Yeah." Ron?

"Okay, that's what this is. And this is 50-year-old virgin." Sam?

"Okay."
"You want me to live that life?" I can fix it up or are you forgetting this Sam?

"No sacrifice, no victory."

"Yeah, no victory. You know, I got it. The old WitWicky motto, Dad."

"Gentlemen. And lady." Thank you for noticing me.

"Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs." Rude.

"How can I help you?"

"Well, my son here, looking to buy his first car."

"You come to see me?" Wow, if he's touched by that then he must not get a lot of customers.

"I had to." Brutally honest Sam.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B."

"Sam."

"Sam, let me talk to you." 'Uncle Bobby B'?
"Ron, I'm gonna have a look around, see if I can find something." I whispered to Ron
"Okay good luck, shout if you need me or see something." After a nod to confirm that I heard him I left.

This is a sweet Camaro. I mean look at the sweet custom paint job, granted it's a little faded but I could fix it up in no time! Then why don't you yell for them? 'Because I want to check the interior and engine to see how much work it needs.' Okay but hurry up. I have a feeling that this car is – will – be important to us. 'Okay… I know I'm missing something but I can't be bothered to question you.' This is the car for Sammy. An American Muscle car should be good for a first car… HOLY SHIT! Look at the hot piece of engine; I don't care about the interior we are getting Sam this beaut!

"SAM! Get over here, I found one perfect for you!" Hehehe I startled them… Hehehe best thing I've done to them all day… Well besides getting him to flinch… No! Bad Storm don't say that. And I'm telling myself off.
"This ain't bad Storm." Aww I love being praised. It gets people in my good books "This one's got racing stripes." No shit Sammy. Note sarcasm and mental eye roll.

"Yeah, it's got racing... Yeah, what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car." Then why is it here?

"Feels good." Glad you agree Sam but did you need to murmur it?

"How much?" The killer question.

"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job..." Sigh, they are slick wheels…

"Yeah, but the paint's faded." Sam calm I can fix it… Jeez you'd think I'd get more credit.

"Yeah, but it's custom."

"It's custom faded?" Kill me please.

"Well, this is your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand." 'Cuse me I know cars. Why don't I say any of this?

"Five grand." THAT CHEAP!?

"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." And my hope just deflated after Ron said 'no'

"Kid, come on, get out. Get out the car." So now he's serious!

"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers." That makes no sense right now.

"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car." Sam reluctantly got out of the Camaro while I look at him longingly "Now, this one here for four Gs is a beaut." Couldn't care about that bug.

"There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there." No Ron, just no.

"No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes." Is this really the Sam I know? Wow, he grew up.

"This is a classic engine right here." Classic, really? "I sold a car the other day..." Okay, no way in hell is Sam strong enough to close one door and the opposite to swing open. Heck I can only just do that… 'This isn't a normal car is it?' I can't answer that myself right now. 'Okay, I'll just wait and see.'

"-Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!" I missed a convo. Oh well I'll survive.

"...greater than man..." Is that coming from the car?

"That one's my favourite, drove all the way from Alabammy." Couldn't care less. And does anyone else here that buzzing? And crap -
"Hit the deck!" as soon as this leaves my mouth they listen. Whoa, look at the cars. Windscreens, mirrors and lights shattered. All but one.

"$4,000." Glade we could agree on a price, not like you had a choice.

AN: Second chapter up! It's slow but getting there! Please review and if you have any ideas please let me know! Oh and fav and follow. It'll make me a happy little writer! XP