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"Ronnie!" Judy called up the stairs.
"Yah mama?!" coming down the stairs, flip-flops clipping on the wooden stairs. It was a warm summer day and the teen dressed accordingly, light jean shorts, white off the shoulder t-shirt that belonged to Mick and a bikini, black and white checkered with bright red trimming. Glasses on her face, she pulled her hair up into a curled mess. When she reached the ground floor, standing in the living room was a surprise. "...SAMMY!" and tackled the brunette male.
Samuel James Witwicky laughed loudly, catching his baby sister. "Hey Saffy!" and spun them.
"What are you doing here?" stepping back, she fisted her hips.
"Aren't I allowed to come see my baby sister?" he asked, innocently.
"Without mama baggering you...nah." Judy shot her a severe look, to which she grinned cheekily. "You just wanna check out my car." she snorted, waving him off then turned to their smiling parents. "I'm heading to the lake with Mick. Sammy's tagging along."
"I am?' he asked from behind.
"Go borrow some of daddy's swimming trunks." she jabbed a finger toward the stairs. Sam grumbled about being bossed around by his three year younger sister but did as she said. Turning back to Judy and Ron, she hopped the couch to sit beside them. "We'll probably stop for a late lunch or early dinner."
"So don't wait up?" Ron cocked a brow.
"Hmmm mmmm." she nodded with a hum. "Think of this as a "Ron and Judy" night."
"Hm, it has been a while since it was just the two of us." Judy hummed in thought, smiling as she leaned against Ron. "And I have a little number-"
"Mama/mom/Judy!" father, son-who came back downstairs at that very moment-and daughter cried. "You don't talk about that sort of thing in front of them." Ron told her, as Saffron and Sam gaged and repeatedly said 'ewwwwww!' in the background.
"They're adults, or almost adults Ron." the reddish-brown haired woman rolled her eyes. "If they haven't heard this sort of talk already-"
The Witwicky children zoned out, for their own sanity. "As scarring as 'The Talk'." Sam shuddered, remembering that fateful night.
"Quick, let's get out of here as they're distracted." both nodded and skid from the room, escaping toward the backdoor. "Be home later, love ya!" Saffron called back, shutting the door before either could respond. They skirted toward the mustang in the driveway.
"That's your car?!" Sam gawked at it.
"Yuppers. Hot, huh? Sammy, meet Bee. Bumblebee, meet my bro, Sammy." she introduced them.
"Bumblebee?" a brow cocked. "What sort of name is that?"
"Do you question the great Saffron Witwicky?!" she pointed at him accusingly.
"Pretty sure that's what I just did."
"Fine, stay here...with mama and daddy...and their 'indoor date'."
"...I'm sorry!" and the twenty something year old drove into the car.
Saffron giggled, patting the hood as she passed it. "Hope ya ready, sweet little Bumblebee." climbing in the drivers seat, she started it and pulled out. "Gotta go get Mick." she left out the part with Mikaela meeting them there. A small grin made way to her face, turning right on the street. She turned the radio on and began singing along. "I will sit right here and bide my time. As long as it takes to get what's rightfully mine. And I won't be denied, 'cuz all I've got left is my pride. And I will rise up! Break it up! Break you down! Breakin' through! Breakin' ground! Had your chance! Now it's gone! All you take! All you've done! All I've done."
Sam's head bobbed along with, fingers drumming a beat on the door handle and looking outside. "So, how is Mick?"
"He's fine."
"Still...gay?"
"Why? Want me to hook y'al up?" she shot him a sly look.
"What?! No!" his eyes widened in horror, head shaking.
The music distorted, growing choppy. As if the car was laughing. Saffron just chuckled, patting the dash. "Just messing with you. And yes, he's still gay. Has a huge crush on that douche bag Trent." Sam looked horrified once again. He knew that was the jock dating Mikaela right now. "I know, right!" they came to a comfy looking one story and pulled into the driveway. Turning the car off, they got out, as the door opened. Mike, in black and red swimming trunks and a black wife beater, and Henry stepped out. "Hey there papa Solace! Mick!"
"Hey kiddo." the older man smiled then let his eyes drift to Sam. "Sam."
"Mr. Solace."
"I've told you, it's Henry." he scolded gently and Sam smiled, shrugging. Finally, his eyes drifted to the mustang and Saffron made a 'go ahead' gesture. He moved toward the car, circling it lazily and making a mental note of what needed to be done. "It's not as bad as it looks."
"Hm, really?" Saffron stepped closer and perched herself on the hood edge. The car rumbled underneath her and she smacked the side. "Hush you, I'm not that heavy." was mumbled. She was positive her car was possessed. It freaking communicated with her! "I figured the body needed more work then anything. A good paint job. Probably sanding."
"Hm, I have the stuff at the shop. You two can stop by after school, bang out the dents."
"Fuck yah!" Mick and Saffron cheered, fist bumping.
"Language!" Henry frowned at them.
Mick waved him off. "That's all good and dandy...but for now, to the lake!"
"The lake!" Saffron agreed. "Come on Sammy...bye papa Solace. See ya Monday!"
"You kids have fun! Call me if anything happens!" he called after their retreating backs.
"So, Sam, how you been?" Mick wondered, lying out on the back seat, as they pulled away from his house.
"Good, good. Just trying to get through my second year of college."
"Still crushing on Mikela?" Sam went a bright red. "That means yes." he snickered.
"I heard you were crushing on Trent?" he shot back. This time, it was Mick who blushed. Saffron snickered.
The rest of the drive was relatively quiet, music playing in the background. The windows down, wind blowing through their hair or what they had. Ruffling clothes. They reached the lake in no time, the rumble of the mustang echoing through the trees. They crawled out, Mick grabbing a blanket Saffron put in there earlier. Closer to the water, he flicked it out and they stripped down to their bathing suites and immediately jumped in the water.
From shore, the radio of the mustang blasted to give the area a good beat. When they weren't swimming or horsing around, they were dancing. A couple of more people showed up. Friends from school. And of course, Mikaela. Sam about shit himself when she pulled up on her scooter. She greeted the others but made a b-line for the curly haired female Witwicky, who was laid out on shore. Sam and Mick were in the lake, dunking each other. "Hey Kela." she smiled up at the dark brunette, patting the spot beside her.
"Hey Saffron." she stretched out next to her, small smile on her face.
"What's wrong?" she frowned.
"...I broke up with Trent." Mikaela whispered.
"Really? That's good...right?" Saffron sat up to look down at her friend.
"I guess...I just...how do I always find myself in these situations?" a heavy sigh left her. "Always a jerk. With muscles and a jock."
"Kela, sometimes, you gotta go through a couple Mr. Wrongs, to find Mr. Right."
"Mr. Right, hm?" she taped her chin. "Do you think I'm shallow? I keep going for the same sort of guy."
"I think...you don't know what you want. You're only eighteen. Got to live a little to know what you don't and do want."
"I want someone who will treat me good. Like a lady. That won't try to repress me. Do you know how much Trent hated that I knew more about cars then him?" she cocked a brow.
"I could only guess." Saffron snorted.
"Hello ladies!" Mick jogged over to them, grinning. Water was dripping from his hair and shorts. Chest and abs for all to see. Mick was a good looking boy with a nice body.
To bad, for the female race, he's gay., Saffron mentally shook her head then shrieked as he fell right on her. Soaking wet on her dry bathing suit and body. It was cold. "MICK! I'LL KELL YOU!" he jumped to his feet, her close after, and chased him toward the lake. Where she proceeded to try and drown him.
"Hey Mikaela." Sam smiled down at her.
"Hey Sam." she nibbled on her bottom lip, looking up at him. He was much in the same predicament as Mick and had obviously been hitting the gym. "How are you?" she sat up to get a better look at him.
"Good, good." he sat on the blanket, only a foot or so between them and shifted nervously. She noticed and smiled secretly. Still same old Sam. Find something to take about!, he berated himself, after they sat there in silence. "Got settled in my new apartment. Don't have to stay in the dorms anymore.
"Really? Is it close to campus?"
"Aa, not to much. More affordable, though." he shrugged.
"That's good. What are you majoring in?"
"Communications."
Saffron, who was neck deep in water, turned toward shore. Her and Mick had settled down a bit, so she was puttering around him lazily. The sight of her bro and Mikaela talking like old friends...or future lovers, meeting her eyes. She smirked but slowly, it changed to a genuine smile. the dark haired teen seemed almost...brighter. Her laugh was more free, smiles bigger. Had she been holding back with Trent? And Sam, he seemed to finally get to talk to the girl of his dreams. And he didn't make a fool himself. Maybe those two would be good for one another.
"Think fast!" Mick screeched, seconds before shoving her head underneath the surface.
Eyes narrowed and with a kick off the lake bottom, burst from the water. A battle cry left her and the manly Mick squeaked like a little schoolgirl before trying to swim as fast away from her as he could. "Muah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Can't resist me!" then launched herself toward his back, clinging on when he tumbled forward. Both puffed their cheeks out as they went down and under.
Matching grins appeared on their faces, flashing the other a thumbs up at the sudden idea they seemed to share. Mick swam the duo toward the unsuspecting victims and Saffron grabbed their legs to pull them under.
Fun, fun day.