Hiya guys! I already had this chapter written so I decided to upload it.

Ƈнαρтєя Ƭωσ: Sυcн α Sтяαηgє Ƈαя
"ǀ Ɩιкє нσω уσυ'яє ηєιтнєя нєяє ησя тнєяє. Aηɗ нσω тнєяє'ѕ ησωнєяє єƖѕє уσυ'яє мєαηт тσ вє ωнιƖє ωαιтιηg. Ƴσυ'яє נυѕт ѕσят σf ѕυѕρєηɗєɗ тнєяє." - Uηкησω, ƬυмвƖя

Ƈнαρтєя Sσηg: Lαтcн fт. Sαм Sмιтн - ƊιѕcƖσѕυяє
"You, you lift my heart up, when the rest of me is down.
You, you enchant me, even when you're not around.
If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down.
I'm latching on babe, now I know what I have found.
I feel we're close enough.
I wanna lock in your love.
I think we're close enough.
Could I lock in your love baby?
Now I got you in my space.
I won't let go of you.
Got you shackled in my embrace.
I'm latching onto you.
Now I got you in my space.
I won't let go of you.
Got you shackled in my embrace.
I'm latching onto you.
I'm so encaptured, got me wrapped up in your touch.
Feel so enamored, hold me tight within your clutch.
How do you do it, you got me losing every breath.
What did you give me, to make my heart beat out my chest.
I feel we're close enough.
I wanna lock in your love.
I think we're close enough.
Could I lock in your love baby?
I feel we're close enough.
I wanna lock in your love.
I think we're close enough.
Could I lock in your love baby?
Now I got you in my space.
I won't let go of you.
Got you shackled in my embrace.
I'm latching onto you.
Now I got you in my space.
I won't let go of you.
Got you shackled in my embrace.
I'm latching onto you.
I'm latching onto you.
(I'm latchin on...)
I'm latching onto you.
(I don't want to let go...)
I won't let go of you.
(I won't let go I won't let go...)
(I won't let go I won't let go...)"

"Yes!" My twin cheered, as we made it to our dad's car. I sat in the backseat, whilst Sam sat in the front next to my dad. He turned around to face me, a smile on his face.

"So?" he questions, already knowing the answer to my grade.

"She got an A." Sam answered for me, waving his paper around like a banner, as I glared at him. "And I got an A minus, but it's still an A though!"

"Wait, wait, wait, I can't see." Dad grabbed the paper from Sam's hand and nodded. "It's an A."

My brother grinned. "So, we're good?" He looked at me in the corner of his eye and I grinned along with him.

"You're good." He says before starting the car, and driving away from the school as my twin and I cheered, giving each other fist pumps.

"We're getting a car, we're getting a car, we're getting a freaking car!" Sam cheered in the front seat, doing a little dance. I rolled my eyes at my twin, but sang along with him.

Soon we were driving in front of a car dealership - and not just any dealership, a Porsche dealership. There was no way we were getting a Porsche and my thoughts were confirmed when Dad looked at me in side-view mirror, smiling, flickering his eyes to Sam. He was going to play a prank of Sam.

"I gotta little surprise for you two." Dad said as he drove into the driveway into the dealership.

I sunk in the back seat, flipping my hair out of my face, then crossing my arms. "Ahuh."

"No," My twin grinned. "No, no, no, no, Dad! Ah, you've got to be kidding me!"

"Yeah I am." Dad retorted, with a laugh afterwards, as Sam looked at him, his smile turning into a frown. "You two aren't getting a Porsche." He then burst out laughing as he pulled out of the dealership, and driving down the road.

I frowned, looking out of the car, wondering what dealership we were going to. "I knew it was too good to be true."

Sam hisses at Dad, "You think that's funny?"

"Yeah, I think it's funny. Okay, did you really think I'd get you two a Porsche? For your first car?" Dad asks, pulling into the driveway of a dealership with a clown in a polka-dotted costume, holding up a sign that read, 'Best Wheel Deals'.

I shrugged. "It would've been nice.

"I don't want to talk to you for the rest of this thing." Sam says, not looking at dad.

"You and me both chief." I say, agreeing with my younger brother.

Just then something caught my eye as a flash of yellow drove past. I looked around to see where the yellow came from, but I couldn't find it. It must've been some other car or something.

"It was just a practical joke!" Dad says as he continues to laugh, while Sam and I frown.

Sam shoke his head. "It was not a fun joke."

"Bad dad of the year award goes to, Ron Witwicky!" I exclaim, using jazz hands, causing Sam to laugh. "For tricking their kids into getting a cool car, that would've made them cool."

Dad pulled up the car on the side of the dealership, and we hopped out of the car.

"Here? What is this?" my twin questions. "You said half a car, not a half a piece of crap dad!"

"When I was your age, I was happy to have four wheels and an engine." Dad replies, as we walk towards who seemed to be the owner of the dealership.

"Okay lemme explain something to you dad, ever seen forty year-old virgin?" Sam asks, and Dad nods. "Thats what this is," he points to the crappy black car to his left, "and this is fifty year-old virgin." he gestures to another crappier white car to his right. "Do you really want us to live that life?"

Dad rolls his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No sacrifice, no-"

"Victory," Sam interrupts, "it's the ol' Witwicky motto, we got it."

I sighed. "Well, this is just great. Our first car gets to be some piece of junk. Hallelujah!" I covered my hands with my cardigan, a nervous habit I had. Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"I hate dad right now," Sam whispers, leaning down so dad wouldn't hear it.

"Yup." I agree, as a African-American man with a weird patterned shirt came towards us.

"Gentlemen," he nods at Sam and Dad, "and lady." he adds after I sent a him a glare. "Bobby Bolivia like the country except without the runs," he says. "How can I help you?"

"Well, my son and daughter here," Dad pats my twin's back," are looking to buy their first car."

"You come to see me?" Bobby questions.

My brother nods, not looking too pleased with the fact that we were here for our first car. "We had too."

"That practically makes us family." he holds out his hand. "Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B."

"Sam," my twin introduces, shaking his hand.

"Bethany," I greet, shaking his hand right after.

Bobby pats my brother's back, "Sam, Bethany, lemme talk to you for a sec. Your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of them hoods. Lemme tell you something, the driver don't pick the car. The car picks the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Son, I'm a lot of things, but a liars not one of them, especially in front of my mammy. That's my mammy," he gestures to an older lady siting underneath an umbrella, "hey mammy!"

In response the lady holds up her middle finger. "Oh, don't be like that," Bobby says, "if I had a rock I'd bust your head bitch. She deaf, ya know," he then laughs a very weird laugh and Sam and I exchange looks.

"Well over here," he gestures to the cars, walking over to an older style Cadillac, leading Sam along with him, while I walked over to a yellow Camaro.

It was a 70's or 80's style Camaro with black racing stripes. "Holy shit," I mumble, walking over to it. I trace my fingers along the hood of the car, and I feel it shudder underneath my fingertips. I remove my hand quickly, but I shake it off. It's probably my mind playing tricks on me.

"You're a beauty," I say, before opening the door to the car. I slip inside, placing my hands on the steering wheel. Sinking back into the seat, I smile. It wasn't the most pretty car in someone's eyes, but this car, it was amazing.

In the middle of the steering wheel there was a bit of dirt, so I wiped it off with my finger, revealing a familiar symbol. It was the same symbol Bumblebee had wearing around his neck. Maybe it was some trendy style for cute blond British guys and this might've been his car, who knows.

I smiled when I saw a Bumblebee and tiny disco-ball hanging from the rear view mirror.

"Bumblebee," I gasp, my eyes going wide. "There's no way, this is what he was talking about."

"Believe in what your heart is saying," the radio sang, from the Polar Express. My eyes snapped to the radio.

"What?" I whisper in disbelief. "If you're the boy from my dreams, then... that makes no sense. Yup. That's it, I'm going crazy, talking to cars-"

"You look so pretty, yes you do." the song Hey There Delilah came on.

I find myself blushing, pushing the strands of hair away from my face. "I really am going crazy if a car just made me blush." I look out the car, cupping my hands over my mouth. "Sam! C'mere, I think I found a car!"

My twin rushes over, as I climb over into the passenger's side. He rubs the steering wheel, getting comfortable in the seat. "It feels good." he looked to me and I grinned, giving him a thumbs up.

"It's got racing stripes," I add.

"Yeah, it's got racing, hey Manny!" Bobby calls out to one of his workers. "What's this? This car check it out!"

"I don't know boss!" Manny replies. "I've never seen that! That's loco!"

"Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me Manny!" the two continue to argue as dad peaks in the car.

I smile at him. "Dad, this is the one."

"How much?" Dad questions, after Bobby and Manny were done fighting.

"Well," Bobby licks his lips, "considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels, and costume paint job-"

"The pains faded." Sam interrupts, looking up at Bobby.

"Yeah, but it's costume."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "It's costume faded?"

"It's your first car, I would expect you to understand. Five grand." he says, looking to dad.

Dad shakes his head. "Nah, not paying over four, sorry."

I groaned, leaning my head back against the seats. "This was the car. I could feel it."

"Yeah," my twin agrees. "I felt it too."

"Alright you two get out the car," Bobby tells us.

"No, no, you said cars pick their drivers." Sam protests, as I nod, agreeing with him.

"Well sometimes they pick people with a cheep ass father." the dealership owner replies. "Now get outta the car." Sam got out of the car just as Bobby patted the bug next to us. "Now this one, for four g's, a beaut."

I decided to get out the on the driver's side, since Bobby was beside the passengers side, but Sam closed the door in my face, causing something to hit the passenger side door to open, hitting Bobby and the bug. I squeak, almost jumping out of the seat.

"Bennie, you okay?" my twin asks, concerned.

I nod. "Yeah, just a little freaked out as all."

"You alright?" Dad asks Bobby, as he exits the bug.

"Yeah, I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out." Bobby says. "Hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin, and get some hammers, and bang this stuff out, baby!" he then laughs weirdly again. "That one's my favorite, drove all the way from Alabamy-"

I went to get out of the car, but it locked itself. "Greater than a man," the radio plays, "Cover your ears, beautiful."

Slowly, I covered my ears, just before a high pitch noise came from the car, causing the glass in all the other cars to break and explode. Dad, Sam, and Bobby all ducked down, as I stared at the car.

I gulped nervously. "Bumblebee?"

"Don't be afraid, beautiful," I smile at the new nickname.

"I'm not." I shake my head, running my hands along the leather seats, feeling it shudder beneath my fingertips.

"Four thousand!" Bobby looked at my twin and dad nervously, as I grinned.