Wazzup guys? Hope you're having a swell day... look at that weather outside with those clouds and such. Oh! And the sun too - or moon, wherever you're at. God, I'm so awkward...

How was your guy's Thanksgiving? Mine was full of relatives breathing down my neck every five seconds! [I'm not exaggerating.] I thought hey, it's the first time my family will get to spend Thanksgiving in our house; no traveling, no long-ass car rides, no more being cramped in a car, wohoo!

Until I get the speech that family is invading our holiday - and don't get me wrong, I love 'em, I really do, but when they are constantly asking if they can have this or that, or try and take my kitten, oh... someone's getting hit with a baseball bat. There's a whole 'nother story of why I'm not too fond of 'em but it's a bit personal, if you catch my drift.

Buuuttt hiding away from family - being the amazing, anti-social teenager I am - meant I got to spend time relaxing and I recently became obsessed with Meet the Robinsons. Yup. That happened.

"Barium, cobalt, Einstein, Kool-Aid!"
"I dunno what she just said, but this project is UNACCEPTABLE! Now, gimme twenty laps around the gym! Go! Go! Go!"
"Coach!"

"That... is an excellent question."
"Where are you going?"
"Another excellent question!"

Anyways, enough of my rambling, I bet most of you skipped this long thingy, but for those of you who took the time to read my rant, I love ya, you little beautiful face! :3

Ƈнαρтєя Ɛιgнт: Lσσкιηg fσя тнє ƓƖαѕѕєѕ
"Lσνє нυятѕ, Ɩσνє cσмfσятѕ, Ɩσνє мαкєѕ уσυ cяαzу, Ɩσνє мαкєѕ уσυ ѕαηє. Lσνє мαкєѕ уσυ ɗσ тнιηgѕ уσυ тнσυgнт уσυ ωσυƖɗ ηєνєя ɗσ. Lσνє ωιƖƖ кєєρ уσυ fяσм ɗσιηg тнιηgѕ уσυ тнσυgнт уσυ ωαηтєɗ тσ ɗσ. Lσνє тяαηѕfσямѕ уσυя Ɩιfє ιηтσ ѕσмєтнιηg уσυ ηєνєя кηєω єxιѕтєɗ." - Uηкησωη, ƬυмвƖя

Ƈнαρтєя Sσηg: Mιкє Pσѕηєя - Pℓєαѕє Dση'т Gσ [Aℓєχ Gσσт Cσνєя]
"Let's run away from these lies,
back to yesterday, save tonight.
I feel the sun creeping up like tick tock.
I'm trying to keep you in my head but if not,
we'll just keep running from tomorrow with our lips locked.
Yeah, you got me begging, begging,
baby, please don't go.
If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?
I don't know if you feel the way I do,
if you leave I'm gon' find you.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go.
Baby please don't, baby please don't,
baby please don't run away.
From my bed and start another day, stay instead,
I feel the sun creeping up like tick tock.
I'm trying to keep you in my head but if not,
we'll just keep running from tomorrow with our lips locked.
Yeah, you got me begging, begging,
baby, please don't go.
If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?
I don't know if you feel the way I do,
if you leave I'm gon' find you.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go.
Baby please don't, baby please don't,
baby please don't.
I stay running from tomorrow.
I stay running from tomorrow,
well, I stay running from tomorrow.
Said, I stay running from tomorrow.
Baby, please don't go.
If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here?
I don't know if you feel the way I do,
if you leave I'm gon' find you.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go.
Baby please don't go, go, go, go.
Baby please don't, baby please don't,
baby please don't run away."

After the Autobots transformed, Optimus took off first, the rest of the bots following. I sat in the front seat with Sam, while Mikaela sat in the back. Bee then took the lead, driving into alley way that was behind our house.

Sam, Mikaela, and I got out of the car, and my twin looked at the dark-haired girl, "I need you to stay here, alright? You got to stay here and you're gonna watch them."

"Okay," Mikaela nods.

"All of them." my brother adds, as we make our way towards the backyard, Mikaela replying with another 'Okay'. "Five minutes, alright?"

"Be good," I said, pointing at Bee, before following my twin into the backyard. I saw Dad standing there, about to open the door, when Sam sprints across the yard, ignoring the path once again.

"Thanks for staying on my path," Dad said sarcastically, as I catch up to both him and my twin. I leaned on him for support as I tried to catch my breath. Wow, I needed to run more if we're hanging out with the Autobots.

"Oh yeah... no, no, dad. Hey!" Sam exclaimed nervously, pressing his palm against the door so Dad wouldn't open it. "The path! I'm sorry, I forgot about the path. I'm gonna sweep the whole thing right now. How about that?"

"You know," Dad says, "I buy half of your guy's car, I bail Sam out of jail, and then I just decided to do all your chores."

Sam's eyes widened. "The chores... wait, my chores, what about Bennie's?"

I crossed my arms, looking up at my brother. "Unlike you, I do all of my chores before I leave the house."

Our father nods, replying back sarcastically, "Yeah, life's great, huh?"

"Yeah," I follow my brother's gaze that is transfixed on Optimus Prime standing up and I bit my lip to keep myself from drawing attention to the Autobot. "Life... life is fantastic is how good it is!" We both turned back to him, who was attempting to look outside, but Sam pressed his hand harder against the screen door. "The trash cans!" my twin face palms. "Sorry dad, I'm gonna do the trash cans now."

I smiled, adding, "I'll help too."

Dad shoke his head, once again wanting to open the door, "No, no, I don't want you two to strain yourself-"

"No," Sam denies, closing it once again, and I help, pressing my weight against the other side, "don't, we won't strain ourselves, dad."

"I'll do it." Dad tries again, but we keep the door closed.

Sam shakes his head, "It would hurt my feelings if you do it."

"You sure?" he questions. "I don't mind-"

"Dad," I tilt my head to the side, giving him the best pouty face with puppy dog eyes I could muster, "we got it. Okay?"

"Yeah," Sam agrees. "A-and I'm gonna do the trash cans and I'm gonna scrape the grill! And I'm gonna..." I look behind me to see the large leader of the Autobots stepping over into our backyard, "I'm gonna sweep up the whooole house. Right now."

"Tonight?" Dad repeats. "Right now?"

My younger brother nods, "Right now."

I look over Sam's shoulder to see Bumblebee and I shot him a glare, as he pushed his finger to his mouth, saying, "Shush," over and over, causing Sam to block Bee from mine and Dad's gaze.

"I love you," Sam says, attempting to distract him. "Man, I love you, so much right now."

"Y'know, mom wanted me to ground you two. You're three minutes late." Dad spoke and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I love mom, I really do, and I get that we're her babies but sometimes it's a little annoying that she treats us like we're seven.

I smiled, nudging my brother and shifted my eyes to the side, "See? There's another thing you've done for us - well, Samster more than me. But dad, you're such an awesome, swell, guy, and I love ya!"

"Another thing, huh?" Dad repeats as he walks away from the back door.

"Alright, we love ya!" Sam calls. "Sleep tight ya handsome man!"

Just as he moved away far enough, Sam grabbed my hand and we raced towards the Autobots that were entering the garden.

"What are doing?" my twin whispers harshly up at Optimus. "What are you doing!"

My breath hitched as I squeaked, "Watch the path!" But instead he stepped - more like crushed - the fountain.

"No!" Sam shouts, as the large Autobot apologizes, causing Sam to cross his arms, like a father attempting to scold his child. "Oh, you couldn't - wait for five -" he sighed. "You couldn't wait for five minutes? I told you to stay! Just stay! God!"

I noticed that Mikaela had entered the garden and Sam rushed over to her, while I heard the back door open. I thought it was one of my parents at first, but it was Mojo and Weasley. The orange tabby rushed over to me, meowing, as Mojo lifted his leg and peed on Ironhide.

My eyes widened, as I picked up my kitten, and my brother yelled, "No! Mojo! Off the robot!"

"Ugh, wet," Ironhide grumbled, kicking him off, as Sam grabbed the dog.

"No, no, no! Easy, easy! Hold on! This is Mojo! This is Mojo. He's a pet of mine, he's a pet." Sam announced as the silver Autobot transformed his hands into cannons. "Put the guns away! Put the guns away!"

"You have a rodent infestation." Ironhide announced. "Shall I terminate?"

"No, no!" I said, running over to my twin. "He's a Chihuahua! Here, we love Chihuahua's! And kittens!" Sam nodded in agreement.

Ironhide's gaze narrowed on both Sam and I. "He's leaked lubricants all over my foot!" he argued, as Sam gulped beside me.

"He peed on you? Bad Mojo." my younger brother scolded. "Bad Mojo!"

The large Autobot nodded, repeating, "Bad Mojo,"

"I'm sorry," Sam apologized. "He's got a male dominance things, that's all it is."

"My foot's gonna rust!" I heard Ironhide grumble, as my twin and I made our way towards the backdoor.

"Go, hide!" I order to the Autobots, meeting Bee's eyes. "Go!"

"Just hurry," Optimus replied before Sam and I entered the house. I set Weasley down, Sam doing the same with Mojo, and we rushed upstairs, quietly, into Sam's room. I went to one side of the room, searching for the pair of glasses, while Sam checked the other side.

I searched underneath a few pillows, "Do you remember where you last put them?"

Sam groaned in annoyance, not pleased that haven't found the glasses yet, "No! I don't-"

He was cut off by a sudden glow, with Optimus holding up Mikaela saying, "They really want those glasses." He helped her inside while I rushed to his other window, noticing Bumblebee, peeking his head through it.

"This is not what I call hiding!" I screech, attempting to glare at the yellow Autobot.

His mouth plates turn upwards into a sheepish smile, as he gave his own puppy dog pout with the adorable blue eyes. I sighed, rolling my eyes, knowing that I couldn't stay mad at him for long.

"Parents!" Optimus informed before they all transformed back into their regular modes, parking themselves on the lawn.

"Once again, this is not hiding!" I looked over my shoulder, attempting to catch my brother's attention. He met my eyes, rushing over to the window.

"No, no, no, no, no! This isn't hiding! This is my backyard, not a truck stop! Oh, god, oh!" Sam ran his fingers through his hair. I sighed, grasping my brother's torn shirt, making him look at me.

I lightly slapped his check, "It's okay lil' bro. Just calm down, and find those glasses. I'll keep watch."

He nods, taking a deep breath, before continuing his search with Mikaela for the glasses. When I turned back around I noticed Optimus peering into the window, and standing on my mother's beloved garden.

Shaking my head, I sighed, burying my face into my hands. I look back up to the Autobot leader, jabbing my finger in his direction, "You cannot stand on the flowers! My mother has a horrible temper and when she see's her flowers..."

"Oops..." the large Autobot apologized.

"She is going to kill the weather department for not warning her about the 'earthquake', then she's probably going to kill Lowes for not having sturdy enough pots for her precious flowers-"

"Bennie-"

"'But ma'am what earthquake are you talking about?' 'THE ONLY BLOODY EARTHQUAKE THAT KILLED MY BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS THAT HAVE A ONE YEAR WARRANTY... WHERE'S MY WARRANTY?'"

"Bethany!" I was spun around to be met face to face with bright, glowing eyes, that almost calmed me down immediately. Bee sighed, pressing his forehead against mine, and brushing a few strands away from my face. "It's okay, just, calm down, alright?"

I hadn't realized I was breathing hard, until I felt my heartbeat literally hammering in my chest. Bee noticed and wrapped his arms around me, in an attempt to calm me down, and it did.

"Are you okay, beautiful?" the blond questions in a hushed tone, that makes me smile.

I nodded, burying my face into his chest. "Thank you, Bee."

He rests his chin on top of my head after kissing it. "Anything for you."

He continued to hold me as I felt the whole house shake again, and the lights flickering before they turned off completely. I turned around in Bee's arms to see Ratchet standing up from the ground, one of the electricity lines also on the ground.

"Wow!" the yellow search and rescue bot exclaimed. "That was tingly. You should try that!"

"Yeah, that looks run." Ironhide sarcastically responded, causing me to giggle.

"Sam?! Bethany?!" I heard Mom and Dad yell from downstairs. I looked to Bee - who my parents had no idea who he was - and then realized that Mikaela was here also. Well, if there's any time to met my robotic crush, it's now.

"What?" Sam exclaimed, referring to the light that was shinning brightly into Sam's room. "What is with the light? You gotta stop the light!"

"Guys!" I tried to get the bot's attention, and made a notion with my hands to tell them to stop. "Cut off the lights! My parents are coming!"

"Kids," I hear my parent's voice outside the door, "are you in there? How come the door's locked? You know the rules. No doors locked in my house!"

I gulped, as Mom added, "You know he'll start counting if you don't open the door!"

"One more chance. Five," I rolled my eyes as dad began to count.

"Oh dear."

"Oh sweet baby jebus..." I groaned and I pointed at Bee to go hide.

Our dad continued to count, "Four, it's comin' off the hinges pal!"

I rushed over towards the window, pointing at Ratchet who continued to shine the bright light. "Shut. It. Off!" I whispered slash yelled.

"Three."

"Oh my!"

"Two!"

Mom continued to cry out, "Kids, he's counting!"

"One."

Sam opened the door, grabbing my arm, and we leaned against it. "Sup?" my brother questioned as I crossed my arms.

I waved. "How ya guys doin'?" then I noticed the object in my mother's hands. "What's with the bat?"

"Who were you talking to?" Dad questions.

Sam and I exchanged looks. "We're uh, talking to you."

Mom gasped. "Oh, why are you two so filthy and sweaty?"

My twin shrugged, replying nonchalantly with, "We're children, ya know, teenagers."

"We heard voices, and noises, and we thought maybe-"

"What was that light?" Dad cuts off Mom, pushing past Sam and I to enter his room. I caught a glimpse of Bee's blond hair peering from his hiding spot. I hissed at him and he got the message. Dad gave me a strange look but I smiled innocently, like nothing happened.

"What light? There was no light!" my younger brother lies quickly. "You're holding two lights in your hands!"

"The light!" Dad exclaims, pointing under the doorway. "There was a light under the door!"

"Look, you just can't bounce into my room like that! You gotta knock! You gotta communicate!" Sam spoke, trying to distract them as much as possible.

"We knocked!" both of my parents replied.

Sam shoke his head, "You didn't knock! You were screaming at me, okay? This is repression, what you're doing here. You're ruining our youth okay?"

"Oh for Pete's sake!" Mom said, shaking her head. "You are so defensive! Were you... masturbating?"

My eyes widened as I placed a hand over my mouth. "Oh god..."

"Judy-"

"Was I mastur- no mom!" my younger brother denies. "Why would I when my own sister is in here!"

I clutch my stomach. "This is so disgusting... Oh, I'm gonna throw up."

"That's not something for you to bring up!" Dad replies. "That's a father and son thing, alright?"

Sam nods, repeating, "Father son thing,"

"I'm gonna have nightmares for the rest of my life."

Our Mom sighed, "You don't have to call it that word if it makes you uncomfortable. You can call it... 'Sam's happy time' or-"

"Happy time?" my brother and I repeat at the same time, exchanging looks.

"-or my special alone time with myself-"

"Stop." Dad ordered.

"Why did I have to have a younger brother?" I question to no one in particular. "Freakin' fudge man..."

"I'm sorry," Mom apologizes, "it's just been a weird night. I've had a little bit to drink."

"No, no, no, dad!" my twin attempts to stop dad from looking around.

"Yeah, well, we saw a light." Dad persisted, peering into Sam's bathroom, just as the house shoke again, due to the Autobots. "Earthquake! It's another one! Another earthquake! Get in the doorway!" I rolled my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Aftershock! Aftershock! Oh, I hate these."

"Hey, the lights are back on!" Mom points out after they turned on. "C'mon," she said, referring to Dad who was still in the tub, "get out of that tub!"

Dad shoke his head, but obliged, climbing out of it, "Can't you take safety seriously?" I noticed that he shined the light in the backyard, and I waited for him to scream, 'ROBOTS!' but instead, he groaned, "Oh no! Look at the yard. The yard is completely destroyed! Uh, Judy! Call the city we've got a blow transformer!" my eyes widened. "Power pole's sparking all over the place. Aw man. Yard's a wast. Trashed. Gone. It's a wash. The whole yard."

"We heard you talking to somebody, kids," Mom presses, "who was it?"

My twin and I look at each other, wrapping our arms around each other. "Uh, ya know, sibling bonding time! It's-"

Once again, my eyes widen at the sight of Mikaela standing from her hiding spot. "Hi," she greets with a smile. "I'm Mikaela. I'm uh, a friend of Sam's and Bethany's."

"And I'm Bee-" I looked over to see the blond attempting to stand but to only fall over. I rolled my eyes, rushing over to help him up. He meets my parents eyes but keeps his gaze transfixed away from my glaring father's eyes. "I'm also a friend of Bethany's and Sam's."

Mom started to laugh hysterically, shaking my twin's arm, and grinning at me. "Gosh, you," she refers to Mikaela, "you are gorgeous. And you," she looks to Bee, who was smiling sheepishly once again, "you are so adorable!"

"Oh, son," Dad and Sam fist pumped, while Sam groaned, "They can hear you talking mom."

"Thank you," Mikaela smiled, as I helped Bee off the floor.

"But you," I tensed up as Dad approached Bee, looking him up and down, "are you dating my daughter?"

I blushed and when I looked up, I noticed a pink tint go across the blond's face. "I, uh, um-"

"Do you like my daughter?"

"Yes!" Bee nods, his voice a few pitches higher then usual. "I-I-I do!"

Dad looks him up and down once again, sending another threatening glare towards him. I stand in front of Bee.

"Dad," I push him back a bit, "he's okay, alright? He won't hurt me."

The blond shakes his head, "I would never hurt her. Never in a million years - never in eternity!"

"Oh, Ron, stop scaring the boy." Mom complains. "O-oh my goodness, I'm sorry you two had to hear out little family discussion about this-"

Dad smiled at Mikaela and glared at Bee. "Sorry that we're bugging you!"

Sam shoke his head, his face red from embarrassment. "Backpack," Sam spoke, "do you have my backpack, mom?"

She nods. "Oh yeah, it's in the kitchen."

My younger brother and I exchange looks, before he sprints downstairs, Mom and Dad walking out of his room, a smile on their faces. Mikaela smiles at us before racing after Sam, while Bee and I stood in Sam's room.

I smile, looking at a blushing Bee. "So, you like me huh?"

He nods, rubbing the back of his neck. "I really do. I was going to plan it out all cute to tell you b-but-"

"Ssh," I press my finger to his lips, before removing it and leaning closer towards him, fluttering my eyes closed. Just as I felt Bee's lips brush mine, Sam yells for me from the kitchen.

"Bethany!" I heard my brother call from downstairs.

I sighed, now wanting to kill my brother, and opened my eyes. Bee groaned in annoyance. I looked back up at him, with a smile. I cupped his face between my hands and kissed his check.

"BETHANY HAZEL WITWICKY!" my twin calls again.

"I'll be outside," Bee announces, making his way towards the window.

I pointed down, "And I'll be in the kitchen."

"If you need me, scream, yell, and I'll be there in a second. I promise."

Just before he jumps out of the window, I walk over towards him, and wrapping him into a hug. "I don't doubt it, Bee," he tightens his grip around my waist, "I don't doubt it."

Stupid Sam, always gettin' in the way off Beethany fluffiness.

Alright guys, I'm super tired, hoped you guys liked this chapter, I had fun writing it and I'll try updating as soon as possible!

Buh-bye!