School went well the next day, even the pop quiz in Hosney's. Miles and I overheard people talking about a party at the lake, and we decided we'd go to it. We both went home first to change, and while I was home I checked my eBay page. My username was LadyLover217, which worked I guess. I got no bids on anything, but I didn't expect it.
"Great, broke." I got up and went to the bathroom. "Come on Mojo, want your pain pills?" I got ready for the party and I had to say my wardrobe was actually pretty nice. Mostly nice flannels and tanks with my favorite kind of jeans and nice shoes. My party/date outfit was a blue-green flannel over a white tank top, blue jeans and a pair of flats.
After I finished checking myself out, I gave Mojo his pain pills. "Remember, you pee on the bed again, you're sleeping outside." I told him, then went downstairs with him. I grabbed a few sodas from the fridge and walked out to the backyard, at the last second remembering the path and stepping on it.
Ron looked up to me from where he was laying more pavers. "Thank you for remembering the path."
"No problem, Dad," I said, then I looked at Mojo, who now had jewelry on. "Mom, did you put jewelry on Mojo again?"
"It's his bling." Judy said.
"He's a boy dog, Mom. He already as self-esteem issues from being a Chihuahua."
"Oh, don't exaggerate." Judy gave my shoulder a light swipe before I walked over to Bumblebee. "I want you home by eleven o clock!"
"Yes Mom. I'll call if I end up running late," I say, climbing in.
"Eleven o clock," Ron repeated.
"And please for the love of God, drive safely."
I gave her a smile and a thumbs up before Bee and I pulled out of the driveway, a cloud of smoke coming from the tailpipe. I'd left that part of Bee dirty just so I could have the satisfaction of knowing Ron and Judy's next lines. Wow, you are so cheap. It's her first car, it's supposed to be like that.
"Okay, Bee," I tell him. "Now you've got to behave around Miles, I'm not letting him in on the secret. However, if Mikaela shows up, try to be my wingman. I really wanna impress her."
The radio clicked on and Wingman came on. ~It was my turn tonight and it was your job to make me look good~
I smiled. "Yes, please, but you're mine, not me being yours."
We picked up Miles and headed out. "Dude, you sure we're invited to this party?" he asked me as we pulled onto the road to the lake.
"Of course, Miles," I said. "It's a lake. Public property." A few minutes later, we pulled up and parked. Bee gave me a little static shock as I got out as encouragement. I patted his roof for a moment, then I saw Mikaela with Trent.
"'Oh, god, Mikaela's here," I said, then looked to Miles. "Don't do anything too weird, please."
"Alright," Miles said, and we got closer.
"Oh, hi. Hey bro," Trent said to us as we got closer to where he, Mikaela and the jocks were. "That car. It's nice."
I smiled. "Thanks. Got him yesterday." Miles started climbing the tree next to us.
"So, what are you guys doing here?" Trent asked us.
I looked up and Miles, and then back. "Well, I'm here for fun. He's here to climb this tree. "
"I see that. It looks- It looks fun." Trent gave Miles a weird look then back to me. "You know, I thought I recognized you. You tried out for the cheerleading squad last year, right?"
I was hit with a small flashback to trying out for cheerleading and I ended up falling off a three person pyramid and kicked one of the girls in the head and landing on my tailbone on the way down. I couldn't walk straight for a week.
"Oh, yeah, I did," I said. "It was only a way to try and get close to the football team. I was doing research for a book I'm working on.
"Yeah? What's it about? How to stay single surrounded by guys?"
I gave a dry snort. "Haha. No, it's actually about the link between brain damage and football. It's gonna be really good, your friends will love it. It's got mazes, coloring sections, pop up pictures, it's a lot of fun."
Trent glared at me. "That's funny," he said, taking a step up. Mikaela stepped between us.
"Okay, okay. You know what? Stop." She gave him a look and walked back to his truck. I felt bad, that I'd put her there, then I remembered Trent's big fuck up in about a minute.
"Hey, guys, I know of a party. Let's go, let's head." He and the jocks started walking to their cars and I looked at Miles. He was hanging upside down now.
"Having fun?" I asked him.
"Yeah, actually," he said, jumping down. "What made you take Trent like that?"
"You know me, Miles. Can't hold my snark." I sighed and we walked back to my car. Miles jumped in the window, but I looked back to see Mikaela walking down the street. Trent called her a bunny. I needed to find out why she hated that nickname.
Bumblebee turned on his radio. ~Who's gonna drive you home tonight?~
"Hey, man, what's wrong with your radio?" Miles asked, but I ignored him.
"I'm gonna drive her home tonight," I said.
"What? She's an evil jock concubine, man. Let her hitchhike."
"She lives ten miles from here, okay? This is my one chance."
"You don't even know if she's a lesbian," Miles said.
"I can at least become her friend. You got to be understanding here, all right?"
"All right. We'll put her in the back. I'll be quiet."
"Did you say, 'Put her in the back'?" I asked.
"I called shotgun."
"Miles, I'm not putting her in the back." I went to the driver's door and got in. "You got to get out of my car."
"That's a party foul," he said.
"What rules?" I asked.
"Our- bros before hos!"
"Miles, I'm begging you to get out of my car," I did my best pleading ace and gesture. "Okay?"
"You- you can't do this to me."
"You got to get out of my car right now."
Miles climbed out finally, and I did turn back. "Hey, go pick up chicks with your sweet dismount, okay. Maybe one can take you home." Without another word, Bee and I pulled out. Bee kept playing music as we slowed down to cruise alongside Mikaela.
"Mikaela!" I called out to her. Unlike Sam, I actually got her to look at me. Maybe because I'm a girl. "It's Alison Witwicky. I hope I didn't get you stranded or anything."
"No, no, you didn't," she told me. "Just Trent being himself."
"Ah, I see. So, I was wondering if I could give you're a ride home."
Mikaela stopped and thought for a second, then reached for Bee's door handle. He opened for her and she climbed in the passenger's seat.
We drove in silence for a bit, though not for lack of my trying. "I can't believe that I'm here right now," Mikaela said suddenly.
"You can duck down if you want. I mean, it won't hurt my feelings." I told her.
"Oh, no, no, no," Mikaela turned back to me. "I didn't mean- I didn't mean here with you. I just meant here, like, in this situation." She looked out the window. "This same situation that I'm always in. 'Cause, I don't know, I guess I just have a weakness for hot guys, for, for tight abs and really big arms."
"Really?" I asked. I couldn't think of anything to say to her. I wasn't a dude, so I couldn't pull a Sam.
"Are you... are you new to school? This year? This your first year?" Mikaela suddenly asked me.
Yes, I thought. "Oh, no" I said. "We've been in the same school since first grade."
"Really?"
"Yeah, a long time."
"Well, do- do we have any classes together?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Really? Which?"
"Well, History," I started listing. "Language arts. Math. Science."
"Alison Wilkicky."
"Wit-wicky."
"God, you know what? I'm so sorry," Mikaela apologized. "I just- I just didn't recognize you."
"Yeah, well, I mean, that's understandable," I said.
Suddenly, Bumblebee stalled his engines. "Ah, no, no, no. No. Come on," I said, keeping up with the act. Bumblebee turned his radio onto a love song and I apologized. "Sorry, I'm just working out the kinks. You know, it's a new car."
Sexual Healing came on and Bee rolled us to the lookout. I just apologized again as Mikaela started putting her hair up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for both of us to get stranded."
"It's no problem," Mikaela said, opening his door. "Just pop the hood."
Bee did and Mikaela and I got out. We both got a good look at his high powered engine. Mikaela held the hood up, and I got a good view of her. Man, she is so sexy.
"Whoa," she said about the engine. "Nice headers. You've got a high-rise double pump carburetor. That's pretty impressive, Alison."
"Double-pump?" I asked, meeting her eyes, so it didn't seem creepy me staring.
"It squirts the fuel in so you can go faster."
"Oh, well, I like going fast." I gave her another once over, then ducked my head over the hood so I could get a hold of myself.
"And it looks like your, ah, your distributor cap's a little... loose." Mikaela reached over to tighten it down.
"Yeah? How did you know that?" I asked.
"Uh, my dad. He was a real grease monkey. He taught me all about this. I could take it all apart, clean it, put it back together."
"That's sweet." I said. "Never would have guessed it."
"Well, you know, I don't really broadcast it. Guys don't like it when you know more about cars than they do. Especially not Trent."
"Really?"
"He hates it."
"Sucks to be him then. I mean, having your girlfriend able to fix your car? That's awesome."
"You really think that?" Mikaela asked.
"Yeah, I frankly prefer women working on my engine." I mentally smacked myself for that comment. Please don't let her have picked it up as easily as she did Sam's.
"Okay," was all she said. "You wanna fire it up for me?"
"Yeah, yeah, no problem." I went around and turned the key. "You know, I was thinking. You know, if Trent's such a jerk, why do you hang out with him?"
I looked up and could hear Mikaela sigh. "You know what? I'm just, uh, I'm gonna walk. Ah..." She came around and got her purse. "Good luck with your car."
"No, no, I didn't mean- Agh!" I went to the hood and slammed it down before hopping back into Bee. He closed his doors and we turned around to catch up to her. "Mikaela, I- I'm sorry." I said, climbing out. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just, you're amazing. And I just wonder why you'd spend time with a guy who won't let your amazingness shine through."
"You really think that of me?" Mikaela asked.
"Yeah, I do. I've been wanting to be your friend for years," I admitted, looking down at my shuffling feet. "I just never thought you'd notice or like me."
"Oh," Mikaela said. She shifted her bag on her shoulders. "You know, you can still give me that ride, if you want.
I looked up and smiled, gesturing to the passenger door. "After you, Milady."
We talked a bit as I drove her home and actually ended up grabbing an ice cream. Cause of that, it was almost ten when I dropped her off.
"There it is," I said as we pulled up.
"I had fun," Mikaela said. "So, you know, thanks for listening."
Bumblebee started playing What I've Done on the radio. "It's no problem, really. I love to listen."
"Do you think I'm shallow?" she asked.
"No, not at all. I think there's a lot more than meets the eye with you."
"Okay," Mikaela said. "All right, I'll see you at school."
"See you," I said. She got out of the car and started walking to the door, then turned around.
"Actually, a few of the girls and I were going to meet up at Burger King and hang tomorrow. You should come along."
"R- Really?" I was surprised. That never happened to Sam.
"Yeah, it'll be fun." She tossed her hair a little and I was done for.
"Alright! I'll see you tomorrow. What time?"
"Oh, about eleven or so." Mikaela said.
"Eleven. I'll be there." I smiled and waved. "See you then, Mikaela."
"See you then." She waved back and went into her house and I started smiling like an idiot.
"Yes!" I said, smacking my hands lightly on the steering wheel. Bee shot static through his radio at me. "Sorry, it's just- Yes! I'm gonna hang with Mikaela! Step one of seducing her to the lesbian side is started."
We drove home and I managed to make it before curfew. Ron and Judy had some food left for me and I ate it before heading up to my room. I decided to work on some of my stories as I remembered them, though it killed me that my nearly complete Mikotron was deleted. But, I could rewrite it, and proceeded to do so.
At almost three in the morning, Bumblebee buzzed my cellphone and I managed to sneak out to the garage. Bee started up quiet, much more than a car in his condition should, and we rolled out, heading to the junkyard outside of town.
"Drop me here, Bee," I said as we drove to the entrance. "I got something I need to do."
His radio buzzed a bit, but he opened his door and let me climb out before he drove further into the junkyard. I went to the crates Sam had hidden behind and started doing jumping jacks until I could see Bee standing in the distance. I could see why Sam was scared, Bee cut an impressive figure compared to a human.
Once he'd gotten the beacon up and sending out the message to Optimus and I looked appropriately frazzled and out of breath, I ducked down and pulled out my phone to record.
"My name is Alison Witwicky," I said. "Whoever finds this, my car is alive, okay?" I lifted the phone up and gave them a shaky view of Bumblebee before pulling it back to me. "You saw that? If these are my last words on Earth, I just wanna say, Mom, Dad, I love you, and I'm gay. Miles, I want to thank you for being my best bud and keeping me in the closet. Mikaela, I wish we could have hung out tomorrow, I'll miss that the most. And lastly, Mojo, I love you."
I shut off my phone and looked up to see Bee starting to come down, before I was distracted by dogs barking behind me. Shit. I'd forgotten about, those mutts. I ran like hell away, but like in the movie, the steroid pups came after me and I got cornered in a building on top of an oil drum.
"No, you're a good dog! Good dog! Good dog!" I chanted as I stretched my arms out to balance me while the dogs kept jumping at me. "Oh my God. Whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Whoa! All right! Oh! No! No!"
One of the dogs almost got my foot before Bumblebee burst in and chased them away. He circled the drum a few times, then stopped. I smiled and hopped down, sliding into the driver's seat.
"Thanks for the save, Bee. Now let's get home before we get into trouble."
But it was not to be. The cops who'd arrested Sam were right there as we pulled out. I stopped and one of the officers came up to my window.
"Is there a problem, officer?" I asked, trying to act as normal as possible.
"We got a call about a trespasser. Step out of the car, ma'am."
"But I didn't do anything wrong?" I protested. "Some jerk took off with my car as a prank and I had to come here and get it."
"You're still trespassing. And we have no stolen car reports to correlate with your story. Get out of the car ma'am."
I could feel Bee grumble under me, but I soothed him with a rub on the steering wheel before I took the keys out and walked to the cruiser with my hands behind my head. When my head hit the hood, it feel like a headdesk.
Here we go, the next chapter. Also, I have a question that I want answered; should I add humans from the other Transformer continuities into the story, or stick to Bayverse/Tyran characters and OCs? This would basically be like having Fowler be a NEST agent, or Sari be introduced as a Pretender and similar. I already plan a few OCs showing up to make some drama for Alison, but I want opinions for the others. The poll is on my profile, so go ahead and vote on it.
