DISCLAIMER: I do not own any rights to Transformers and I do not earn any money.
AN: Thanks to Mizuki-Neko and whitesnow21992.
07-XX-2007 15:30 - day / at school
He was nervous. Very nervous even. He could not stand still. He flinched back and forth as he asked his teacher, "And? Very good? "Inside, he felt that time froze. Seconds were for centuries for him when he was still waiting for his teacher's response. He watched his teacher exactly as he rocked back and forth with his chair. Then took a pen in his hand and examined.
This is torture, he thought. Certainly even the worst kind of torture a teacher could conjure out of his hat. If his brother were here ...
"... a B.", the dry and wrinkled voice of his teacher ripped out of his thoughts.
Bamm! Baff! The world shattered around him. His dream already so firmly under control, made a sad departure. Accompanied by the inner picture as his dream car vanished before him and waved with a paper handkerchief after him. But this was not all, for he could see a horde of beautiful girls of different size and origin running past him, chasing his car.
Quickly he blinked with his eyes and asked in a high squeaky voice: "What?"
"You have already understood me correctly, Mr. Witwilly. Think her grandfather would be happy if he knew what you were doing with his things here, "the teacher said.
"Witwicky ... Excuse me," he said at first, then continued in a full rebuff: "But please consider ..." (he pleaded for his case) "... They hold the key to a young boy's dream Man in her hands. Just look outside ... "(pointing through the window to a man in a dark green Austin Healey BJ8)" ... this is my father who came to me and spoke ... son when you got a car Then bring three A's and 2000 dollars, then you get your own car. ... "(then he paused for an artistic rest, noting that his tutor's patience had come to an end, as he stared at the clock, a good bit more, and he would win And victory.) "... I already have two A's and 2000 dollars. But with a B, the dream is gone. Burst. Gone. Finito. "With a third A, the dream can become a reality. "(He then saw that his teacher was carrying a chain with the cross of Jesus, which was the last blow to his teacher.)" ... Ask yourself what Jesus would do. " !)
He ran joyfully out of the classroom. Completed regular pleasures of pleasure. At last he could get a car. This would complete the first part of his plan. All that remained was to find the right car for the ladies and then go with his brother to the hot sunset ... And do things ... Beautiful things with his brother ... How, for example, it would be if ... If your mouth meet ... And Exploring the strange, athletic body ... these primary but significant muscles of the chest or the sharp edges of the face ... Or just the track ...
With that he stopped in his joy. Where? As? What? So this turn should not take his thoughts, but he could not really help now. STOP! With this exclamation he scolded himself when he heard a cry of pain, which came from the direction of the young man's toilet. This caught his attention and he went in that direction, unconsciously saving Trent.
07-XX-2007 4 pm - day / before the school entrance
Meanwhile, a small round-headed man, who was already close to his fiftieth birthday, was waiting, which was also confirmed by the slightly gray hair around his head, among other things his secret council, in his dark green Austin Healey BJ8 on his sons. He always looked at his watch, which he wore on his right arm.
He patted his foot, full of impatience. After all, one did not become disciples with time. Time also meant money. The higher the loss of time, the higher the loss of money and thus also necessary expenses for the improvement of its lawn and garden path. Which he was particularly proud of. After all, he had done everything himself and without help.
The thought of his lawn and of his garden path flashed a gentle smile in his tired face. But then he looked again at his watch, which now indicated 16:05 clock. A smile became grimace. And yet he could not change it. He gave himself to his fate with a sigh.
But then his cell phone rang, which he withdrew from his shirt pocket and then took the call with: "Witwicky. Hello. "If he had looked better times on the display, then surely would have been spared the hell. "Yes ... Uh ... No ... What ?! How so?! ... Yes ... Um, well ... Bye. "This was the end of this short conversation, with a defeated groan with his face on the steering wheel of his vehicle.
In this position he was found ten minutes later by his sons, who then looked at him inquiringly. At least one. The other preferred to look in the opposite direction.
But this was soon forgotten, when a piece of paper was pushed into his face, which confirmed to him that his son Samuel had a letter for his family report. Which of these, too excited, told him: "... Is it just as good as an A?"
Then he remembered the telephone conversation again, and he hated it, but preferred to meet the dragon personally. So he said, "Son, we had an agreement ..." (here he put an artist pause.) "... three A's. No two A's and one A-. You do not get a car. Deal burst. "Then he started the car. He drove the long road with his sons in complete silence with splashes of death.
That day he had not only made his sons an enemy, but also a different beast from a distant star who had cleverly camouflaged himself as a rusty yellow 1970s camaro with two black racecocks. Because the father had just brought his nice, nice plan out of the concept. How should he come to the boy to get the desired information? Because everything depended on it. So then again from the beginning. With this the yellow, frustrated flicker drove out of a parking area and followed the people in the other car.
He was annoyed. So much was certain. However also relieved. Because his brother would not get a car and thus no chicks forbade and lose his nice virginity to this. This was only reserved for HIM. But he was not allowed to come. For the dragon would surely stand in front of him with her fat wide noodle wood and give him the beating of his life.
However, on the other hand, he wanted to know his darling happily. And with a nice car with a wide rear seat different possibilities would be released. Above all, no dragon. You could just cross the border and into a dark alley and ...
At the same time, he was running backwards from his pure pleasure, and his little friend agreed with him as well. But he got a cold shower as he saw from his corner of his eye a yellow rusty camaro, who apparently pursued him and his family. Why was he sure this car was following you? He did not know exactly. But when he saw this car, he had his strange feeling in his chest and unconsciously rubbed it with his left hand. Then, however, the yellow car turned left and pure relief flooded its systems.
07-XX-2007 23:00 - Night at 2187 West 24th Street, Tranquility
Lying on his bed, he stared at his white blanket. Did not stir. Only now and then he turned his head aside to look at the black digital alarm clock next to his bed. Frustrated, he sighed and stared at his white blanket again.
He still could not believe his father did not want to buy his car. And just because an A- had and not an A. This was not fair! (Life is now a Bitch!)
Now he sat here and drowned in his own self-pity. At least a knocking sounded at his brown wooden door. With a slight movement, he turned to his stomach, as the door squeaked softly and from whose glory the majestic figure of his brother entered.
He only raised one of his brown eyebrows questioningly and asked what would you do. His brother replied, in which he put his head slightly crooked and showed a devilish grin. This caused him a cold shudder that ran over his back. Because this grin meant only one thing ... and anger ...
07-XX-2007 00:00 hrs - night / car house
He could not believe it. Do not believe it. In addition to this legendary Christian era. In a dilapidated shack. A shady car-house, in the parking lots of which a row of rustlings lined up. One more beautiful than the other.
He would love to turn around and run away. But the one who sold the cars, a fat, bald-headed guy in a tight leather suit, drew his brother formally the clothes from his body. And only with his looks. He had to puke.
Annoyed, he turned away from the couple and pretended to be looking at the cars in front of him with interest. But none of the cars caught his interest until suddenly ... a sweet smell that flooded this stinking cloaca. A gentle scent of vanilla and honey.
The water broke in his mouth as he remembered the breakfast table with his brother, with hearty pancakes with a strong trowel full of honey.
Without he noticing it, he followed the smell. He felt completely relaxed by this smell. Until he suddenly came across something hard. He opened his eyes and saw an old rusty 1970-year-old Camaro. Although the yellow color peeled off in some places, it still exude a certain pride and majesty. Also the two black racing strips, which ran over its roof, a nice addition bonus. The girls would surely think he was going to participate in writers and thus be a wild fan among his nerdiness.
His left hand unconsciously crossed the roof, causing a shuddering sensation in the car. However, this remained unnoticed. But it was not with this simple touch, he opened the driver's door and sat down.
Then he sat down. He looked around inside and caught a look at a Discoball and a little plush bee with a sign, "bee-otch". But his eyes turned to the steering wheel, where he removed the dirt in the center of the steering wheel and a symbol, in the form of a face, became visible.
This confused him and he called for his brother: "Hey, Jay. Come here! "With that said the person turned to him and asked:" What is? Did you find something? "" I think so, however ... ", he did not stand any longer, as he stared with interest again at the symbol. He did not know why or why, but he had already seen this symbol. When this was or where he could not say. What he knew was that he had seen this sign before.
"Do you like this piece? Want to have ne? "A smoky voice asked him and a huge smell mix of alcohol and nicotine streamed towards him. He thought it could not get worse, but he was wrong. Worse was always going. Apparently. With wobbly legs he stepped out of the car and used this as a support to hold on to. Then he noticed a large, slightly scarred hand on his left shoulder. He turned to the owner of that hand. "All right?" Asked his brother's deep, familiar voice, that he had already given him warm goose bumps.
"Buy me ... Love ... Love, oh ..." it suddenly sounded from the radio, which attracted the attention of all parties. They looked at the car questioningly, and Jay noticed the symbol and spread a very strange feeling in his chest. A feeling of disregard, hatred, rage, and ... other things he could not name. But then he looked at his brother and asked, "Do you want this car?" The one who had mentioned had still not quite recovered from the stench, but said, "Yes, I will."
To be continued
AN: Thank you ford read and I wish you a good night. Well, the text is from the Beatles with „CAN'T BUY ME LOVE".