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"Whoa, nice headers. You've got a high-rise double-pump carburetor. That's pretty impressive, Sam." I heard Mikaela comment outside of the car.
"Double-pump?" Sam questioned, making me snort and shake my head.
"I wish he knew something about cars. It would make him more appealing." I sighed. "Do you agree?"
Another small vibration went through the car.
"At least someone does." I giggled, sprawling out across the backseat again. I lean to the window to listen to their conversation again.
"You know, I was thinking. You know, if Trent's such a jerk, why do you hang out with him?" I cringed as Sam said that. He just lost her. She's gone. Wrong question, Sammy-boy.
"You know what? I'm just, uh, I'm gonna walk. Ah... Good luck with your car." Mikaela said, walking by my window and up the path.
"All right. Walking's healthy, right?" Sam called after her. He then proceeded to jump into the drivers seat and try to start the car. "Oh, God, no no no no no. Come on, please. Don't let her walk away. Come on, come on, come on. Please, please."
Baby come back!
"Woo!" Sam cheered before backing up and driving up beside Mikaela.
Any kind of fool could see.
"Hey wait a second!" Sam yelled out the window of the passenger door. Mikaela looked at the car for a few seconds until she got in. After a few minutes of driving in silence, Mikaela started to talk. Actually she started to spill her heart out to us.
"There it is." Sam said as we pulled up to her house.
"I had fun. Um." Mikaela trailed off awkwardly. "So, you know. Thanks for listening."
"Thanks for talking. The ride home would be weird if you didn't say anything." I laughed in an attempt to reassure her.
"You-" She took a deep breath. "You think I'm stuck up?"
I think you're... No. No, no, no. I think there's a lot more than meets the eye with you." Sam said quickly. She turned her look to me.
"No way. You're pretty awesome." I nodded to assure her.
"Okay." She chuckled.
"Yeah." Sam trailed off.
"All right, I'll see you two at school." Mikaela gave us one last smile before going into her house.
"That's stupid... that was a stupid line. There's more than meets the eye with you. Stupid." Sam moaned, hitting his head on the steering wheel. He then smiled a bit. "Oh my God. I love my car."
"You love our car." I corrected him. We drove home quickly, sneaking inside right before 11 so we wouldn't get grounded, and went to our respective rooms. I changed into my black shorts and t-shirt before crawling into bed and passing out. It felt like I was only asleep for a few seconds before I heard.
"Oh, God. No, no, no! Hey, that's my car! No, no, no no! No!" I blinked for a few seconds before jumping out of my bed and running into the hall. Sam ran past me yelling at the top of his lungs. "Ah! Dad, call the cops!"
"Sam what's going on?" I demanded, sprinting to catch up with him. My much smaller legs had to work twice as much as his did.
"Someone's stealing our car!" He yelled, grabbing his bike out of the garage. I grabbed my own bike and peddled quickly after Sam and our car.
"Hello? 911 emergency! My car has been stolen! I'm in pursuit! Right?" Sam was shouting into his phone. "I need all units, the whole, the whole squadron. Bring everyone! No, don't ask me questions, all right? My father's the head of the neighborhood watch!"
"They don't care, Sam!" I called to him after he hung up. We biked as swiftly as possible after our stolen car until it reached a junk yard. We jumped off of our bikes and dove behind a set of trash cans. I peeked over the top of them and saw something that almost almost made me feint. "Sam. Our car is standing up."
"What are you talking about?" He whispered, looking himself. His face got very pale and he sat back down with me. He fumbled with his pocket, retrieving his phone. "My name- is Sam Witwicky. This is my sister Abrielle Witwicky."
He turned the camera to me.
"Whoever finds this, my car is alive, okay? You saw that?" He held the phone over the trashcans so it could see the giant robot. "Since this is my last words on Earth, I just wanna say, Mom, Dad, I love you, and if you find Busty Beauties under my bed, it wasn't mine. I'm holding it for Miles. No, no, wait, that- Okay, that's not true. It's mine and Uncle Charles gave it to me."
"I knew you were lying to me!" I exclaimed with a triumphant smile.
"I'm sorry. Mojo, I love you." Sam continued, ignoring my comment. He snapped his phone shut and pocketed it. We slowly backed up before full on running away from the scene. Suddenly barking rang out beside us. I gave a small scream as two rottweilers started running towards us. We ran as fast as we could away from the dogs pursuing us. We spied two oil barrels and jumped on top of them. The dogs surrounded us, barking threateningly.
"Good doggies! Good doggies!" I screamed, giving them a weak smile.
"Woah! Alright. Good dogs. Good dog. No! No!" Sam was yelling. "Alright. Oh, no."
"We had a good run, Sammie." I cried with hopelessness. Suddenly our car drove out of nowhere and chased off the dogs. "Can we have the dogs back?"
"Okay. Please, please don't kill us! We're sorry! Take the keys! We don't want them! Car's yours!" Sam yelled, throwing the keys at the car before grabbing my arm and running.
"Let me see your hands." Someone yelled, shinning us with a bright light.
"No, no, no!" It's not us!" I shouted, waving my hands desperately.
"The guy's inside!" Sam added.
"Shut up! Walk towards the car. Put your head on the hood." We did as commanded. Sam chose to slam his head down on the hood, but I chose to just drop it gently. He's going to regret hitting his head like that in the morning, though.