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v-era-18 · 9 months ago

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HoneyBee

Chapter Eight : Needing a Hero

“A family friend told me something once; No sacrifice, No Victory.” - (Y/n) (L/n) StoryTeller / Hero

Breathing is a good thing to remember during times like this. When the panic starts to settle in along with your current reality and expectations. Your nerves pump you with adrenaline, triggering your fight or flight responses.

And sometimes your first instinct is to react with emotion instead.

(Y/n) let out a guttural scream before jumping up catching Sam and Mikeala’s attention. The two teens were by her side in two seconds flat Lennox not too far behind. A whine of whirr caught their attention to the side. A large figure of black and yellow moved slowly from the rubble, weirs and sparks emitted from stubs where his legs were supposed to be. Looking around there was no sight of his other ped. The reality of war was sinking in fast.

“Bumblebee!” The girl pushed Sam away and scampered over to the scout. She horrifically watches him drag himself along the ground in pain. His two legs were gone, although she woke up besides one missing limb it didn’t make her feel any less positive about the situation. “Oh my god! What can I do? Tell me what to do! I can help you-I’ll help you-“

Sam started to help clearing a path allowing the scout to move though, “We got you Bee, you just gotta get up. Bumblebee? Get up!”

“Ratchet!” (Y/n) screamed for help.

What Bumblebee needed was immediate medical attention, and it was unfortunate she didn’t know how else to help in this situation. You think in all those books she’s read there were instructions for this. To help when they were injured and there's no help from their fellow colleagues.

The girl went back in front of the cybertronian, her hands shaking and eyes burning. She didn't know what to do. No one around them knew what to do!

“You gotta get up,” Sam encouraged, “You’re okay. You’re okay. Come on!”

As if things couldn't get worse the retracting sounds of a tank in the distance was hollow in her head. For the first time she got to witness a tank firing off in the middle of the street in real life. She had to give men in the service their props, because compared to them she didn't have any balls big enough for this kind of thing.

She already had huge respect for the men and women in camo. But for now there won’t be a day where she’ll shy away for saying thank you for your service.

“Decepticons can have tanks?” (Y/n) whispered solemnly, “These mother fuckers are cheating!”

Sam could only stare in horror at the sight before him.

Jazz and Ratchet could be seen in the distance making their way towards them. It should’ve been a slight reassurance that help was on the way but the decepticon tank looked like it was ready to end them in one millisecond.

“Come on! We need to move!”

Mikaela stared at Bumblebee for a long second. This whole time the only thing she could contribute was support for (Y/n) and Sam. No where was it required for her to be the hero-the aid in this mission. But watching the bot drag himself on the ground with the Afro haired girl before him painicing did something to kick her into overdrive.

The girl looked around before breaking out into a sprint down the street. A truck came into view giving the girl a bright idea for the scout for aid. Although she didn't know much about aliens or their species, she did know alot about vehicles.

Bumblebee moved himself further next to (Y/n), he could see the sheer despair on her face and it made him sad knowing he wasn't able to provide comfort to her at this very moment. The crease in her brows didn't suit her, along with the long blood trail that outlined the side of her face.

The stress of war didn’t suit her at all.

To top it off, he couldn’t stop his spark from beating so loudly. As a scout he never had doubt in his abilities. He was able to get in and out of situations faster than many of his comrades and competitors. It was the reason why Optimus trusted him and the reason why he was so respected amongst others. In times like this age is just a number-a consideration. Your skills and mindset is what separates you from others. In the end you have to be at your best in order to survive.

Bumblebee didn’t have to look behind him to see the damage done. He could feel it. And boy did it fucking hurt.

But he couldn’t think about himself right now. He needed to think about the lives before him. The lives of families, friends, and strangers with dreams that are just a fragment of the imagination.

This was a prosperous planet like Cybertron once was. And he be damned if this one falls as well.

He crawled closer to (Y/n), her form shook with each passing second as she watched him. She never moved away though. The girl before him stood her ground occasionally looking for any signs of Ratchet to come to his aid.

Unfortunately for his sweetspark they didn’t have time.

“I’m not … I’m not leaving you.” (Y/n) stated inching forward, “Ratchet is on his way just give him a second-“

She was cut off with the black and yellow boy presenting the Cube before her. Her breathing hitched in her throat already knowing what it meant. (Y/n) grabbed it from him, the weight of it heavy. So many lives rested in the very object she held. And it made her stomach queasy.

He let out a pained slow whirr at her expression. Hoping the look in his optics would give some form of reassurance that everything was going to be alright.

Sam watched the two, his breathing uneven but concentrated on the task at hand. He knew that help was going to be a long time away with so much going on. Apart from the civilians and the Air Force they were on their own. Seeing his friend hold the cube sent his mind in a tizzy.

How were they supposed to cube to safety with a big tank in the way? And how could (Y/n) get by successfully with a Decepticon blowing her into oblivion?

Jazz ,Ironhide and Ratchet finally arrived for backup. The Afro haired girl backed up behind Bumblebee as she watched the three autobots practically disassemble the decepticon in the middle of the street. Sawed off arms, blasted in torso, and the head eventually being flown off.

A smile slowly graced her features before being completely wiped clean. She heard the plan before she saw him. The low runner of death making her hairs stand on end and spine throb. She could feel it in person. The one thing humans fear the very most ever in life. Death.

“Megatron!”

Sam zeroed in on (Y/n) as her face became slack. Her eyes never removed from the sight of the personification of death before her. Nothing else mattered to her anymore, she wanted to run-scream and hide.

For once she doesn't want to be the hero. No, she wanted to be rescued.

“(Y/n)!” Sam grabbed a hold on the girl's shoulders trying to tune out the yelling and screaming of civilians around them. “I need you to stay with me okay? You got to breathe! Don’t let them win!”

Optimus appeared before them down the street, his stance firm, “It’s Megatron! Retreat! Move! Fall Back!” The Prime tried to hold off the decepticon Leader only to be knocked down quickly with a blast. There were simply too many casualties on the streets to go full on without someone possibly dying or gearing hurt.

The soldiers filed back towards them just as a ‘Mikes Towers’ truck stopped in the middle. Mikeala hopped out of the vehicle, her face stern, “Sam, (Y/n)! Help me with this!”

The three teens worked quickly with Bumblebee. Making sure the wires were wrapped around him tightly in order to haul him onto the truck. (Y/n) at first wanted to question if it would be painful for him to be tied up so roughly. Unfortunately they were all out of options and comfort was the last thing they needed to worry about at the moment.

“What’s going on?” Lennox asked.

A fellow soldier looked through the binoculars, frustration written all over his face, “Sir! That tank thing’s getting back up.”

“Oh, these things just don’t die.” A helicopter’s propellers caught his attention, causing him to turn around seeing a large decepticon pierced on a large building. Dread and exhaustion filled Lennox’s body at the sight.

“Oh we are so dead.”

“Epps, get those Black Hawks here!” Lennox ordered. He looked to his right, spotting a tall skyscraper just east of where they were. “That building….”

He worked quickly getting over to (Y/n). Out of all the people here he didn’t want to ask this of this girl. It was simply because she was a female either-it was because she had so much going for her and he would hate it if she had died. She had a grandmother to go home to, just like how he had a wife and daughter. Fighting for your life doesn’t make these decisions any easier.

“Sam! (Y/n)! Where's the cube?”

(Y/n) lifted the cube off of the back of the truck for the soldier to see.

“Okay,” Lennox grabbed (Y/n)’s arm guiding her away from the cybertronian she was aiding, “Allright, I can't leave my guys back there, so here, take this flare-”

The girl shook her head, “What-?”

“Okay, there's a tall, white building with statues on top. Go to the roof. Set the flare.”

“No,” She uttered softly, “Get Sam to do it I cant-”

“Signal the chopper and set the flare-”

“No! Get someone else to do it! I can't-!”

Lennox grabbed the girl’s shirt roughly causing Sam to step forward to remove his hands by force only Mikela stopped him.

“You know more about these beings than any of my men or any of us here on this planet! The moment you opened your mouth earlier I knew we had a future leader in that room. Wasted potential that system lets go to waste to fucking often.” The girl still continued to shake her head with tears in her eyes, fear running up and down her spine like a virus.

Lennox continued, “You're more than a soldier right now. You're our last hope. All Right? I need you to take this Cube. Get it into military hands while we hold them off,or a lot of people are going to die.” He looked over to Bumblebee who was staring at her the whole time feeling a sense of dread wash over himself before looking back at (Y/n). “including them.”

(Y/n) held the cube tightly, her lips wobbling as she looked back over towards the building. Leonox gave her a second to think before turning his head back over to the other two teens. “You two need to go-”

“We're not leaving,” Mikeala said stiffly.

The soldier grew frustrated. These teens don't know when to listen. “You need to go now!”

“No, we're not leaving okay,” Sam agreed, “Not until we get Bumblebee out of here!”

“Army Black Hawk requesting immediate evac for civilian girl with precious cargo. She is headed to the rooftop marked by the flare,” Epps spoke into the walkie talkie quickly before ducking for cover once more.

(Y/n) started to be approached by the other autobots as she continued to stare at the building ahead. She was trying to slow her breathing, her heart was screaming in her ears and her lungs couldn't get enough air. She's never seen so much destruction before her eyes, and she was just given a task to run right through it to deliver their life or death.

“(Y/n),” Ironhide stepped forward, “We will protect you.”

‘Protect me?’

The promise seemed to be heavy on her heart. Here she was worrying about how qualified she was to do this and there were soldiers and autobots alike willing to sacrifice their lives in order for her to safely get the cube to high ground.

But what happens after that? The sky can only hold the cube for so long before another decepticon finds it in their reach. Itr will be blown out of the sky and then the cube will be in their hands and terraform the planet.

But the fact of the matter is-did they have any more options?

“Lennox! Epps!” (Y/n) called after them, “Where are those planes?”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, watching the girl before him that he'd known for practically his whole life before it actually began. The good the bad she was always by his side, and for the current moment he couldn't be next to her, the time she truly needed her the most. He stepped towards her, catching her eyes as they downcasted towards the cube she ranted about so many times. He should've listened all those years ago; but who could blame him, he thought they were just stories. Fiction a dream that she wished to hear about. And they were now the story book, not knowing the ending.

Two best friends, not knowing if they were going to live or die. One a hero, one a survivor. Or did it really have to be that way?

“Listen I know this isn't really the time to tell you this but—”

“Don't confess to me right now—”

“I promise you, I wouldn't think about doing that at this very moment because I'm four years too late okay?” The boy huffed before pulling her into a strong embrace, “Come home to me alive okay? You're my best friend practically attached at the hip. And if you die-” She felt him shake slightly with an exhale before he breathed in again, “A large part of me will die as well.”

They both released each other, Sam sent the girl an encouraging smile before petting her head softly. Something he hasn't done since the tenth grade. Childhood euphoria washed over them seeming to come full circle. He took in her expression one more time before slowly releasing her, not knowing if it was going to be for the last time.

“Now go fucking kill them.”

(Y/n) let off a cruel smile, “Already ahead of you Lord Witwicky.”

~ ✯ ~

(Y/n) (L/n) from today on has promised that if she survives this, she would document every fragment of her life from her on out. Because this shit could only be made up in the crevices of someone's twisted mindframe.

Ironhide and Ratchet provided protection while the girl made her way down the street to the building. Rubble and black deprise was blown in different directions and made it hard to remain consistent within her sprints on the battlefield.

The girl couldn't believe she was doing this. Her legs burned from the lack of exercise she had throughout her lifetime not to mention the asthma that was catching up to her. It was so hard to breathe each time she pumped her legs to move faster towards the building in front of her.

With a shout she quickly avoided a decepticons ped that landed near her, Ironhid had grabbed the Con blasting him towards another building causing civilians to break out into more screams of panic. It really was a shame they weren't able to evacuate the city in time for these large robots to run amok throughout the streets. She was more worried with the fact that there was a chance there were humans stepping on more than the gunfire.

She heard the sound of a plane and the shifting of metal behind her causing her legs to move faster than before. The hard thumps of ped steps in pursuit of her was what her ears focused on as she made through the waves of chaos around her. Never has she shoved so many people in her life. The cubed seemed to emit a thrumming sound around her arm and rib cage.

(Y/n) pumped her legs faster trying her best to ignore the commotion and panic surrounding her. She screamed as she was cornered In between a store with a deception closing in on her, she ducked her head letting out a yell as the blades missed her by a hair, most of the damage being done to the car and store Windows.

“Ironhide where—?!” The girl cut off seeing an all too familiar airplane diving right towards her letting out sounds that would awaken her in nightmares . Skidding to a stop the girl immediately turned around, the sifting of metal filling along with the crash and destruction of vehicles around her.

Ironhide and Ratchet were there immediately, the girl taking cover behind another vehicle and rubble trying to seem smaller than she was. Never had she’d seen Starscream so up close before other than the nightmares that plagued her, and to say the description of his chilling red optics weren’t ones to laugh at.

This was Megatron second in command. And he-he was flying away after taking a few hits. Although it was a bad time the girl did want to admit it was a bit disappointing from the cruel stories about the Decepticon second in command.

Ironhide looked over at the girl anxiously, noticing her panicked expression, “Hurry (Y/n)! Get to the building! There isn’t much time!”

Shaking and breathing labored the girl did as told. Her thighs burned along with her lungs, cheeks aflame from the heat. Not to mention the desperate sweat clutching every crevice of her being.

She wanted to go home. She didn’t want to be a hero anymore.

(Y/n) stumbled over another woman trying to run away, apologizing quickly before keeping her pace towards the building. She kept her eyes focused, there were only a few more streets down and then she’d he was home-.

“Give me that cube, girl!” Megatron growled fiercely from behind. The girl could practically hear the terrorist order in her very brain, so much that it almost compelled her to do as told.

Her heart thrummed louder in her chest as tears started to roll. The girl was so preoccupied with running away she didn’t notice the car speeding towards her. The girl hit the ground with a painful groan, watching the cube emit a blue glow all around along impacting the electronics around them.

‘Oh no.”

“You stupid bitch! Did you just hit my car?!”

(Y/n) sent the girl a heated glare simply throwing up the middle finger, before running back down the street in time to hear the civilians cries in the car. There was probably no doubt that the car had fully turned into a cybertronian by now.

‘Looks like you won't be having a car anymore,’ She thought snarky.

Finally the girl reached the building running through with a goofy smile on her face, “We can do this. We can do this! They’re not gonna get me! They’re not gonna get me-!”

A crash was heard behind her, cutting off her sentence of freedom , “I can smell you, girl!”

“Ew,” (Y/n) rounded the corner, her eyes placed on the stairs before starting to climb them, “ I do not want to know how that works.”

Upon reaching another level the girl continues up, screaming again as Megatron emerges from the floorboards behind her. The war terrorist was persistent and she would give him that.

She entered another room, a tired steadied sigh leaving her lips realizing that the staircase was still many more floors up.

‘Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he just killed me,’

~ ✯ ~

Mikeala let out a panicked breath pulling the tow truck into the alleyway. Sam was biting his nails anxiously looking back at Bumblebee who couldn’t stop moving his helm back and forth to see more of the fight. They were exhausted.

The girl placed her head on the steering wheel rethinking the past couple hours; her following after a girl she had a crush on for years, the giant robots showing themselves, sector seven arresting them, finding out that the world has been visited by aliens, and now the world was in the same girls hands that was reading in front of the class not even two days ago.

It wasn’t fair. Mikeala knew it wasn’t fair-none if it was. She’ll never get over the girl's face, her plump lips downturned and her eyes furrowed in anguish. She was facing a war terrorist alone-and the fucking three of her friends were fucking sitting here cowering in an alleyway. Frustrated, Banes got out of the car slamming their door back in the process. Sam followed suit, a worried expression on his face.

“Y-you okay-what-“

“We need a new plan, right now.” Banes hissed, “w-we can’t just sit here and do nothing! She’s out there alone-alone Sam! Did you not see her face? I’ve never seen her make that face-!”

The girl stopped a stray tear escaping before roughly wiping it away. She looked over locking eyes with optics that seemed to dim lightly. Something within her stomach started to churn at that expression; she had made it so many times before. But who was he making it for?

“Bumblebee?”The black and yellow boy whirred lightly, showing her that she indeed had his attention. “You want to save your Storyteller right? The same girl you laid in the grass with?”

The scouts expression turned serious, servos turning to guns immediately shocking Sam.

“Wait-are you two thinking what I think you're thinking?”

“Gonna try and stop us?”

“No…” Sam smiled wildly, a look that the girl wasn’t expecting at all, “I’m just making sure that we’re all equally as crazy here.”

The two teens got back in the car, Mikeala revving the engine before looking back at the scout.

“I drive! you shoot!”

~ ✯ ~

With a huff and breathless groan the girl finally made it to the top of the roof, push the cube of the ledge she quickly leapt off the ladder and onto the roof. Grabbing the cube once more she broke off into the sprint seeing the helicopters in view.

“Hey! Hey! I’m here!” She rounded another turn scraping the flare against the way to get their attention, “I’m over here! Please! I’m right here!”

The girl. Was finally surrounded by hope, the helicopter slowly arriving in front of her as she quickly made way towards the sight. A soldier came forward, reaching out quickly for the cube. Just as (Y/n) made way to hand it over in the corner of her eye she saw a sight that made her heart quake.

“Watch out!”

“Missile!”

It was too late the missile was deployed and hit to the side of the helicopter sending it spiraling down below.

“No!” (Y/n) cried, “No! No! No!”

She crawled along the ground , letting out a pained whimper not daring to look at the deep gash on her leg. She willed herself to be pulled up before breaking off into a run once more. A servo emerging from one of the vents caused the girl to scream, backing away, seeing another emerge just as quickly as the first.

Panicking the girl looked around for a hiding spot, nothing to distract the con while she could. Looking around she spotted a pillar on the very ledge of the building.

‘I have lost my damn mind’

She made quick to hoist her up the best she could before speaking her body as best as she could behind the pillar. She willed her whole being not to look down at the city streets below, hoping praying that by some grace of god an autobot would see her up and be ready to catch if she falls.

“Tell me, is it fear or courage that compels you, storyteller?” Megatron growled, “the stories about you were legend back on cybertron. To hear of a rumor speaking personally to an autobot light years away before your time and here you are, trembling like a mere morsel to be eaten alive.”

(Y/n) looked around for any type of escape only to find the honking of horns and rumbled streets down below answering back at her. “Oh my god. Please I don’t wanna die!”

“Give me the All Spark and you may live to be my pet.”

The last edge to the war terrorist tone sent the girl leaning backwards only to regret it a second later when the rubble was starting under her feet. A gulp was taken along with a tear falling down her cheek. She read a lot about heroes in her time of living-the good and the bad.

The knights riding in on horses, the morally corrupt, all the way to the ones selfishly acting for the greater good. And she was about to be the one that dies in the end. It was funny really, the story she told the class a few days ago, the tragedy. A knight and his lover. But in her case there was no lover, if she had one they would be laying at her feet before she would join them in perlies abyss.

This is what she asked for right? To face her fears? To help the autobot cause, to join the fight for her planet?

“We all have roles to play within our own worlds whether it’s fighting a war or simply telling stories.”

She might have been born to fight a war, but she was to tell stories. And another way to tell a story to leave one through actions and shere bravery.

(Y/n) looked back at the deception, a brave face being displayed in contrast to the snot and tears on her face, “I’m never giving you this All Spark! Tell Ultron I said hello!”

“Oh so unwise.” Megatron snarled.

The girl screamed as the mace came down upon her, seeing her off the roof and towards the streets below. Only the impact never happened, she was caught firmly a few seconds later in a gentle grasp incased by metal.

Looking up the girl let out a nervous laugh at the sight of Optimus. “About time Prime! I thought I was dead!”

“I got you, storyteller.” Optimus placed the girl on his shoulder plates before making way down the building, “Hold on to the cube!”

Before the two were almost down to the ground Megatron hurled himself on top of them, throwing Optimus off balance and onto the rubble below. (Y/n) shook on Optimus’ chest holding the cube tightly.

“(Y/N),” Optimus uttered softly gaining the girl's attention, she shot up showing that he had her attention. “You risked your life to protect the Cube. “

She chuckled softly, “A family friend told me something once; No sacrifice, No Victory.”

“If I cannot defeat Megatron, you must push the cube into my chest. I will sacrifice myself to destroy it. Get behind me.”

“Wait-,” the girl started getting down her mind working overtime, “that isn’t right! There’s another logical way to solve this instead of killing you!”

“As of right now we don’t have time to think of one,” Optimus sat up from the missed concrete and broken cars, “I will say it has been an honor meeting you Storyteller.”

Turning to the war terrorist Optimus stood proudly ready to engage, “It’s you and me Megatron”

“No, it’s just me Prime.” Megatron snarled, sword at the ready.

“At the end of this day, one shall stand, one shall fall.”

“You still fight for the weak! That is why you lose!” Megatron growled before throwing Optimus to the other side of the building.

(Y/n) took cover in the chaos watching the two leaders fight. One good, one evil- the earth hanging in the balance along with a human shuffling about with a weapon or a source of life to be given. Megatron threw the Prime once again, causing (Y/n) to shout as it was too close for comfort.

“No no no no-“ Optimus wasn’t doing so well in the fight, making (Y/n)s nerves on edge, they had to have help come in from somewhere. Just as the girl was losing hope reinforcements arrived with soldiers flooding in, shooting and firing at Megatron the best they could. Now with having the upperhand Optimus was able to gain advantage giving hit after hit trying to overwhelm the Decipticon Leader.

“Damn you! Wretched thing! It’s Mine! All Spark!” Megagtron turn towards her, her stance ridged against the car watching the fight closely. She gripped the cube in frustration trying to think of a quick solution.

“(Y/n)! Put the Cube in my chest! Now!” Optimus ordered.

Wait ...if Optimus can die from the cube in his chest surely-.

(Y/n) stood up her decision final before looking over at the terrorist who’s plagued her whole life the moment she was told the stories about him. The good all the way to his genius crimes. She knew from this point forward, she couldn’t allow him the luxury of hiring or causing fear no longer. Autobot of deception alike.

“You want this fucking cube! Take it!”

“No, (Y/n)!”

The girl held up the cube to the Deceptions chest watching it light aflame with vigor along with the cube disengaging before her very eyes. Megatron shook and groaned the once blue spark tuning red, eating itself from the inside out, causing him to convulse on the ground painfully. The leader turned his head, reaching out towards her one more time before his red eyes dimmed. Lifeless.

Optimus walked over, seeming to be in a mix of disbelief and despair as he looked at the dead cybertronian before him, “You left me no choice, brother.”

(Y/n) watched the other Autobots crowded around, all seeming to be accounted for, except one black and yellow mech that was always on the back of her mind. Was he safe? Has his condition worsened? What about Sam and Mikaela?

Optimus drew the girl from her thoughts as he kneeled before her, “(Y/n), I owe you my life. We are in your debt.”

The girl shook her head, “No thank you, for believing in me.”

A car rolling to a stop catches the girl's attention, along with the car doors swinging open crazily. It was only a moment before the girl was tackled to the ground by Sam, the boy was shaking his breaking laborer as he held the girl's face in his hands. A second passed the two childhood best friends looking at one another before (Y/n) broke out into a laugh tears falling down her face before enveloping the make in an embrace.

“Did I do good Lord Witwicky?”

“You did better than good, you were fricken’ amazing. A better hero than I could ever be.”

“Alright move over!” Mikeala pushes Sam away slightly before planting a soft kiss on the girl's cheek before enveloping her in a hug. “Don’t ever do some dumb shit like that for a while okay?”

“A while?” (Y/n) giggled, “You act like I’m gonna do it more often?”

Banes smirked, “Knowing your predicament I wouldn’t be surprised if this is going to be your whole life.”

A whirr and a shift on the truck drags the girls attention to a flash of black and yellow. Her eyes watered over letting tears fall as eyes meet optics. She shakily walked over to Bumblebee, scared that if she breathed too hard the illusion of seeing her new friend would disappear as fast as he appeared behind her at that food truck.

Jazz leaned down slightly nudging bumblebee’s shoulder, “You gonna say something good?”

Ironhide gave a disapproving look, “don’t encourage that at this very moment. The girl almost died.”

The second in command nearly shrugged, before both mechs chuckled seeing how Bumblebee's door wings moved slightly in embarrassment. The scout wouldn't lie if the girl had been on helm the whole battle. Wondering if she was okay, if she remembered how to breathe, if Optimus got her in time-there were too many factors to consider. But here the girl was before him, still alive. One thing about humans they were clearly fragile from what he knows, but Primus-never had he thought this was a pleasing sight to see. The girl's hair was a mess, tears streamed down her cheeks-she a mess. And that's what made her perfect.

“Y-you’re okay,” (Y/n) sniffled. She placed her cut up hand on the mechs arm a soft nervous laugh leaving her lips, “I was so worried,”

Bumblebee simply let out a whirr of a sigh, basking in the attention the girl was giving him. He leaned down slightly to get a better view of her, only to be caught off guard with her wrapping her arms around his helm, cheek to faceplate. The mech's body grew warm-very aware of the stares from his fellow comrades that would most definitely tease him about it later.

She let go, a wide true smile on her face, “Thank you for everything Bee. Once Ratchet gets you fixed up, let's read some more at home yeah?”

The mech's door wings shot up excitedly. Was she-was she asking to see him more often? She wanted to spend time with him-outside of the assignment given to him!

Optimus stepped forward drawing attention of the other participants present, “We have lost comrades, but have gained new ones. Thank you, all of you. You honor us with your bravery.”

“Permission to speak, sir?” Bumblebee switched between channels settling on the temporary voice ratchet gave him a few years ago in a scrap heap. It wasn't his true voice-but it was something.

“Permission granted, old friend.”

“You speak now?” Sam said ludicrously. Mikeala broke out into a laugh along with (Y/n) in response, The teen boy looked back and forth between them, “Are you seriously laughing-he's been using the radio!”

(Y/n) shoved Sam lightly, “I love him using the radio. It adds character.”

The scout perked up at that, his decision final. “I wish to stay with the girl and the boy.”

Upon hearing the scouts request Optimus looked down at Sam and (Y/n). He wasn't against the mech being with the two teens in fact he would like to encourage it. Bumblebee had to grow up at an early age, not being allowed the luxuries of having fun with others his age. Maybe this would be a great start for a new beginning for him. “If that is their choice.”

The two friends looked at one another, wide smiles upon their faces.

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

Bumblebee whirred happily with his charges' decisions. Mentally already preparing himself for the endless summer of fun they were going to have. First he was going to need his legs of course…

(Y/n) let out a yawn shocking Sam and Mikeala, “okay, this is all great but my battery is running low and i need three days worth of sleep for sure.”

Sam ran a hand down his face, “You couldn't just bask in the moment huh?”

“No. We all have our limits Samuel. We just saved the fucking world, I think we deserve some sleep.”

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HoneyBee

Chapter One: Three Wheels Not Four

‘We all have roles to play within our own worlds; whether it’s fighting a war or simply telling stories’ - Bumblebee (Bee)

Tossing her school bag on the couch, (Y/n) made her way to the kitchen for an afternoon snack. The teacher indeed gave them a pop quiz but she was ready for it, she passed with a nice ninety five. She grabbed the bag of ranch Doritos from the bowl, before grabbing water from the fridge.

“(Y/n)? Is that you sweetheart?,” Nana emerged from the hallway, watching her granddaughter popping a couple of chips in her mouth. “I thought you’d be helping Sammy with cleaning his car today?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to come home and spend time with you ,” Both women walked to the living room, the news playing on the tv in the background, “besides, Sam has Miles. He doesn’t need me.”

Nana cocked a brow at her harsh tone when talking about Sam. Ever since yesterday she couldn’t help but feel jealous as he excitedly drove her home in the new vehicle. She wondered what it would’ve felt like to drive that car home herself. The insignia on the wheel reminded her so much of her grandfather and she pretty much gave it away without a fight.

“Is this about the car?” Her grandmother asked. (Y/n) grumbled in confirmation, crossing her legs on the floor before opening the edited page of her storybook she was writing.

“I had the money, it should’ve picked me.”

“Should've picked you? Are you saying the car chose Samuel?”

(Y/n) hummed with her mouth full.

Nana sighed, walking over to the couch and sitting right next to her.

“Did he know you wanted the car?” She looked at her grandmother before swallowing.

“No, because if I did he would’ve let me have it.”

“How much was it?”

“It was five grand at first, but after a high pitched noise rang out from the car all the other cars windows busted open-,” She chuckled at the memory remembering Bobby’s face, “then it was lowered back down to four grand. The car chose Sam, Nana. It didn’t matter if it had that damn insignia from Pops stories-“

“Insignia?! Which one?!”

(Y/n) looked over at the elder, the woman’s face was horrified at the mention of the symbol they’d seen so many times before. To attempt to calm her she spoke quickly.

“The good one, Nana. Not the evil one I promise-“

“Did it say anything?!”

“Say anything?!,” (Y/n) laughed a bit, Nana didn’t smile, “It’s a car! It can’t speak, let alone communicate-“

“(Y/n),” the teen stopped at the tone, looking at her grandmother as the smile faded, “this is serious-I told him we needed to tell you sooner-!”

They’re conversation cut off with bubbly ringtone from (Y/n)’s phone, Destiny Childs voices rang out as she fumbled towards the kitchen and rummaged through the bag. Looking at the caller id she grimaced before answering.

‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear’

“What is it Sam?”

“H-hey! Uh, I know you said you wanted to relax today, but there’s this party at the lake-“

“No-“

“I-I didn’t even get to finish!” Sam was frantic at her tone, usually when she spoke to him like that it meant she was upset. He noticed she seemed a bit off today, but he didn't know what could’ve pissed her off. “Listen-please-I don’t want to be alone with Miles while there, a-and I need your support.”

“Sam, you know how I feel about parties. Besides it won’t be that bad it’s not like they can kick you out, you don’t need me-“

The phone was abruptly snatched from her hand, (Y/n) stared at her grandmother in shock as she started to talk to Sam in her stead. Her mouth was agape, a finger was held up in her face as she tried to get near.

“Hello Sammy! How was your day at school today?,” Nanas tone was sweet, no malice or mischief underlying her words, “That’s great dear-I overheard about a party? Oh! By the lake, how many people will be there?”

‘Is she serious?! I said no!’

“Nana no-“ She was cut off with her hand being hit as she reached for the phone. It stung a bit, but not in comparison as the searing hot embarrassment that flooded her face.

“That’s good, I'll have (Y/n) ready in a few minutes. Make sure you bring her home no later than ten, okay? And make sure she socializes,” Nana sent a smile at her granddaughter, eyes challenging her, “Buh Bye now!,”

The two women looked at eachother, (Y/n) glared.

“I’m not going.”

~✯~

(Y/n) couldn’t believe she was sitting in the backseat. If anything she should be sitting shotgun instead of Miles, but when she came out from Sam honking the horn , the bastard pointed to the back while her friend sent an apologetic smile.

‘I didn’t even want to come, but that old woman threatened to take away my laptop!’

The car ride was smooth with a few bumps here and there as they headed towards the lake. To be honest, she loved coming to this lake for the food trucks, and when it had nice weather it was a good time to write underneath a tree. Not to mention people seemed more friendly when she went there, that thought was erased quickly when she reminded herself that there was a party.

“Are you sure we’re invited to this party ?” Miles spoke over the radio.

(Y/n) had requested the channel, and out of spite he tried to turn it to a different one. Key word tried, the radio glitched out and put on the channel she requested to her utmost pleasure. She rubbed the car seat out of thanks, and it almost felt like her gratitude was recognized.

“It’s a lake, it’s public property”

“Trent and his lackeys are going to be there,” She interjected.

They pulled through the park's entrance. It was busy; people were throwing frisbees, others enjoying some food, and some just enjoyed the music dancing. She looked around, spotting the food trucks on the other side of the lake.

“They’ll force us to leave if he spots us.”

“He’ll force us to leave, not you.” Sam countered.

(Y/n) frowned, “What?”

Sam parked the car with a rolling stop before looking back at her, “Don't do that. Look, everyone saw how he was looking at you in class yesterday. If anyone has a chance of staying, it’s you.”

Miles nodded his head in agreement, “Which is weird because I didn’t know he liked black-“A smack to the head from Sam cut him off. Her friend sent him a warning glare to say it again.

(Y/n) ignored Miles and stared at Sam shocked, “So this is why you invited me?! Because I’m bait for you guys to stay!,” She placed her hand on the car door and pulled, unfortunately Sam locked it. “Let me out Sam-“

“I’m sorry-this was my one chance! H-here how much do you want?,” Sam dove for his wallet, pulling out a nice twenty, “I know how much you like food trucks-j-just please don’t leave.”

“I think we can get chicks without her,” Miles said.

“Oh please, knowing the both of you, they’d run away after a few words of interaction with you,” (Y/n) cocked a brow at Miles, “Especially you-“

“Guys! Look, let’s get out and have fun alright?”

“Fine,” Both of the teens murmured.

All three of them got out, (Y/n) placing a soft pat on the roof as she parted with the vehicle. She looked around at the large amount of trucks around the lake, they were cool but she preferred lower cars to chill out in. Miles started to make his way towards a tree much to Sam's dismay. She pocketed the twenty and looked around seeing four food trucks in the distance to choose from.

Upon spotting the three, and Miles' dumbass actions, Trent and his posse started making their way towards the vehicle.

“Hey bro! You got a car? It’s nice!,” Trent spoke casually, Mikaela had herself wrapped around his torso, looking in (Y/n)’s direction. She brushed it off, seeing it as an alpha female ordeal.

“Hey!”

“So what are you guys doing here?,”

“Here to climb this tree.”

(Y/n) cringed, even she could’ve come up with a better excuse than that.

“So I see,” he turned to (Y/n), “I never took you as a tree hugger?”

“I’m not, I came for the food,” She gestured over to the food trucks, “they’re really good”

Trent nodded, “So I’ve heard. You know-I thought I recognized you-,” he turned back to Sam, “You tried out for the football team last year, right?”

(Y/n) tried not to smirk at the memory, she remembered how Sam didn’t get back up after he was tackled. In his mothers steed she helped him back home along with Nana, in efforts to cheer him up they took him out to eat. She remembered how upset he was as both of them laid down on her grandmother's couch, his head on her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair. She let him vent to his heart's content, it hurt seeing him so distraught but after giving him the advice of him not needing to be on the team to find ‘the one’ he was in high spirits once more.

“Oh no no-oh that no! That wasn’t like a real tryout. I was researching a book I was writing.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What's it about? Sucking at sports?”

Sam laughed, “No it’s about the link between brain damage and football.” (Y/n)’s jaw dropped with a smile.

“No no it’s a good book! Your friends will love it-it’s got mazes in it and you know little coloring areas-sections-pop up pictures- a lot of fun!”

‘He murdered him! I’ve never been so proud!’

“That’s funny,” Trent started towards him.

“Okay, okay! Stop,” Mikaela got in between the two of them. She looked back at (Y/n) with a smile. “I love your top (Y/n)! I’m used to you wearing graphic tees!”

She understood the girl's shock, after all the outfit she was wearing was due to her Nana. Her shorts were black short jeans with rhinestones along the pocket, with a nice crop baby phat white tank. Sam even looked at her longer when she walked towards the car when he first picked her up, why she didn’t understand.

“Well-uh, I wanted to try something new,” (Y/n)'s smile was awkward as she quickly became flustered under Mikaela's stare. “It was sitting in my closet for a long time-“

“You should wear them more often! It really suits your figure, along with the style you chose for your hair,” Trent stared at the two girls with a smirk before turning his head back to his lackeys. “Are you planning on staying?”

“Actually,” Trent cut in on their conversation, well if you could even call it that, based on how much Mikaela spoke compared to her, “There’s another party I know that we could go to. (Y/n) is more than welcome to tag along.”

Sam looked towards his friend in shock, he knew she wouldn’t be in trouble but he hadn’t expected her to be invited to hang out with them. She looked back towards him and shrugged in confusion.

‘I dunno don’t look at me!’

“Nah, I’m good. I’d rather stay with the food trucks-“

“You serious? And stay with those two?”

“‘Those two’ are my friends,” (Y/n) glanced at the two of them at her right, “Sam especially, I’m not leaving without him.”

Trent scoffed, “Suit yourself,” he turned and headed towards his truck with Mikaela in tow. The girl looked back at her, a sad frown on her face as if she was apologizing.

“Well, that was a dumpster fire” She turned to Sam. “I’m going to those food trucks, I shouldn't be long.”

Before Sam could respond she was already on her way, the delicious aroma of options wafted in the air before she even made it to her destination. Once the trucks were in view, she almost wanted to spend her whole allowance from this week on one specific one, ‘Honey’s Waffles’. The waffle truck had many options, the most popular was the waffle and chicken bites coated in honey and the sundae with the customers choice of toppings.

Two people were currently in line whereas the crowd were either enjoying the food or waiting for their order. It wasn’t long before it was her turn, the order was quite simple; She’d have the sundae right now then the waffle bites back at home for dinner. The price wasn’t bad, in fact she had five fifty left, once she headed back to a nearby treat to wait.

It felt like an hour before they called her number, her steps here happy and quick. She grabbed the paper bag and plate in thanks, she quickly turned only to smack face first in someone’s chest. Panicking, she looked down to see her sundae smashed into the boy's stomach, she quickly sat the paper bag down and grabbed napkins from the truck's table.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!,” (Y/n) rubbed the stranger's chest in embarrassment trying to get the ice cream off. “I’m sorry about your shirt! I think it’s pretty much done for since it’s white-b-but if you want I could get you another-,”

Soft hands stopped hers abruptly, she finally looked up to the strangers face and boy did she wanna melt. His eyes were a sharp blue, with dirty blonde framing his face nicely. His skin was barely tanned, a pinkish hue on his cheeks. He was smiling playfully, not a hint of agitation in sight.

“Hey, let’s calm down now, it’s an accident-no harm done,” He guided her hands away inspecting the damped shirt, most of the toppings were smeared on it but other than that the ice cream was gone, “I’ll just replace it. It was pretty old anyway.”

(Y/n) felt horrible, she’d always find a way to be clumsy at the worst possible time.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” She wanted to make amends with the boy, she felt a pull each time he looked up at her after looking at the shirt.

The boy hummed, before looking at the truck. “I heard a lot of people talking about this ‘sundae’ from here, although this wasn’t my idea of trying it,” he laughed a bit before stopping seeing the girl's anxious state.

He gave her a kind smile, “How about we share one?”

(Y/n) blinked, “Share?”

“Yeah! We can order another and enjoy it and make up for the one lost.”

She pressed her lips together before nodding, it wouldn’t hurt to share the treat with someone. Afterall she did ruin his clothing by accident. It wasn’t long for the food truck to whip up another sundae handing it off to the two of them. The boy gestured over to the grass area underneath the trees to eat.

They both sat comfortably in silence as they shared the sweet treat, each time their hands brushed a shot of electricity through the girl. It left so nice, and euphoric that she was almost scared. The only boy she’d been this close too with sharing something was Sam, and everything they did was platonic. She’ll admit, in the past she tried to make moves on Sam, but the boy was so dense about her crush that each time he mentioned another girl a part of her died.

“Do you come here often?”

(Y/n) snapped out of the memory at the abrupt question, “Oh-uh- I used to with my grandfather. We’d sit over there in the clearing and write stories or focus on my homework.” She gestured over to the clean grass area with picnic blankets and lawn chairs.

The boy hummed, “I can see why it would be a good spot,” He took another bite of the waffle, the caramel topping glazing his pink lips. “It has enough shade so no one will get overheated.”

“You said you write stories? What kind?”

The girl finished her bite of the treat before answering, “Depends on my mood, I have three in horror, seven in medieval, nine in romance-,”

“Nine in romance-?,”

“A girl has her needs-,” She was quick to defend before continuing “eighteen in sci-fi-most of them got scrapped-and at least a hundred in robotics that have been passed down in my family.”

A smile made way on (Y/n)s lips as she remembered the large thick red book at home that she has yet to fill, “Soon I’ll add fifty or more to my family's tradition.”

The boy cocked his head in interest, “Your family has a tradition to share stories of robots?” She looked at him and couldn’t help the frown on her face as she assumed the worst.

“Now don’t start thinking I’m weird-“

“No-no! Never! I was just asking because it sounded really cool, do you have any with you at the moment to share?”

(Y/n) sighed and shook her head, “No, they're all at my Nana's house. I don't take those books with me unless I know they'll be protected. They are old after all,” She turned her head towards him, “Why?”

He licked his lip, blue eyes darting over her face in growing anxiety, “Y-your voice is really nice,” He stiffened before shaking his head, “I-I meant to say, I think you'd be good at reading to others,”

The girl huffed a soft pout in remembrance of her grandfather's words. (Y/n) was used to compliments on her voice while reading, however not many people made her feel the way she felt at the moment with the compliment. She noticed how she placed others in a trance while reading, the emotions flowed naturally as the scene unfolded before them in a variety of colors. She wondered sometimes if others could see it too, the characters moving behind them, the tears of victory and frustration unraveling with each line that left from her lips.

“I've heard that many times,” She smiled softly, looking at the leftover sweet treat, the icecream on the wrapper dripped onto the grass. “I'd much rather be living the life of a character, to help fight, or to simply show that simple act of bravery.”

A comfortable moment of silence passed between the two. Two minutes passed before the handsome boy spoke again.

“But you already are,”(Y/n) shifted her focus back to him in shock, the words rolled off his tongue confidently as he stared at her. “We focus so much on what we could’ve been and what we could be instead of what we already are. We all have roles to play within our own worlds whether it’s fighting a war or simply telling stories.”

The two of them stared at each other for a moment as the words settled in the air, (Y/n) seemed to get lost in the blue eyes as well as the boy's expression of such security. She felt safe and warm. Oddly enough, she never wanted to leave from the spot she sat with him. He was so sweet and quiet yet she didn't even know his name.

(Y/n) was quick to gain confidence by asking, she wanted to see him again. Once again, her chance to get what she wanted was blown away as a horn went off near where the two sat. The boy seemed to flinch with the aggression behind the horn, she mentally apologized.

She looked behind her and found Sam staring right at her with a surprise sitting in the passenger seat. Mikaela stared at her with an awkward smile she could muster, and in courtesy she did to, in order not to be rude. Although behind the face of kindness she was practically steaming in anger, she really couldn’t catch a break with Sam lately.

“(Y/N)! We have to go!,” Same eyed the stranger as he addressed her, something flashed behind his eyes that she couldn’t quite catch. Whether it was hurt or something else she didn't know, but she didn't care at the moment, she wanted to get the boy's name and number.

“I-Im sorry,” She whipped her head towards the boys disappointed expression, “ I see your friend needs you-”

“No-NO! He can wait, that's how he is sometimes, quite impatient,” The both of them stood up, throwing the wrappers of the waffle sundae away and the boy handing over the paper bag to her, “Um-I realized I never got your name.”

Blue eyes meet hers with an awkward smile , “The names bum-BEE! My name is Bee,” He was quick to correct himself.

(Y/n) laughed at his awkwardness, before giving a kind smile, “It's nice to meet you Bee. As you heard from my friend-unfortunately-my name is (Y/n).”

His posture relaxed, “That's a beautiful name-”

The horn blared again, this time drawing more attention over to the two and the black and yellow car. Bee looked irritated for a moment, casting a side glance towards Sam who spoke to the girl in the passenger's seat shaking his head.

‘I'm going to kill him’

“I hope to see you around sometime! There's a library that my family owns five blocks from here! I work Monday, Wednesday and Friday!,” (Y/n) informed, walking back towards the car.

The boy nodded, his eyes and smile never leaving as he looked at her, “Got it! Monday, Wednesday and friday. Five blocks.” He recited.

The girl nodded and with that she waved goodbye getting into the back seat of the vehicle. Unbeknownst to her the boy's smile dropped sadly, kicking a rock around at the ruined moment the two had. His mission was to protect her-to protect her and Sam-not look at her in that light. With a sigh, he went behind the tree the two of them were before and let his form fade out with a deep breath.

Once the girl was in the car, both friends glared at each other as if each one of them had committed a sin. Mikaela saw the situation and wondered how long the two of them would keep communicating with those expressions. She had never seen (Y/n) look so upset as she did now, the girl had her arms crossed defensively, eyes daring for Sam to choose his words wisely.

Sam gave up and faced towards the road, with a sigh he drove out of the park. The tension eventually eased a bit after the girl in the back physically relaxed showing she wasn’t as heated as before, causing the boy to do the same. The driver took this as a chance to speak to Mikaela who-stubbly-was gazing at the girl in the backseat through the side mirror.

“So-uh-,”

“I can’t believe that I'm here right now.” The brunette spoke.

Sam and (Y/n) both looked at eachother, one feeling quite awkward while the other was irritated.

“Y-you can duck down if you want,” Sam spoke nervously, “It won't hurt our feelings,”

“Oh! No! I didn't mean about you-either of you. I just meant like-this situation-the same situation that I'm always in. Cuz-I dunno-I have a weakness perhaps for guys-with tight abs, a-and really big arms.”

The girl in the back cocked a brow at the specific detail of what the female liked. It was no secret Mikaela was known for dating jocks, but (Y/n) preferred the ones slightly fit and smart. Sam looked down at his arms for a minute and she tried her best not to warn the girl in the front to save herself from the awkward situation that was about to transpire.

“Big arms?,” He looked around the car for a moment, “Well-uh-I put a couple new additions to the car. L-like I just put in that light there-and that disco ball-so the light reflects off the disco ball.” Sam flexed his arm pointing to the front and back seat.

“Huh,”

(Y/n) let out a snicker at his helplessness trying to impress Mikaela. Sam glared at her in the rearview shutting her up. The car was quiet once more until the brunette spoke.

“A-are you new to school this year? Is this your first year?,”

“O-oh no, no. We've been in the same school since first grade,”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, a long time. Me and (Y/n) practically were inseparable then,” Sam’s voice softened towards the end as he said her name, Mikaela didn't notice.

“Do we have any classes together?”

“Yeah, Yeah-”

“History, Language Arts, Math, Science-,”

“Sam-Sam Wilkiky.” Mikaeal tried.

“It's Witwicky,” (Y/n) corrected from the back. The girl in the front seemed to get flustered from her correction of her friends name. She wasn’t trying to intervene but she was frankly tired of her showing she never knew he existed.

“Y-you know-Im so sorry-I just didn't recognize you,” Mikaela expressed

“W-well-that's understandable-,”

The car suddenly started to sputter, drawing (Y/n) to lean to the front-ignoring the gaze placed on her from the passenger's seat. All of a sudden the radio switched around, turning on a song she was all too familiar with. Cringing, she watched as Sam pulled up to a cliffside as the love song sounded through the speakers.

‘When i get that feelin-’’

“This radio is like-”

“The radio has been messing up since he got it,” (Y/n) cut Sam off saving him the embarrassment, she turned to Mikaela putting up her hair as the car rolled to a stop. Sam was trying to push her gently in the backseat as he tried to explain further it wasn’t him doing it. She sighed noticing the girls apprehensive expression, “I know that you think Sam is trying something on you but trust me this fool is incapable of pulling it off,”

“No of course not-I trust your judgment,” She seemed to be staring at her intently, eyes scanning about her face as if reading it. The two women stare at each other for a moment as Sam babbles behind (Y/n) alluding to how the scenario isn't romantic and that's not what friends do.

Mikaela broke eye contact and sighed, “Just pop the hood,” she got out while Sam did the same. He sent (Y/n) a pleading look before closing the driver's door.

The girl sighed in frustration and crawled over the arms rest to sit in the driver's seat. It bothered (Y/n) to no end that Mikaela just had to tag along with no explanation, and not only that they got all this time together but when she met that boy she only had a few minutes with him. She snuggled into the driver's seat and stroked the insignia, a frown placed on her lips as she overheard Sam question Mikaela a bit.

“It's not fair,” The words slipped from her lips in a petty tone, it was unnatural-she didn't understand why she was feeling so deep about the situation. “You should’ve been my car-I should’ve been able to talk to him, everything I want gets taken away from me.”

The bitterness simmered and soon turned grim as she looked through the front windshield watching Sam practically drool over the brunette's slim stomach. She looked down and examined herself, feeling around in her tight curly locs in comparison to Mikaela's hair that Sam's hesitant hands could easily glide through when drawing her closer. Her stomach twisted as she imagined her friend kissing the girl currently working on the car, everything was so bittersweet and cruel.

‘What makes me so undesirable compared to her?’

She looked away from the unfolding sight, with a sigh she decided to get back in the backseat. She messed with the paper bag a bit, placing her hand on the bottom. The food was surprisingly still warm. Leaning back in the backseat she allowed herself to relax, closing her eyes from the long day of events.

(Y/n) felt her body drift within the dark abyss of her mind , the seat was gone in place was her room-bears littered the floor, bed a mess with blankets scattered. She was staring out the window, her arms were chilly and bare in comparison to the lace underwear that covered her bottom. It was an odd feeling, her back increased in warmth, a soft breath near her ear as an utterance of a few words flipped her stomach and mood.

‘Well see eachother again soon sweet spark.’

She could feel it, soft broad scared hands brushed over her arms-hesitant-in comfort of showing she wasn’t alone. She wanted to be enveloped in that sweet must of honey that wafted over her senses. The afro haired girl could still picture the stranger behind her based on ara, the brush of the lips were enough to send her into orbit.

‘Your out of your mind if you think your undesirable’

Gazing into the window's reflection she could barely make him out, but one thing stood out the most was the sharp blue eyes staring back at her. The lips traveled down to her neck, a soft kiss being placed bringing her back to reality.

(Y/n ) whirled around in her seat finding no one in sight, her heart hammered in her chest as a cruel warmth developed down below. The sinful thoughts rushed through her mind as her imagination ran wild from the scene that happened a second ago.

“What was-”

‘What the hell was that?’

The ‘dream’ or whatever it was was cut short after she felt the lips connect with her neck. It felt too real, the hands were still tingling on her skin.

(Y/n) snapped out of her trance as Sam got back in the car trying to start it up once more. Gaining her bearings she turned back into their conversation.

“Y-you know, I was thinking. If Trent's such a jerk why do you hang out with him?” He started up a few times in vain, enough time for Mikaela to shake her head and start to walk away.

“You know what, I think I'll just walk. I hope you guys fix the car.” She grabbed her bag out of the backseat sending (Y/n) an apologetic smile before leaving.

“And there she goes.”

“Bye-walkings healthy right?,” Her friend got in the driver's seat, his movements were frantic as he panicked, “No no no no no-come on please! Please, you gotta work for me now.”

(Y/n)’s heart twisted, with a soft plea she uttered “please, help him”

The car started up, ‘Baby come back’ by Player blasted through the speakers causing (Y/n) to let out a burst of laughter as Sam slammed the hood down. He quickly got back in and made a u-turn to drive back up to Mikaela.

“Hey!Hey-wait a second,”

The girl laughed, staring at Sam with a playful look. The infatuation was there, Sam might have not been able to see it yet but it was there. She was into him. (Y/n) couldn’t believe he did it, the moment she got back into the car all smiles and buckled into the seat she knew it was over.

Sam Witwicky will never fall in love with her.

And at that moment when the two in front smiled at each other as if it was fate, she soon learned it was never meant to be anyway. A small smile graced her lips. It was a bit sad, however she remembered the illusion from earlier when the hands resembled the boys from the park. She didn't know if it was her intuition going off like crazy but what she did know was, she'd see that boy again soon.

The drive to Mikaela's home wasn’t awkward, in fact it was quite comfortable, the girls talked here and there about college as Sam drove, the night was pretty in comparison to the city lights shown as they drove on the dark streets.

“I have a question (Y/n)?” Mikaela started, her smile was warm in her direction.

“Shoot,”

“About that boy from earlier, did you get his number? I've never seen you pay anyone any mind but-the interaction between the two of you seemed different,”

“Different? Different how?” (Y/n) questioned

“I dunno-like you two were meant to meet-just under different circumstances,” The brunette noticed the girl crossing her legs in thought, she seemed to be flustered remembering the interaction. “I bet you two would’ve talked longer if Mr. Impatient did not intervene-”

“He was a stranger-”

“Strangers make up for the best love stories,” Mikaela smiled.

Sam shook his head, he clearly disagreed with entertaining the idea that the stranger was meant for (Y/n). He frankly didn't see the girl with anyone anytime soon and he didn't know if he was ready to do so. Sure it might have seemed selfish to want her for himself but he couldn't help but imagine the scenario over and over of her bringing a guy up to him in introduction. Call it older brother instinct or something a bit more personal.

The car was silent as they rolled to a stop in front of Mikaela's house.

Sam cleared his throat, “There it is,”

The brunette smiled, “I had fun-um-so also thanks for listening. Both of you are pretty cool,”

“Uh well-yeah, yeah,”

“He means, your welcome. Anytime,” (Y/n) spoke kindly.

A moment of silence was interrupted by Mikaela's worries, “You-You guys think I'm shallow? Huh?,”

“Huh? No no-,”

“At first, yeah-,”

“(Y/n)-!”

“But you proved me wrong. Sam never thought of you that way though. He always spoke highly of you.”

Mikaela turned to Sam, “Yeah?”

“Yeah-I think-um-there's more than meets the eye with you.”

The girl smiled, clearly pleased with Sams-awkward-yet sweet declaration of his viewpoint, “I’ll-uh-see you guys in school. Last few days will be busy but-I hope to hang out some more.”

“Alright.”

With that the girl left, the two friends watched as she made it in safely before (Y/n) hopped in the passenger seat. She looked at Sam's happy expression with a cocked eyebrow, he looked as if he won a lottery.

“Oh god, I love my car.”

‘For all the wrong reasons’

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