Bold = Authors Note/Opening Sequence/Place
'Italic' = Thoughts
Normal Italic = Emphasis
Underlined = POV Change
(Y/n) = Your Name
(M/n) = Middle Name
(E/c) = Eye Color
(S/k) = Skin Color
(H/c) = Hair Color
(H/l) = hair length
(F/c) = Favorite Color(s)
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Your POV
Sam and I were in our last class of the day: history. It was kind of like a show and tell day because everyone had a project where we had to do research something and bring in objects related to that something. I did mine already, but now Sam was up.
"Okay, Mr. Witwicky, you're up." My teacher, Mr. Hosney said.
Sam went up and dumped the contents of his bag on the table. "Sorry, I got a lot of stuff." He put his bag on the floor. "For my project-"
He stopped as he got shot with a rubber band. Trent looked around innocently, even though it was him who shot the band.
"Who did... Who did that? People! Responsibility." Mr. Hosney sat down and gestured for Sam to continue.
"Okay. Um... For my project, I decided to do it on (Y/n) and I's great-great-grandfather, who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle," he pulled up a map, "which is a big deal. In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf. So that's the story, right?" He set the map down and grabbed other stuff. "And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th-century seamen." The class (besides me) started laughing, so Mr. Hosney held up a "QUIET" sign. "This here is the quadrant, which you can get for 80 bucks."
I set my head on my desk. 'Sam, no.'
"It's all for sale, by the way. Like this sextant here." The class started laughing again, but then they stopped. "$50 for this, which is a bargain."
I looked up and rested my chin in my palm.
"These are pretty cool. These are his glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things."
"Are you going to sell me his liver?"
Sam slowly put the glasses down.
"Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell. It's the 11th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing." Mr. Hosney said.
"I know, I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards our car fund. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take PayPal. And cold, hard cash works, too. And the compass-"
"Sam." I said.
"Right, right. Unfortunately, our great-great-grandfather, the genius he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward," he brought up a paper with different symbols on them and a newspaper from that time, "drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he discovered." The bell rang and we all packed up our stuff. I didn't listen to the teacher as I went up to Sam.
"I'll be waiting in the car. You better get that A." I left the school and got into the back of Dad's car.
"What'd you get?"
I pulled out my report card. "A+" I said with a smile.
"Good job! Now we wait to see if Sam actually gets it." Dad said as we waited for him.
'Come on, Sam. You can do it.' I prayed.
A couple minutes later, he came running out with the biggest smile on his face. "YES! Yes, yes!" He put his bag in the back, next to me, and got in the passengers seat.
"So?" Dad asked.
"A-. It's an A, though." Sam said as he held up his report card, but due to his excitement, he was shaking it.
"Wait, wait, wait. I can't see." Dad grabbed it and looked. "It's an A."
"So I'm good?" Sam asked.
"You're both good."
"LETS GO!" I yelled and put my arms in the air. "Ceeelebrate good times, come on!" I sang and Sam laughed as we drove off.
We drove into the parking lot for the Porsche cars. "I got a little surprise for you guys." Dad said.
"What kind of supr..." Sam started to say.
"Yeah, a little surprise."
"No. No, no, no, no! Dad! You've got to be kidding!" Sam said excitedly.
"Yeah, I am." Sams spirit dropped. "You're not getting a Porsche." Dad and I laughed.
"You think that's funny?" Sam asked.
"Yes." I responded.
"Yeah, I think it's funny." Dad said.
"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked.
"You think I'd really get you a Porsche for your first car?" Dad asked.
"I don't want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing."
"Oh, come on. It was a practical joke!"
"It wasn't a funny joke." Sam and Dad argued while I looked ahead at some of the cars. We parked at the old car dealership and got out.
"Here? No, no, no. What is this? You said half a car, not half a piece of crap, Dad." Sam said as I shrugged. I kinda expected this from Dad. He's cheap.
"When I was your age-"
'Oh, dear god. Not listening to this "when I was your age" shit.'
"-you ever see a 40-year-old virgin? That's what this is, and that's a 50-year-old virgin." Sam said comparing two cars.
"Okay." Dad nodded.
"You want us to live that life?" Sam gestured to me and himself.
"Oh, (y/n), get up here, and stop lagging behind. You're so quiet, I forgot you were here." Dad said as he grabbed my arm and put me next to him.
"Wow, thanks, Dad." I said.
"Hello, customers!" A black guy said as he came out of the store. Pretty sure he was the owner.
(MY AUTOCORRECT CORRECTED OWNER TO WEINER IM DYING)
He shook Dad's hand. "Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs. How can I help you?" He laughed.
"Well, my children here, looking to buy their first car." Dad said as he put both his hands on Sam and I's shoulders.
"You come to see me?" Bobby asked.
"Had to." Sam and I said in a flat tone.
"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B., baby. Uncle Bobby B." He said as he held out his hand.
"Sam." Sam said as he shook his hand.
"(Y/n)." I said as I shook it after.
"Sam, (Y/n), let me talk to you." He put his arms around our shoulders and I immediately stiffened. "Your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods. Let me tell you something. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine."
We nodded. "Listen, I'm a lot of things, but a liar's not one of 'em. Especially not in front of my mammy." He pointed to a lady sitting under an umbrella in her front yard. "That's my mammy. Hey, mammy!"
She gave him the finger.
"Oh, don't be like that. I tell you, she deaf, you know? Well, over here, every piece of car a man or woman might want or need." Bobby said as we walked over to a yellow Camaro with black racing stripes.
"This one's cool. It's got racing stripes." Sam said and I nodded as I put my hand on the hood.
"Yup. It's got racing...What the heck is this?" Bobby talked with his friend as Sam and I got in the car. Sam got in the drivers while I got in the passengers.
He was feeling the wheel when he said "Feels good."
I put my seatbelt on before I stretched in my seat. "Yeah it does." I relaxed, closing my eyes and getting the feel for the car.
"Don't fall asleep."
"Har har." I sarcastically laughed as I opened my eyes and glared at him.
"How much?" Dad asked.
"Well, considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job-"
"Yeah, but the paints faded." Sam said and Bobby leaned down to Sam.
"Yeah, but it's custom."
"Custom faded?" I asked as I leaned forward to look at him.
"Well, this is your first car. I wouldn't expect you two to understand." I rose my eyebrow.
"Five grand." Bobby said.
"What?!" Sam and I looked at each other.
"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." Dad said.
"Kids, come on, get out. Get out the car." Bobby said.
"No, please! Dad!" I whined as I gripped the seatbelt.
"But you said the cars pick their drivers!" Sam said.
"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out the car." Bobby pointed outwards.
Bobby walked around and got in an old yellow Beetle. Me, being the stubborn teen I am, crossed my arms and ignored Bobby.
The seatbelt tightened around me as Sam got out. He shut his door and my door flung open and hit the Beetle over a foot and into some other stuff.
"(Y/n)-" Sam started to say.
"I didn't do anything." I said as I put my hands up.
Dad asked Bobby if he was alright. Bobby said he was fine and then yelled for his coworkers to come bang the dent out.
"Greater than man." The radio went off.
"Huh?" I looked at it. A loud ringing went out so I covered my ears. The windows of all the cars around us started exploding, so I screamed and ducked further down. When it was all over, I hesitantly looked up to see Bobby looking around in shock. He turned to dad.
"$4,000." His voice cracked as he held up four fingers.
Sam looked through the window and we both smiled really big at each other.
Time skip
I was in my room, drawing in my notebook, when Sam came in.
"Hey, uh, do you wanna go to the party at the lake with me?"
I squinted at him.
He sighed. "Okay, and Miles."
I sighed.
"Please?"
"Fine." I said. He closed my door and left as I got on some tennis shoes.
We went outside and I walked on the path and Sam walked on the grass. I didn't want to hear Dad's yapping, so I went and got in the back seat of the car. I leaned my head against the seat and sighed.
"I do not want Miles to come with." I mumbled and the seatbelt slightly tightened around me. I patted it as Sam got in the drivers seat.
"I want you home at 11:00!" Mom yelled
"Yeah, all right." Sam said.
"And, please, for the love of god, drive safely!"
"I'll make sure he does!" I yelled.
After picking up Miles, we got close to the lake.
"Dude, are you sure were invited to this party?" Miles asked.
"Of course, Miles. It's a lake. Public property." Sam said.
We pulled up and parked and Sam suddenly started smacking Miles' arm.
"Oh, my god, dude, Mikaela's here. Just don't do anything weird, all right?" Sam asked as they got out. "(Y/n), you coming?"
"Nah, I'm gonna stay with Bee."
"Bee? Who's Bee?" Sam asked.
I pointed to the little bumblebee picture that was hanging from the mirror. "Bee. That's what I'm calling him."
"Oh, so it's a "he" now?"
"Oh, shut up and go talk to your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend." Sam said as they started to walk away.
"You wish she was!" I yelled from out the window before I sat back down.
I put my hands on the console and stretched. My wrists dug into it as they slid to the front of it towards the radio. I felt the car almost shiver, so I stopped and looked up.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Perfect!" The radio cut in at a high pitch.
I tilted my head in confusion before I looked up. Miles was in a tree and Sam was talking to Trent.
I groaned as I rolled my eyes and put my head on the console. "What is wrong with them?"
"They're- Stupid." The radio said and I nodded. I heard them talking so I looked up to see them coming back. Miles came and got in through the window like an idiot, so I sat back in my seat. Sam came and leaned up against the car. The radio glitched before it started playing music.
"Who's gonna drive you home tonight?~"
"Hey, man, what's wrong with your radio?" Miles asked.
"Nothing's wrong with it." I said as I crossed my arms.
"I'm gonna drive her home tonight." Sam said.
"What? She's an evil jock concubine, man. Let her hitchhike." Miles said and I rolled my eyes.
"She lives 10 miles from here, okay? It's my only chance. You gotta be understanding here, all right?" Sam asked.
"All right. We'll put her in the back with (Y/n). I'll be quiet." Miles said.
"Did you just say "Put her in the back"?" Sam and I asked.
"I called shotgun!" Miles defended.
"Miles, I'm not putting her in the back. You gotta get out of my car." Sam said as he got in.
"That's a party foul!"
"What rules?"
"Bros before hos!"
"Miles, I'm begging you to get out of my car, okay?"
"You can't do this to me!"
"MILES. Get. Out." I snarled as I leaned forwards.
He looked at me, looked at Sam, rolled his eyes and got out.
"You're terrifying." Sam said as he drove off.
"I can be when I want to." I smirked as I leaned back and crossed my arms.
Sam pulled up next to the girl. "Mikaela! It's Sam! Witwicky. So, listen, I was wondering if I could ride you home."
I snorted.
"I mean, uh, give you a ride home in my car, to your house." She stopped so Sam opened the door for her and she got in.
Time skip
"I can't believe that I'm here right now." Mikaela said.
"You can duck down, if you want. I mean, it won't hurt my feelings." Sam said.
"Oh, no, no, no. I didn't mean here with you guys. I just mean here, like, in this situation." Mikaela corrected.
"Oh."
"The same situation that I'm always in. 'Cause, I don't know, I guess I just have a weakness for hot guys, for right abs and really big arms."
I rolled my eyes with a smile and put in my earphones to listen to some music. The first song that came up was Affection by Between Friends. I leaned my head against the seat and relaxed.
After a couple of minutes, I felt the car jerk and start to stall. I opened my eyes and looked around. I took out my earphone just to heat Sexual Healing playing on the radio. I snorted and covered my mouth with my hand as I put my earphone back in. I saw Sam panicking while talking to Mikaela as she put her hair up. She got out of the car and lifted up the hood. Sam pounded on the steering wheel before he started kicking the floor. I went up and smacked him.
"Ow!"
"Don't smack the car. Get out there with her." Sam got out and started talking to her.
I patted the console. "Sorry about him, Bee. He's very impatient."
The radio beeped.
After a little while, Sam opened the door and tried to start the car but it wouldn't go. Mikaela came over and grabbed her stuff before she started walking again. Sam got in, shut both doors and tried again. Baby Come Back suddenly, and loudly, started playing, scaring both me and Sam. Sam pulled back around and drove Mikaela back to her house.
After we dropped her off, I got into the passengers seat and leaned against the window.
"You can fall asleep. I'll wake you up when we get home." Sam said and I hummed. I felt the seatbelt tighten like a hug and I smiled before dozing off. Sam soon woke me up and we got out and went in the house to our rooms. I changed into a tank top and some non-Jean shorts and climbed in bed. I was zonked almost immediately.
I woke up to the sound of an engine, so I jumped out of bed and looked outside to see the Bee was started.
"No! No, no, no, no, no!" I heard Sam yell. Wait, SAM?!
He suddenly burst into my room. "OUR CAR'S BEING STOLEN!" Before he left.
I grabbed a jacket and my shoes and ran outside with Sam. Sam yelled for dad to call the cops as we grabbed our bikes and chased after our car. Sam got on his phone.
"Hello? 911 emergency! My car has been stolen! I'm in pursuit. Right? I need all units, the whole squadron. Bring everyone! No, don't ask me questions, all right? My father's the head of the neighborhood watch!" Sam hung up as we chased Bee to an abandoned part of town. He crashed through the fence just before the train went by. Sam and I dropped our bikes, climbed through one of the empty carts, and ran after Bee. We ran into an old junkyard and ducked down behind an old truck as we saw our car transform into this giant being.
Bee shined something from his headlights and pointed it up to the clouds, kinda like Batman. His lights almost caught us but we ducked in time. Sam got out his phone.
"Hello. My name is Sam Witwicky. Whoever finds this, my car is alive, okay?" He pointed his camera towards Bee. "You saw that? Since these are 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. Okay, wait that's not true. It's mine and Uncle Charles have it to me. I'm sorry. Mojo, I love you." He closed his phone.
"Thanks for not involving me in it."
Sam jumped. "Honestly, in the moment, you were so quiet and I was panicking and I kinda forgot you were here."
"Wow, thanks." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm sorry. I love you too."
We got up and tried sneaking away, but two dogs suddenly started chasing after us. As we were running away, I heard their chains snap. We ran faster and went into this old building and got on top of some big barrels. The dogs tried to bite us but we kicked them away. Bee suddenly broke in, scaring them away, and started circling us.
"Please don't kill us! I'm sorry! Take the keys! I don't want them! Car's yours!" Sam said as he threw the keys at the car. He grabbed my hand and we jumped off the barrels and started running again. We stopped as we heard sirens. Out of panic, I backed away and hid as Sam talked with the police men.
"Let me see your hands!"
"No, no, no! It's not me! The guys inside!" Sam put his hands up.
"Quiet! Walk towards the car."
Sam did.
"Put your head on the hood."
Sam leaned over and banged his head on the hood.
As the police were dealing with Sam, I snuck away, and ran towards my bike. I quickly rode home, snuck inside, went to the bathroom, and quickly cleaned myself up. I snuck into my room and laid down for a couple of minutes before I heard a knock on my door.
I pretended to be sleepy as I said "yeah?"
I slowly looked up to see Dad. "Come on. We gotta go get your brother."
"Where is he?" I yawned.
"At the police station. Lets go."
Time skip
"Look, I can't be any clearer than how crystal clear I am being. It just stood up." Sam said as I yawned.
"It just stood up. Wow. That's really neat. Okay, chiefie. Time to fill her up. And no drippy-drippy." The officer said as he gave Sam a tissue and a medical bottle. "What are you rolling? Whippets? Goofballs? A little wowie sauce with the boys?"
"What?" I mumbled.
"No, I'm not on any drugs." Sam said.
"What's these?" The officer said as another tossed him a bottle of pills. "Found it in your pocket. "Mojo". Is that what the kids are doing now? Little bit of Mojo?"
"Those are our dog's pain pills." I yawned.
"Quiet. I'm not talking to you." The officer rubbed his eye and Sam looked at something. He noticed and pulled back his jacket to reveal a gun. "What was that?"
"Hm?" Sam hummed.
"You eyeballing my piece, 50 Cent?" He got up and got uncomfortably closer to Sam. "You wanna go? Make something happen. Do it. 'Cause I promise you I will bust you up."
It was quiet for a moment.
"Are you on drugs?" Sam asked.
Next morning
We were all home doing our own thing. I was in the kitchen eating some cereal as breakfast when Sam walked in.
"Morning."
I nodded back with my mouth full.
Mojo leaned out the window and started barking.
"Stop with the barking, Mojo. It's too
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