Maybe it was the unsettling feeling, or heck the disgusted look the blonde haired chick in front of me gave me, that hinted that she hated my guts at the first site. I gulped, my mouth went slightly dry, as seconds ago I had introduced myself to the young couple.

"I am Sam...Sam Witwicky", the awkwardly social boy in front of me greeted, his eyes looking around the base crazily, before speaking up again, as he caught the pointed look the girl beside him gave him," this is also my lovely girlfriend; Carly Spencer", he introduced his girlfriend, wrapping an arm around her waist automatically, a small smile on his lips.


"Oh!, Yeah Bumblebee mentioned you!.", I suddenly blurted out, before snapping my mouth shut, my voice had echoed the rec-room at how loud I spoke. Okay...This is going to be alot more awkwarder than I thought it'd be. I really felt like running away like a head-less chicken while I was able to.

I bit my lip, watching Carly just simply glare at me, "What?.", I questioned her looks, blinking I mentally face-palmed, I had said it out loud.

"Oh nothing!.", she huffed slightly, lips pursing.

She obviously did not want to be here. Or even be near me.

William walked passed us three, his eyebrows were slightly raised, easily feeling the tension between Carly and I. He obviously knew something I did not about the woman in front of me. 

"uhhh...so...", I bounced my head, while clicking my tongue, not sure to leg it or not.

"So...", Sam also muttered, looking around, before stopping and looking at the yellow and black striped camaro.

"What brings you here?", I asked curiously, knowing that Sam had ditched Bumblebee and the Autobots over college. It was like getting a pet goldfish, only having interest in it the first day, before moving on and getting a pet cat.

"I thought I would visit my car", Sam claimed half-heartily, before giving Bumblebee a look,"You know, it would be nice hearing from you once in a while", Sam commented, his arms now crossing over his chest, eyebrow arching."You are my car.".

Bumblebee whirred and chirped, sounding a bit offended and irritated, "wer-e", Bumblebee spoke through the channels of his radio. Sam sighed, patting Bumblebees hood, "I know you're angry with me and I am sorry, I just...want an ordinary life!, it doesn't mean I don't want contact with you guys!.", Sam blabbered out in less then two seconds, before drabbling on about something that had nothing to do with the topic.

I blinked, The boy made no sense to me. I couldn't even catch a single word he said, he spoke faster than a cheetah could run. I was wondering when he was going to run out of oxygen, when he suddenly stopped talking to breathe in a lot of air.

"and...I miss ya Bee. C'mon bud.."

By now Bumblebee had given Samuel the silent treatment, his window tint darkening to a pitch black, that made it impossible to see inside. I bit my finger nails nervously, earning a look from Optimus that stood across the room, as Ratchet, that damn CMO, had told Optimus that it was bad for us humans. 

Optimus's glowing blue optics said it all, 'stop biting your nails, now.'.

I stared back, eyes narrowing in a challenge, and continued to bite my nails, a horrible habit; yes, but it did not mean I could just stop all together. The primes optics narrowed slightly, making me to instantly drop my hand to my side, easily intimidated by his powerful stare.

Carly sighed out loud in irritation, "C'mon Sam!, this is a waste of time!.", She whined pathetically, it hurt my ears at how high pitched she whined, I couldn't stop the twitch below my eye from being visible to her eyes. Her voice was just so damn irritating.

Carlys lips pursed forward once again, her eyes glaring at me like I was some piece of rubbish that needed to be put in the bin, her foot tapping on the ground made it obvious that she wanted me to drop dead right this moment. This made Sam nod furiously, the tension between me and Carly becoming over-whelming, it was making me nauseas. Samuel grabbed her arm gently, to escort her out of the room. I blinked, well that happened. He just got up and left, and followed the damn woman like a lost horny puppy.

Epps walked up to me casually, the rifle that was slung over his left shoulder bounced slightly with each step that he took. I straightened my posture at his presence, he easily took note and his lips twitched upwards in amusement. 

"Nice conversation you had there...", Epps said slowly, I looked at him blankly, he had to be joking, "Nice?, Nice isn't even the word to describe the conversation I had, heck it wasn't even a conversation!.", I claimed sourly, stretching my hands outwards dramatically, so dramatic that Ratchet would roll his optics at me.

Epps scoffed softly, "Carly... doesn't really like the Autobots", He replied simply, shrugging his shoulders lightly in thought, "or us for the matter. She is very possessive of what Sam does or says".

"She doesn't have to make it so obvious...", I trailed off my sentence, slowly my eyes went over to Bumblebee, eyes going soft, poor bot. 

"Eh..Not our problem, doesn't bother me. I don't like her anyways...her attitude is foul and she hides behind her daddys honour like no tomorrow.", Epps exclaimed, brown eyes fixed on to me with full attention. 

"So...Have a wife?, kids?.", I asked randomly, rocking on my heels backwards and fords, stuffing my hands in the cargo pants pockets automatically. My once tensed muscles were now slowly relaxing, getting comfortable around the Chief Master Sergeant. 

Epps chuckled, "yeah, a wife and 5 kids. 4 girls and one boy", he answered simply, I made an 'o' shape with my mouth, slightly surprised he would answer the question. 

"What's their names?.", I cocked my head to the side curiously, eyebrow raising slightly.

"well, My wifes name is Monique, and my kids are named Shareeka, Shaniqua, Sheleeka, Mozambiqua and Fred.", He replied listing off the names swiftly in one sentence.

"Your childrens names are very unique Epps", I smiled at the man beside me, who grinned back in appreciation, "Thanks Cathrine."

"Anytime Epps."

William watched us from the other side of the room an impressed expression on his face. 

'At least those two are getting along...'