Beeps and Buzzes

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Took a few months, but Sam finally got over himself.

Mikaela no longer haunted every waking moment, their former bond no longer chaining him down to a world of moping and sobbing. Trust me, you'd been there through all these little moments. Sadly. Some of it was actually... Eye-opening.

N

ot to say Sam suffered from tunnel vision, though him vying for another girls affections as soon as his victim act reached a conclusion was evidence to the contrary.

To say you were very hand off was an understatement.

Frankly, anything that happened outside your nice little Chicago Apartment was none of your buisness. Excluding Autobot shenanigans, naturally.

Still, since you had some room to breath (finishing up college and whatever) most of your labours went into trying to lead a normal life. Decorating your apartment for example, purchasing a Netflix account to which you poured many hours into in your downtime. Didn't even care about your neighbours, or even knew them by face!

They just weren't that interesting to you.

Rather, you kept yourself to yourself really. Thankfully easy to do in Chicago where nobody honestly gave a damn, people too busy being self involved to card for a girl and her strangely evolutionary prosthetic.

But, I digress,

One day gaining a job working at, ironically, a Gas Station in order to fill a need for increased in dependency from NESTs stranglehold. Earning minimum wage by pushing buttons (sometimes customers), giving change, mopping floors - that kind of crap.

Occasionally you'd see a busy day, namely on a weekend, where something exciting happens (a spillage for instance) otherwise it remained a humble fuss-free occupation.

Meant that you'd sometimes have familiar faces pull up, too. Did always cause a big stirr, having flashy sports cars and army vehicles park up for seemingly no reason.

Just parking right on outside the station itself, never by any pumps. Nobody save you would ever know why.

Ironhide's visitation's could feel obligatory at times, drifting over on routine patrols just to check you weren't dead or something. Easing into idly small-talk over phone, until the old soldier was pulled away for one reason of another.

When the Twins came by, it was short and sweet. Rather than actually stop to talk, both made it their life's purpose to speed on by right outside blaring their horns wildly. No logic behind their actions, yet was always nice to see them... Less so be cause of childish antics.

Bumblebee became a frequent 'customer', enough so your manager was managing to recognise him on sight. One time even going as far as leaving a rather informal note on his windshield, advising that this wasn't a parking spot and to go elsewhere.

Bee rebelled by parking on the curb instead, much to your managers chagrin.

Conversations varied from subject to subject. Namely stories. Stories that had to be written rather than told, done so in great blocks of text. Bee tended to exaggerate, using words like 'BAM!' religiously, yet never once had his tales been dull.

More than anything it painted a perfect picture on how amazingly chaotic Autobots could be during downtine. Surprisingly, those stoic types such as Ironhide weren't incapable of such antics.

Wasn't as if you didn't know that already, mind. Ironhide was a stickler for regulations, yet always up for a laugh. Similarly, as was Optimus and many of the older Veterans on-site.