Hit and Run (BumbleBee x Reader)

Long Night Drives

Maybe it was the nighttime air in the window, or the warmth of BumbleBee, or the looming thought of sleep. But everything was calm. The food long since gone, the embarrassing conversation slowed, no one talking in people's ears. The street lights on the side of the road said people were entering a city, off the highway and towards an old road. Everything was relaxed, soft hues laying over the houses that passed, it was tiring to the eyes, yet cozy to the soul. The faint smell of coffee lingering in their senses, the sounds of wind in their ears, the sight of cars passing by, the feeling of gentle cushions...

You felt the urge to stretch your legs and arms, you were balled up in the pushed back seat on the driver's side, your legs pulled to your chest as you looked out the window, the wind blowing your hair and you took in a breath. You pushed your legs down and off the cushion, stretching them as you pushed your palms to the roof. You looked up from your legs, the soft glowing of BumbleBee's radio shining onto your face, and a yawn came up your throat, traveling to your jaw as you took in a deep breath. You slowly relaxed your body and sat up straight, barely being able to stretch your back.

Blinking out the windshield, you saw a small, almost broken down looking gas station. You pushed yourself forward a little and jumped at the chance to talk.

"Hey Bee...?" You asked, your voice rasp and husky, and he hummed in response. "Can we pull over to that gas station really quick? I need to stretch." Your voice was but a mere whisper behind the wind blowing in your ear, yet he heard you. You slumped over a little when you saw him pull off the road and towards the gas station. When he came to a park and opened his door, you allowed your legs to slide out the side, stretching your legs again and taking a steady step out of him. You stretched your entire body upward, hands reaching for the sky and the booming in your ears said you were enjoying it. Your closed eyes fluttered open as you relaxed your body, scratching a spot on your neck and looking around properly.

It was still nighttime, the street lamp on the other side of the road shining onto the landscape around you. You blinked away from it, going to the gas station. It was a older one, probably from the late 80s, maybe 70s. The station itself having big, bulky, and different colored gas pumps. On them was number dials that didn't land on 0, a small advertisement on top of the pump, and a strange handle next to the line. You looked to the store, wondering if it was open, and seeing that it was dark, you guessed not. You glanced at the soda vending machine, doing a small walk over to it, and see that they only sold cans.

"Hey Bee...?" You asked again, and he pulled forward a little towards you. "Can I have a 5 dollar bill, please? I want to get a Coke." With that, he opened the passenger door, and you did a quick walk over to him. Reaching in and grabbing one, you jogged back over to the vending machine and looked it over. They had Root Beer, Sprite, 7Up, Coke, and Diet Coke. Deciding on a Diet Coke, you slipped the bill in and it took it. "Wow, first try, these things normally make you straighten it out a couple times!" You said back to Bee, and he didn't reply. You pressed the button to get the Diet Coke, you heard it moving behind the plastic and about five seconds later out came your can. You picked it up, waiting for your change, and pocketed that too.

Turning around and back to Bee, you started to walk on the outskirts of the parking lot. Balancing on the curb, you put your arms out to balance better. You jumped off the side and onto the grass, your scuffed-up high-tops covering you from the dirt. But the moment you touched it, you felt the overwhelming urge to lay down. You bent over and touched it with your free hand, seeing the softness of it and you melted. You felt your legs buckle beneath you, going from standing to crisscross instantly. You kept your eyes on the grass, placing the can of soda onto the curb and flopping backwards into the green fluff. You felt a chuckle form in your chest, the thought of just feeling grass making your tired mood full again.