Vince's Car

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Softly humming along to the radio playing, you drove smoothly through the town and followed the traffic laws, much to your charge's dissatisfaction. Vince wanted to speed and blow red light and skip stop signs, but you didn't want to deal with another ticket on your windshield. "Come on (Y/n), speed up!" He whined like a child. You scoffed and rolled your optics. "Yeah, no. I don't want another boot on my tire. Last time it took an hour to get off!" You'd claim.

Vince groaned loudly and slumped in your driver seat, crossing his arms and pouting like a sparkling. "You're no fun!" He said. He rolled your optics once again. "Bullscrap, I'm the most fun you're ever going to get!" You said and sped up, not liking your charge unhappy. Vince cheered and threw his hands in the air, whooping and hollering as you raced down the street.

Spinning and swerving into a parking spot, you slammed into park and stopped driving, laughing as Vince cheered loudly. "That's more like it!" He screamed and hopped out of your seat to beside you. You hummed softly and grinned cheekily. "So.. who's the most funniest you know?" You asked and dragged out the 'so'. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, lightly punching your door. "You are." "Scrap straight!" You said with a laugh in your throat.

You heard a bell ring in your audio receptors, moving your rear view mirror to look at the red head beside you. "You're late for class." You scolded. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Like I care? It's only history, just talking about a bunch of dead guys and wars and shit." He said with a groan. You revved your engine at him. "History is the most important class you have. You learn about people before you and what they went through. 'He who does not know the past is destined to repeat it.'" You quoted an old friend of yours.

Vince was quiet for a moment and sighed, slapping the roof of your frame. "Alright, I'll go, but you owe me a race!" He challenged. "We go racing every Tuesday and Friday, why would we stop tradition now?" You rhetorically asked. He chuckled under his breath. "True dat." He said.

You smiled and lightly nudged him the best you could as a car form. "Get out of here. Go to class, make some friends, and leave Darby alone!" You called after him and he began to walk away. "Hell no! He deserves to be treated like this! He thinks he's so much better then me when he's not!" He yelled back, making you groan. "Vince, he's a kid like you, his dad left his mom and him for a tramp. At least ease up on him this year." You said.

Vince stopped and balled up his fists. He stomped on the ground and wanted to scream at the sky. "Fine! But just this year!" He yelled and ran into the building. You sighed and rolled your optics to yourself. "He needs friends. Not lackeys. He needs people to trust him and he them, not processerless drones." You muttered to yourself. You used your mirrors to look around your surrounding. Noticing beside you was a blue and pink motor bike. 'Jack Darby's bike.' You thought.

On the other side was a yellow and black muscle car, and beside that was a green armored suv. They seemed familiar, almost like your seen them somewhere. Shaking it off, you pulled up a screen and messed with it. Vince had downloaded a few games to your hard drive, letting you have games when he was in school.

First pulling up a energon scanner that you tapped into a satellite for, you noticed there was three energon signals close to your position. Furrowing your brows, you seemed suspicious at the three vehicles beside you, but kept your guard up.

Playing a few games and marking locations where there were energon deposits, you waited for your charge. Sending him a text through your screen, you saw he read it and continued to wait. After a few minutes, you saw him run out and get into the cab. "What's wrong?" He asked. "We need to go. Now." You said and backed up, speeding out of the parking lot and onto the busy street, almost crashing into someone.