𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 | ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ

Chapter 4: The Elaborate Plan

I spent the entire drive to Sam's collage raking my brain trying to recall where I've seen those fucking symbols before. Every now and then I'd get flashes of the symbols, it wasn't long before I made Bumblebee pull over at the nearest general store to pick up a notebook of some kind and pack of pens. Falling back onto old habits I start scribbling in the symbols, filling the pages with different symbols and retracing them until I'm presented with new ones. It's after three hours and hundred miles I make him pull over again, having filled the entire notebook and drained three pens of ink. Bumblebee grew more and more concerned as the hours passed, but it didn't stop him from driving through the night and damn near the entire day to even make it into Sam's city.

Every couple of hours Bee would ask how was doing, but I managed to brush him off every time desperate to look for answers instead. By the time we get inside city limits, the afternoon is already starting to set in. "You need— to eat— baby," Bee warns through his radio, I shook my head doodling another symbol. "Sleep?" He questions, I continue to shake my head, Bumblebee's engine rumbles in dissatisfaction but I'm too occupied trying to connect the dots on these symbols. I jump when I feel Bumblebee drift, I gasp and clutch the seats to steady myself. "What the hell Bee?" I snap, but the mech doesn't answer, instead he drives faster.

I almost hit the dash when he comes to a stop and makes it very audible that he parked. Looking outside I find that we're parked in front of a restaurant, "Bee." I plead weakly but the bot is having none of it as he opens the door for me to climb out. I grumble as I gather my things before stepping out of the car, I don't even get the satisfaction of slamming the door before he shuts it, preventing me from climbing back at the last second. Walking into the restaurant I find it to be more cafe-esk than restaurant, must be because of the college-central theme of the town. Walking up to the counter I stand behind two girls chatting away about some frat party, I don't really pay attention until one of them says that the weird guys are gonna be there. They talk about them for a little while and just as I'm just about to dismiss the conversation until she admits she heard one of them had a girlfriend probably out of his league. And if a weird guy with a girlfriend out of his league didn't sound like Samuel Witwicky, then I don't know what would.

I contemplate if I should track him down on my own or crash this Frat party, I know he's going to, I keep my eyes on the girls as they gather their order and take a seat by the window. I order quickly, having looked at the menu during the first half of their conversation I wasn't interested in. By the time my food was ready I made up my mind about what I was going to do, gathering my coffee and breakfast stuffed bagel that no one would question at six in the afternoon in this town. I'm sure they know all the college kids rarely wake up before noon by choice, making six in the afternoon a perfect time for breakfast next to two am. Walking over to the two college girls I gave them a large smile, "Hi, I'm sorry for like, interrupting but I'm new to this place and I was wondering if there was any place to go shopping? I have this rager I'm going to tonight and I'd like, totally wear something I packed but my new roommate spilled her shampoo all in my suitcase." I plead, using a tone and personality I usually wouldn't be caught dead using, but this isn't usually.

I watch their confused faces light up, they both grab me and usher me down to sit them. Grilling me for details about the party I'm going to and how trashy my roommate sounded. I lied through my fucking teeth, some of my lies fell through, seeing I haven't experienced college life. To my immense luck they concluded that I'd be better off going to a party with them and that I should totally get a new outfit and a new roommate. My heart nearly fell into my stomach when they offered to take me right now, thinking on my feet I told them my car was trashed and it would be totally uncool if I took them out in it. That was my first mistake, upon hearing I had a car they both eagerly agreed they would wait for me to clean it out and it would be way better if we took my car around the city. I had no choice but to go along if I wasn't to keep my invitation to that party. I stuffed the last half of my bagel into my mouth, having nibbled on it as the two other girls ranted and gushed their input about my completely fabricated situation.

Tossing my trash away on the way out I ran out to Bumblebee, instantly he let me in. "Don't be mad, but I just fabricated an entire life story and an unnecessary elaborate plan to track down Sam. It involves toting around two other girls for the rest of the day, but I swear we'll find Sam by the end of it." I explain quickly as I gather my stuff out of the back seat. "I—Trust you." He responds, "Fuck you're a saint baby." I breathe out before moving to the trunk. Bumblebee opened it up and threw my bag into the space for. Shaking the toolbox I hear the little demon scream, "Behave or so help me Bumblebee will only be the foreplay to what will happen to you if you fuck up." I sneer quietly at the box. I hear the bot grumble loudly but otherwise stopped rattling the box. I drop him into the open trunk and Bumblebee shut it, an auditable lock securing him in place.