Transformers 2007 (Ray's return)

Chapter 8: Ray

So I'm in the movie just like before with Transformers Rise of the Beast. I thought with a groan. "Come on, this can't be real,"

What made things worse was the fact I had just changed the storyline-Sam was supposed to drive Mikayla home if I remembered the movie correctly. But now Mikayla was going with Trent. So who could go with Sam?
Abruptly there was a revving sound that made me jump.

"Uh, Hey Ray," a cheery voice called out. "it's Sam...Witwicky..."

Turning I came face to face with the boy who was leaning out of the driver's window of Bumlbebee's car form. "I hope I didn't get you stranded or anything."

"Its...it's uh, it's fine, I'm not-" I paused mid sentence as there was a loud revving. Trent's truck shot by us just barely missing ramming into me. I watched as it zoomed down the road and out of sight. Shit. Course he just left me here. Now I actually am stranded.

"So....do you need a ride home?" Sam broke into my thoughts as he patted the side of his car. "Cause I was just leaving...and," he scratched the back of his neck. "Well I was wondering if you wanted a ride...or not."

I blinked, slightly surprised. Then I took one look around the clearing. Everybody else was packing up and leaving-Mirage and Noah were nowhere around. At least this way I would be with Bumblebee.

"Uh, sure..." I nodded. "That would be great."

Sam seemed a bit eager as he opened the passenger door for me. I climbed inside and shut the door.

The wheels gave a slight squealing and we took off.

Show off Bee. I thought, rolling my eyes. Then I looked at the brown haired boy beside me. "I met you the other day, at your house right? You have the cute dog, Mojo?"

"Uh, yeah," Sam smiled at me and I felt a slight weird feeling in my stomach. "Your Ray-you were with that other guy who hates dogs."

I had to laugh at this. Noah really didn't hate dogs. "Yep, that was me except he usually loves dogs."

Leaning on the open window, I gazed out with a sigh. I hope Noah and Mirage are okay.

Then I realized something. Wait if I was with Sam.....shit this was not how the story was supposed to go! Mikayla should be here, not me!

"I can't believe this is happening," I muttered, running a hand through my thick auburn hair.

"Hey," both hands on the wheel, Sam spoke up. Turning to look at him I saw he was staring at me, a worried expression on his face. "I can turn around if you want..."

Hastily I shook my head. He must think I was mad at him. "No, no it's okay ... .it's not you, I-" Biting my lip I tried to think of a good reply. "I just lost some friends, that's all."

"Oh," Sam titled his head thoughtfully as he drove on. Then he looked at me. "Well I can help you find them if you want."

I smiled at his kind offer, "Thank you Sam, but I-"

Abruptly there was a buzzing sound, the radio flipped on....

"When I get that feeling, I want sexual healing."

Sam's eyes instantly widened and he hastily tried to turn the volume down but the knob didn't work. "Uh, sorry I'm still trying to get the inks out–it's a new car..." Cheeks red, he slammed the dash repeatedly to no avail.

I stifled a laugh at this. Poor Sam, he had no idea that the car was fine-Bee was just trying to mess with him.

"This radio is like....an old radio," Stammering, Sam kept fiddling with the device, his cheeks read