These Paths We Tread (Autobot x OC)

XXXV. Young Blood Part II

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It had been a long time since she’d ridden with Sam in Bumblebee’s vehicle form, and back then it had not been on the best terms. If she recalled correctly, it was after Miles had left and they—meaning Sam, Mikaela, and her—were going to hang out at Burger King or something. She had, as it had become custom, been forced into the back where only Bumblebee’s seatbelt was her company while the two love birds sat in the front flirting their little buns off. She, of course, had been ignored unless something needed to be asked, and it had all in all been an unfortunate and unhappy experience for her.

This time, however, was definitely not that.

For one, the dark-haired girl was not in their presence at all, and Catherine was situated in the front seat where she and Sam sat comfortably as they banged their heads to the badass rock song Bumblebee had chosen for them. Smiles were all around as they laughed every so often while singing along poorly to the lyrics, though they may as well have been Grammy winners in their duet. Whatever the case, there was nothing better than the joy they felt as Bumblebee tore down the roads, no destination in mind but the horizon.

They would have to be back by at least midnight, though—Sarah’s orders—which meant they had about six hours to have fun, and they were going to make sure they had it. The woman had been a little sore about the redhead missing dinner, but evidently Sam had explained a little bit of their situation, because she quickly laughed it off and let them go. Catherine felt kind of bad for that, and also for the little moment where she could have sworn she saw Sideswipe frown, but she ended up forgetting it once the tunes started and Sam had her joining in with singing. Tonight was her night, after all—it was time to forget her worries and enjoy her time with her best friend.

“Forgive my interruption, but I do believe I’ve found the perfect place for you to have fun,” the Autobot’s proper, British voice rang from the radio, and both humans perked up.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Sam asked for them both.

“An amusement park thirty minutes away.”

The two humans exchanged excited looks before Catherine frowned, “But wait—what about you, ‘Bee? You can’t transform around all those people.”

“Do not worry—Sam has been eager to spend time with you for months now. I only wish for you two to have fun and reconcile.”

“Aww, ‘Bee, you’re embarrassing me, man,” the young man chuckled, his ears turning a light shade of red as he rubbed the back of his head.

“You’re too sweet sometimes, Bumblebee. I’ll be sure to spend quality time with you on the ranch when you visit again,” the redhead smiled, patting the dashboard, which thrummed at her touch.

“I look forward to it.”

With that, the tunes started up again, and both young adults began to sing and dance as best as they could to the hip hop song that now played instead of rock. Even if someone could see them through the tinted windows of the car, it wouldn’t have mattered—they would have just laughed and danced more. When the song ended so did their antics as they collapsed back into their seats, laughing even harder.

“I… I didn’t know you were the dancing type,” the young man snickered, and the redhead held her head high.

“Well, you just never asked me to dance! Although I don’t think flailing my arms randomly counts as dancing,” she grinned back.

“Ah, well, now a-days, I think it does. I mean, have you seen the music video for this song? He just pelvic thrusts and they call it ‘dancing’!” Sam chuckled