How to love an autobot Xreader fanfic

More than meets the eye

(Y/n)'s laid across Sam's bed on her stomach, messing with his stupid little collectibles. She could see Sam in the corner of her eye, he was rushing back and forth, searching for something he might've lost.

"Hey, everything under control?" (Y/n) asks pulling one of her legs in while turning around to look at him.

Sam places the shirt he was looking under back into the corner, and looked at (Y/n) impatiently. He had stress written all over his face.

"um. Yeah, a-absolutely." He said with sarcasm.

Sam stared into (Y/n)'s eyes, which he trialed down to her thighs, his eyes shot closed. He placed his hand on his mouth and exhaled very dramatically.

"What, what's your deal?" (y/n) asked sitting up.

"Short shorts- temper. I, have a short temper." He explained while rolling his eyes, he started searching through his bottom left drawer.

"So, because you're mad at the world, you take it out on me? Your such a dick, witwick." (y/n) says as she grabs her purse, and tosses her keys into the bag.

"No, no, (y/n) just. wait." Sam says with both his hands held out, face down.

Sam's right hand holds up his index finger, just confusing (y/n). (y/n) has her hands on her hips, her head tilted while waiting to see or hear Sam's excuse. Sam turned around and stood up, running to his chair and typing into his search bar frantically. He searched up eBay and his email account.

"Sam.." (y/n) sighs exasperatedly.

"(y/n), I got an email about the glasses that I posted on eBay, and they are willing to meet up to buy the glasses."

"So..?" (y/n) shrugged not caring.

"I couldn't and still can't find the glasses.. and I told them this and my laptop blew up."

"What do you mean your lapto-." (Y/n) stopped and bit her bottom lip as Sam pulled out his fried laptop from under the cluttered desk.

"This is what I mean. I am not meeting up with them in 20 minutes without those glasses (y/n)" Sam said tossing aside the laptop, hitting his stereo.

"It could've been a circuit that over heated or.. something." (Y/n) said while fidgeting with her hands.

"Yeah, your right." Sam said in disbelief, flopping his back against his chair.

"Why would you post glasses on eBay anyways?"

"To get rid of them, but no ones ever asked for them either so I left them laying around. God knows where."

(y/n) slowly walked over to Sam. Wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.

"It's going to be fine, calm down witwick." (y/n) smiled as Sam looked up at her.

Sam looked into her (e/c) eyes, and then at her lips. contemplating on why he isn't dating her yet. He looked at her lips, then it dawned on him.

"Mojo.." Sam said standing up, released from (y/n) hold.

"What?"

"Mojo had the glasses.. they where in his mouth, he ran off and I didn't care at the time." Sam said hectically attempting to get his heel into his shoes.

"How did you forget that you ditz." (y/n) says following Sam out the room.

Sam briskly ran downstairs which was complete chaos. His dad was building chairs in the living room, and his mom was banging the wine glass on the counter edge.

"Mom have you seen Mojo?!" Sam asked with (y/n) behind him.

"What? No, I mean he is probably outside humping the sprinkler again. Why the rush?" She asked with a furrowed brow.

"Nothing, its nothing." Sam said while running to the back door.

"Stay off the grass Sam!" Ron yelled from the living room.

Judy looks at (y/n) and smiles. "He's a hassle isn't he? God you're beautiful, do you know you're beautiful?"

(y/n) laughs a little. "Yeah, he sorta is. Oh and thank you. Um, you need help?" She offered.

"No no. This is like my talent!" Mrs.Witwicky says while laughing.

Sam runs back inside, and in his hand is a smooth black case.

"I got them. lets go!" Sam said grabbing (y/n) arm and dragging her outside to her car.

(y/n) unlocks and starts the car.

~~~~~~~~

It was silenced for a while, neither of them had a clue on what to say.

"So.. what did my mom say?" Sam asked nervously, to break the silence.

"Just that you're a hassle, and that I'm pretty.." (y/n) Chuckled while keeping her eyes on the road.

"Of course. Of course." Sam remarked.

"Hey is that the junk yard?"

"yeah."

(Y/n) looked into the rear view mirror.

"Shit police." She said quietly.

"Where."

The police car behind them hit the rear end of her car, making Sam hit the dashboard and (y/n) hit the steering wheel. The car swerved around facing the police vehicle. They both had consciousness enough to see that the police car transformed into a robot.

"Holy shit."