Intertwined Fates

chapter 3

~Emma's POV~

"Welcome gentlemen and lady. Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs. How can I help you?" The African-American man asked while I crossed my arms and glanced around.

"Well, my son here is looking to buy his first car." Mr. Witwicky explained clamping his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"You come to see me?"

"I had to." He answered curtly.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B." Bobby said weirdly and I glanced back at him with a slight frown.

"Sam."

"Sam, let me talk to you." Bobby said.

"Emma, come on." Sam told me as he motioned for me to follow and I did. I walked up next to him before walking with him and Bobby.

"Let me tell you something, son. A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Son, I'm a lot of things and a lier ain't one of them. Especially not in front of my mammy. That's my mammy." Bobby pointed to an old African-American woman. "Hey, mammy!" He shouted and the woman flipped him off. "Don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head in, bitch. I'll tell you, man, she deaf, you know?" He began laughing strangely before walking further onto the lot. "Well, over here, every piece of a car a man might want or need."

Sam walked over to the yellow 1977 Chevy Camaro with black racing stripes and I grinned.

'Bumblebee.'

"This ain't bad." He said while running his hand over the roof. "This one's got racing stripes."

"Yeah, it got racing.." Bobby trailed off. "Yeah, what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car." He says then calls for someone named Manny.

"What?" The man yelled back seconds later.

"What is this? This car! Check it out!" Bobby yelled back.

"I don't know, boss! I've never seen it! That's loco!" The man shouted back and I sighed softly before zoning out and running my hand over the hood which was slightly warm.

'Must be because of the sun.'

"Kid, come on, get out. Get out of the car." Bobby told him, looking in through the window on the passenger seat. I blinked and tilted my head to look in their direction.

"No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers." Sam said, sounding angry.

"Well, sometimes they pick the driver with a cheap-ass father. Out of the car." Bobby said and Sam reluctantly listened. Only, when he closed the driver's side door, the passenger's side door flew open and hit the car Bobby was trying to sell Sam which caused a bunch of well stacked cans to fall over.

"Are you alright?" Mr. Witwicky asked Bobby who started going on about a clown and a sledgehammer. That part was always weird. I drown him out and pat the hood.

"Thank you for trying." I whispered.

As soon as I say that, though, a song starts playing on the radio. "Cover your ears...sweet...spark..." Came through the radio. I covered my ears and ducked just in time because almost a second after that, a loud sound emitted from the radio and shattered every single window of every car on the lot except for Bee's.

When I looked up, I saw Bobby standing as he held up four fingers.

"Four thousand!" He said fearfully. Sam glanced at me as I stood up and we both beamed.