TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

EXPLANATIONS

A/N: So, I know that in the movie, it was still the school week, but as I am skipping the Geneology Report bit... We'll just say that took place on Friday, and the rest of the events of the first movie takes place on the weekend instead. :D

CHAPTER 3

Explanations

"Trevor Nathaniel Ridley, where have you been?"

Trevor cringed as he entered the kitchen to find his mother standing there. Marie Ridley, even with all the chemo, stood out a beauty, once one looked past the pained expression, and other side-effects. But when she was mad, well, hell hath no fury. "Mom, you shouldn't be out of bed," Trevor told her quietly. "You're supposed to be on bed rest, remember? The last treatment-."

Her response was a hard glare that told him that wasn't going to fly with his mom. Of course not, he figured, she read him like an open book most of the time. He shook his head, and shrugged his shoulders. "I was at the garage, with the Camaro I told you about," Trevor stated as quietly as he could. "Please don't tell dad. I just wanted to see if I could fix it."

Marie shook her head, but smiled a little bit. Even if she was, by all accounts, the one with the temper, she was also the mischievous of his two parents. She took the glass of orange juice from the counter and sipped on it. "I figured when I heard you sneaking out your window last night," She told him with a chuckle, making Trevor freeze. "Don't worry, your father could sleep through a stampede." She shrugged. "So, how does she drive?"

Trevor scratched his head, seeing as he'd never gotten an actual chance to drive Bumblebee. "Uh, well," Trevor finally found a good way to dodge the question. "Well, the car is definitely something else." He tried to hide his laughter at that, remembering what the robot had said. "Mom, you really need to go back to bed. I'm fine, minus a few scrapes and bruises from where I worked on the car."

Lucky for him, Marie seemed to buy that was where the damage Trent did had come from. She sighed, and stood from her seat, moving a little weakly. She made her way to Trevor, and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry about me, sweetie," She told him, coughing as she spoke. "You can't live your life worrying about me. When my time comes, it'll come." She then added in the softest of whispers. "I want you to live your life and find what you were meant to do."

As she walked past him then, Trevor frowned. How could he do any of that while his mom was dying before his very eyes? While his family struggled with debt? Life was tough, especially when you were in there family. And he had a feeling the stress of it all was hardly going to go away when any of this passed. He didn't get much time to think about it before Joseph was coming through into the kitchen as well. "Jeez, you look like hell," Joseph frowned, examining his son. "Did you sneak out again?"

"If I say "yes", will I get less punished?" Trevor questioned with an exhausted sigh.

The man put his hands on his hips, and glared, showing he was not having any of his son's attitude. "You're on thin ice with me, buddy," Joseph warned him carefully. "If I find out you were out there, trying to race that Camaro," Trevor chewed his lip, he was busted. "That's it, it's gone. I'm sorry, Trev, I was willing to think about it, but-."

"No, you can't do that to him!"

"Him?"

Trevor grimaced, realizing what he had just done, and looking at his father wearily. What did he say now? Did he lie to his dad for an alien he barely even knew, or knew anything about the true intentions of? Or did he blab it all to his dad, and hope that he didn't sell the poor mech to the government? "It," He breathed, lying like a natural. "You can't do that to it, because I wasn't out trying to race it," He replied. "While you were asleep, you slept through a silent alarm, Trent was at the shop, he-."