Not All Human(X Reader)✔️

Chpter 1

Witwicky's New Car
•Your POV•
(Y/n) Your Name
(L/n) Last Name
(N/n) Nickname
(H/c) Hair Color
(E/c) Eye Color
(F/c) Favorite Color
Your Age: 13
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I was at the the Witwicky's talking to my neighbor Ms. Witwicky (Judith) about how Sam was getting his new car which I couldn't wait to take a look at.
When I was five-years-old my father taught me everything I needed to know about cars and my IQ was off the charts high for my age! I would be in college if my foster parents could afford it and even if they could they would send there children first over me.
Ever since I moved here two-years-ago when I transferred here I had always checked up on there vehicles they knew I knew how to handle engines and whatnot that they come to me when their car broke down our something.
Ms. Witwicky made us both coffee while she talked about her garden she wanted to do this year and soon. She was thinking about roses and tiger lilies this year.
I took a sip of the hot coffee while listening to her until I heard the sound of a motor running which immediately had me perk up like a prairie dog.
"They must be back," I grinned chugging down the rest of my coffee and sliding the mug across the counter to Ms. Witwicky who caught it smoothly.
"Go ahead and take a look at it, I'll look at it later," she gestured with her head for me to go.
I nodded at her in goodbye knowing after I see the car I had to clean at home before my foster parents came back and realized I did zero work.
I quickly grabbed my crutches and made my way out of the house to see a Volkswagen Beetle car which wasn't half bad if it had a fresh coat of paint.
It was yellow with two black racing stripes which looked pretty cool.
I saw Sam exit the car with a proud smirk shot my way as his dad pulled up in his truck which looked like sh*t compared to Sam's new car.
"You like?" Sam asked shutting the car door.
I whistled impressed as I slowly limped towards it.
"You kidding? It looks like it's in PERFECT condition from the outside that is... Could use a fresh coat of paint but I do like it," I admitted as I rounded to the front of it opening the hood.
"Hello kiddo," Mr. Witwicky greeted as he messed up my hair by ruffling up my pageboy hat.
"Sup," I nodded at him coolly before turning my attention back to the engine.
What kind of engine is this? Wait... I hadn't seen one of these things since my parents died! WOW!
"So?" Sam asked as I jumped in surprised as he was right by my side and I didn't even hear him walk over to me.
I put a hand to my chest and playfully glared at him.
"Geez man, don't give me a heart attack!... But honestly the engine looks GREAT! This thing could go faster then a racer car," I murmured the last part as I gently touched the engine with my fingertips feeling some dust on it and some blew off and into my face making me cough and wave away the dust.
Sam chuckled as he grabbed the red cloth in my front overall pocket and gave it to me which I immediately grabbed and wiped off my face.
"Car has ATTITUDE!" I scrunched up my face and slammed the hood harder then I planned as the engine roared at me but silenced.
"I don't think it likes you either," Sam teased as he had his hands on his hips bumping me gently with his elbow.
I nodded in agreement rolling my eyes at the car.
"So I'm planning to go to a party at the lake with Miles, wanna come? Ride in the new car too," he wiggled his eyebrows at me as I glanced at him in the car and knitted my eyebrows at him.
"If my foster parents let me and if the car doesn't kill me before your driving does then sure," I smiled at him sweetly as he gave me a playful glare as the car made a noise almost like chuckling which I ignored.
"Sweet! And if you have time, could you help me repaint Bumblebee?" He asked patting the hood of the car.
I let out a "PFT" sound and raised a brow at the name he gave his car but I shrugged and nodded.
"I'd be honored to work with your car, what better way to have a car and human having bonding time?" I paused for a moment and looked at nothing. "That sounded weird but anyways, sure Sam," I fist bumped him which he gladly accepted.
Me and him had been best friends since I moved here and he was close-ish to my age, he was like sixteen and the only kid that was nice enough to make an effort to talk to me.
No one else in our school really liked him very much not even my foster parents or their kids.
Honestly my foster parents aren't the nicest people nor their seven kids, five of them are in college and two are twins who are like nine years old (twin boys).
They probably were destroying everything as we speak inside the house right now which made me scoff at the thought.
My foster parents weren't abusive or anything they were just.. Cold and distant and I didn't understand why they even let me stay at their house.
Their Rottweiler didn't like me either that was chained in the backyard that I had to feed every morning, I literally have to wear dog attack gear to feed that thing.
I once saved Witwicky's dog from the jaws of that thing, Mojo I think was its name? Well that's how I met Sam because he was having a melt down that the dog was gonna get torn apart by the Rottweiler we call Tiny (haha, ironic huh?).
Mojo was the only animal who appreciates me since I saved him and I wasn't a real people person besides the Witwicky's.
My soft and weak spot was cars..
They always reminded me of the days I worked with my father in the workshop which I tended to do often if possible.
In fact, almost every car in the neighbor was PERFECT from how much I worked on them if they'd let me.
Sam's fingers snapped in front of my face making me jolt my head back slightly in surprise as my attention was captured again.
"Hello? Earth to (N/n)!" Sam teased making me scrunch my face up in annoyance.
"What ya want Witwicky?" I growled.
He chuckled at my low tone.
"I was SAYING.... Would you be willing to wash my car? I got homework to do and ya know.. You're practically a graduate and all and you don't have homework so... I'll pay you," he spoke sheepishly making me give him a light glare.
Did he for real just ask me to clean his freaking car?
"50 bucks, I can have this thing washed less then thirty minutes," I bribed with a sly smirk on my face as his eyes went huge.
"50 bucks to wash my car? What the f*ck this bank robbery! 15," he bargained.
"25,"
"20,"
"Deal," I shook his hand as he told me he pay me after I cleaned his car.
He tapped on the top edge of my pageboy hat making it block my view as I frowned.
I flicked it out of my face as I glared at Sam until he disappeared inside.
I looked to the car with a sweet smile patting the hood of the car thoughtfully.
"Just you and me Bumblebee, a cleaning will do you some good," I spoke to it and didn't expect an answer running off into the garage to grab a bucket, soap and sponge.
I plopped everything in front of the car before going to turn on the hose and filling the bucket with water then turned it off.
As I dipped the sponge in the water I started in the front cleaning the smudges and dirty splotches.
The engine roared as I simply ignored if until I heard the radio making my eyebrows furrow in confusion.
Sam must've left his car on..
I rounded to the driver's seat ready to turn it off until the radio played a song I didn't mind making me pause before opening the door.
I shrugged and left it as it didn't play too loud but it was actually nice o have some music while cleaning.
~Music Up Top ⬆️~
I found myself singing along to it but mostly lip syncing as I cleaned the car making sure I would make it spotless.
I was being my weird self since I was alone which I tended to do often as I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone setting a timer for fifteen minutes and started cleaning the car as fast as I could.
Every scrub I did the engine purred lightly which didn't sound like it was gonna break so I just didn't think much of it.
"Well, at least we are getting along huh?" I smiled to the car who made a vroom sound as though it said yep.
I chuckled thinking how silly I was being and kept washing.
My mother use to help my dad with mechanics, they both were good at fixing and making cars or any type of mobile.
I loved going to work with my dad when it was take your kid to work day and I'd get to help wash cars.
Then soon I started to replace tires, help fix engines and even made my first car with my dad which I called Coal (because it was all black).
It was a Camaro, I absolutely ADORED!  It burned down along with my parents during the fire....
I subconsciously stopped washing the car and stared at nothing as my eyes filled with tears but I didn't let any of them shed.
My phone made a noise snapping out of my thoughts as my fifteen minutes was up and I cursed under my breath realizing I didn't clean it in time.
Stupid me...
I turned on the hose and watered all the soap down as it was shining clean besides some of the chipped paint is was fancy.
"Well aren't you a sexy lil thang?" I chuckled when I turned off the water running my hands in circles on the hood as to pet it or something.
Yeah, I'm that weird.
The engine purred as I went on the driver's side and turned off the car.
I knew Sam was probably working on homework so I didn't bother him with my payment yet so instead I pulled out my phone and leaned against the left side of the car's hood.
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Typical...
Even at school no one wanted to talk to me, Sam was the only one who texted me from time to time and I absolutely refused to give my phone to hide best friend Miles.
He was a jerk, annoying and a huge flirt that made me cringe at the pick-up lines he came up with.
I roasted him when I came up with way better ones but time to time he was ok to talk to at school when he's in a calm mood.
I was about to shove my phone back in my pocket when my text message alert went off for Sam which was a funny voice text alert.
"Warning! You're best and only pal is texting you, please respond with caution," I chuckled when I pulled up the message.
That never gets old...

Sammy: Thx 4 washing my car 😁

I looked up into his bedroom to see him sheepishly smiling at me as he waved then glanced back down at his phone.

Sammy: P.S, wear something more party outfit rather then that getup

My mouth dropped as I felt extremely insulted as I glared hard back up at him.

(Y/n): I talking about me or urself?

Sammy: Harhar very funny

I gave him a proud smile before shoving my phone in my pocket and patting the hood of the car as I went back to my house to find better clothes.