TRANSFORMERS: Bumblebee's Boy

FUN AND TITLES

A/N: Happy chapter time! I figured that after the last two chapters were so dark, it was time for some happy fluff. :3 Which the next two chapters will be full of, or at least I hope so.

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CHAPTER 22

Fun and Titles

Trevor was unsure of how to take the idea of the restraining order at first, but eventually relented. In response to all that happened, Bumblebee had decided to bring him on a pre-birthday trip to lighten the mood. It had taken a lot of permission to let them both leave base for even a short while. Trevor leaned back against his adoptive father's seat calmly as he watched the scenery move past them. Bumblebee claimed this was supposed to be a surprise, so he hadn't exactly told him where they were going yet. "Bee, where are we going?" Trevor asked yet again. "Can you tell me now?"

The playful side of Bumblebee yet again popped out as the mech played "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkle. Trevor rolled his eyes, and leaned back. "The point of a birthday present, even an early one," Bumblebee began. "Is to surprise the person celebrating their birthday. So how much of a father would I be if I spoiled the surprise?"

"You're evil." Trevor replied.

"I love you too my precious sparkling," Bumblebee hummed.

Trevor smirked a bit, leaning against the passengers side door. What was Bumblebee planning? He knew that being young, there were several things Bumblebee's processor might have come up with. A theme park, a movie premiere, just about anything. But at the same time, he didn't want to get his hopes up too big. After several minutes, he finally decided to take a nap, which lasted another hour before he heard Bumblebee speak up. "Wakey, wakey, kiddo," Trevor grunted, his eyes fluttering open. "We're here."

Trevor blinked slightly, rubbing a tired eye as his gaze traveled up towards the building in front of him. Or should he say stadium? A Nascar stadium. Trevor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He'd never been to a Nascar race, only ever seen them on television and dreamed of making it there. "Bee, Bee you didn't," Trevor breathed. "How? How could you even afford tickets?"

Bumblebee's engine purred a bit, and his holoform appeared, grinning from ear to ear. "Well, I told Keller your birthday was coming up. And seeing as you loved Nascar, and all that happened, he was willing to pull a few strings and help out," He gave a small shrug, as if it was nothing. "So, what do you think? Am I the world's greatest dad or what?"

"You're definitely the world's most modest one," Trevor teased gently, before wrapping his arms around the holoform. "But yeah, you're pretty fraggin' awesome!" He almost surprised himself with the Cybertronian lingo. "Thanks so much! Man, I've never been to an actual Nascar race! I mean I always wanted to go, but you know the deal." He climbed out of Bumblebee's alt mode practically bouncing up and down. "I haven't got a lot of money."

Bumblebee reached into his glove compartment, holding up a credit card the government had issued them. "That my little friend, is why they gave me one of these," Bumblebee told him. "You can gourge on all the junk food you want too. Just don't tell Ratchet, because I don't want to be chewed out for it," Trevor laughed a little at that. "What? You know he would! He's worse than that House from the TV Show you showed me!"

"Telling him you said that," Trevor joked. "Totally telling him you said that."

"You'd do that to the most awesome dad in the world?" Bumblebee pouted.

Trevor shrugged, earning him a noogie from the mech, who merely gave one big grin. After all, he knew Trevor wasn't serious, the way they could joke like this only made their relationship just that much more fun. He led the boy towards the gate, fooling with the tickets he had behind his credit card. He handed it over to the man politely, and he let them through. Soon the smell of engine gas, corn dogs, and the like wafted their way into Trevor's nose. "Oh man, Bee, this is going to be sick," He breathed out. "Where are our seats?"