out of control | transformers [original]

i. chapter four

It was around early morning when they pulled up to the residence of who they knew to be Sam Witwicky. The road to his house had been long- considering they had to go through around seven different car crashes all at rush hour. It was quite amusing to hear Barricade cuss out human traffic.

Either way, this was the last step of their plan.

Get out, get help, go kick ass.

But first they needed to get out.

Nonchalantly, the girls grabbed their bags and headed out- Bumblebee was nowhere in sight. Emerson's heart almost stopped. Please don't let them be too late.

They'd already gone over the 'plan' with the two 'cons, find Sam, convince him to let them inside, figure out what he's hiding.

Pursing her lips, Emerson scanned the street again for any sign of the autobots. Faintly, she wondered if it was too late, until the girl pushed those thoughts away. She had to stay positive.

Walking up to the door as her converse thudded against the pavement- Mikayla sticking close to her side, she inhaled deeply. Wow this was a lot harder than she thought it would be. The girl had to dig her thumb into the side of her hand just to keep her legs from shaking.

Soon, the two arrived at the door. Mikayla gave her a look, as if to reassure her everything would be fine, and knocked on the door.

They didn't need to wait long for an answer- Mojo took no time in letting the family know there was someone at the door, barking on and on until she heard an elder woman yell into the house for him to be quiet.

Hearing the faint click of a lock, Judy Witwicky opened the door, smiling widely at them as she clutched Mojo in her grasp.

"Hi, Mrs. Witwicky." Mikayla introduced with a grin- and Emerson was shocked at how well she was able to cover up her nerves, "-We're friends of Sam? From school, we're supposed to work on a project today for english."

The woman's eye seemed to bug out of her skull as she looked at the two, and a grin brightened on her features.

"Well aren't you two the cutest girls!" she gushed, beckoning them inside, "Come in, come in! Make yourselves at home!"

Blushing slightly, Emerson was the first to walk in, followed by the brunette.

Closing the door behind them, the redhead looked to the girls with overwhelming glee, and she could practically hear her shouts of 'Sam brought girls home!' that were tumbling through her head.

"Well, Sam is in his room.." Judy trailed, sighing and mumbling something about video games, before turning to them, "I'll go grab him- but for now, there are cups in the cabinet, juice in the fridge- or water if you prefer- and the bathroom is down the hall to your left if you need it."

Waving a soft goodbye, she ran up the stairs, and both girls could still hear her squealing about the fact that Sam, her Sam, had brought girls home. Cute girls.

Exchanging a look, the two burst into laughter. Emerson held her stomach slightly to keep herself from exploding, she was cackling so much.

"T-That was quite the first impression."

A sense of relief filled the two girls as they sat by the kitchen island- a false feeling of safety now that they were away from the two decepticons.

Their small bubble of silence was broken as frantic steps flew down the stairs. There appeared the black-haired male known as Sam Witwicky- who looked like all he's been doing was looking over his shoulder. Their arrival probably didn't help his anxiety.