Disclaimer: I do not Transformers, or any of the original cast. I only own my crazy OC, and any plot twists/plot bunnies that there might be. ~Hannah

I never thought driving Miles to a lake party would be so..amusing! The entire drive was spent listening to songs that sent a clear message to Miles: I'm never ever dating you. Although, I could have sworn the radio stations changed on their own. Oh well, as long as it gives Miles the right message, I'm fine with it.

"Can we just turn the radio off?" Miles mumbles for about the 100th time.

"Nope." I answer, popping the 'p'. Miles just shakes his head, and I smirk. I truly love playing with his pea sized brain. If he even has a brain.

As we near the lake I literally shove Miles out of my truck. Not that I needed help, my truck shoved him out on its own. Best.Truck.Ever. I smile wickedly as I hear Miles land on the ground with a 'oompf'.

"God dammit Tai!" Miles whines.

"Not Tai moron. It's Tanya. Tanya Wess." I say using my James Bond voice. (Just had to XD)

"Whatever." Miles mumbles as he runs over to Sam. I sigh happily while reclining my seat. Just because I said I would drive Miles here, doesn't mean I'm going to mingle. I prefer being single. Now before any of you judge me, let me just say this. How many people get to say they're a single pringle? Mmmm..pringles. I'm sure I'll find someone who loves guns as much as I do one day...maybe. But for now, I shall live as a single pringle!

"Speaking of guns, I need to clean Bullseye." I mutter to myself. Now call me crazy all you want, but I swear my truck lurched forward..in shock. Surprise? I don't know how to explain it...I think my truck is..alive. Ha! Now I officially lost my mind. Or have I?

"Let me in!" Miles shouts, banging on my truck.

"Are you hitting my truck?" I growl, lowering my window.

"I've been out here for five minutes, trying to get your attention!" Miles complains. Huh, I guess talking to yourself passes time fast...alright then.

"Sorry Miles. Wait? Isn't Sam supposed to drive you home?" I ask. Sam better be driving him home. The whole deal we made was that I would drive Miles to the party, and he would give him a ride home.

"No, he kicked me out!" Miles replies kicking at the dirt. Sam...you shall die by my spoon of fury.

"Well I'm NOT driving you home," I sneer. "Okay..do your thing." I whisper to my truck, testing out a theory.

At first silence, but then the engine roars to life. Oh hell yes!

"See ya Miles!" I shout out the window as I tear away. As I look back at Miles, I burst out laughing at his flustered face.

"Best truck ever." I whisper happily; patting the dashboard. Oh yeah, definitely best truck ever.

~~~~Sexy Line Break~~~~Time Skip~~~~

To say Sam got hurt is an understatement. Now don't go and start calling me an abuser. Because that's not what I do! Instead of enforcing physical pain, I enforce...mental pain. You see, as a Witwicky, there is nothing more valuable than perfect hair. Yeah, Ron might be bald, but back in the day he had amazing hair. Okay now I'm sounding creepy. Anyway, I decided to mess with his hair the best way ever....I added pink hair coloring to his shampoo. And if my hypothesis is correct, it should turn his hair pink. Now there's only one flaw to this plan, Sammy only showers once and a while; only three times a week. Yuck I know, but hey, he's a boy. So now my only hope is that he showers soon.

"Tai you home?" Sam calls from downstairs.

"Shit!" I exclaim while hiding any evidence.

"Tai? What are you doing in my bathroom?" Sam asks with a frown. Shit! How the hell did he get up here so fast!?

"Uh...just looking for," I look around frantically for an excuse. "Just..looking for...extra soap!" I exclaim holding up a bottle of soap.

"Tai, that's Men's bath soap." Sam chuckles.

"Uh..right! I know...I..wanted to try something different. You know? Smell..more manly!" I mumble. Smooth Tai, real freaking smooth.

"Right.." Sam says shaking his head. "Crazy lady." Sam whispers as he leaves the bathroom. I exhale a breath of air I didn't know I was holding. That was way too close for comfort. Next time, I better think of a better plan.

I yawn and head for my room. This day was way too crazy for me.

~~~~Sexy Line Break~~~~Time Skip~~~~

"Tanya wake up!" Sam screams, running into my room like the house was on fire.

"Where's..the fire?" I ask through a yawn. Sam just growls.

"There's no fire Tai! Someone's taking our cars!" Sam exclaims angrily. Okay now that woke me up! I shove past Sam and head for the front door; Sam behind me, running and screaming. Before I step outside I slip on a pair of my shoes, without looking, and run.

"Hey come back with my truck!" I shout. No luck the dude just keeps driving away with my truck. "Two can play at this game bro." I hiss as I charge after my stolen truck.

"Tai move!" Sam shouts as he rushes by me. I frown, but move out of his way.

"Did you see where they went?" I say through labored breaths. Man, I need to lay of the cookies.

"Yeah, they crossed the train tracks." Sam whispers, leading us towards our stolen cars. Although as we near where they are supposed to be, we don't see our cars. No, there's no cars in sight. Instead, two giant freakin robots stand there! Holy...I knew it! So I'm not crazy after all...awesome.

"Sam...do you see two badass robots too?" I whisper; still staring at them.

"Yeah...holy shit." Sam mumbles as he takes out his phone. Please tell me you're not-

"My name is Sam Witwicky," You are an idiot. "And this is Tanya Wess," Sam says pointing the camera at me. Don't point it at me! Urgh.. "Whoever finds this our cars are alive, okay?" He then points the camera at the standing robots, which are shining a bright light. Holy crap! It's like Batman in real life! "You saw that?" Sam continues. Oh yeah, I see it. "If I don't survive, I just wanna say, Mom, Dad, Mojo, and Tanya I love you, and if you find Busty Beauties under my bed, it wasn't mine." Aww Sammy! And EWWW!

"I'm holding it for Miles. No, no, wait that..okay that's not true. It's mine and Uncle Charles gave it to me." And behold this facepalm worthy moment. "I'm sorry. Mojo, I love you." Sam whispers before stopping the video.

"Really Sam? I was just holding it for Miles?" I ask with a smirk. He just glares at me, but we both share the same scared expression when we hear dogs barking.

"Oh crap...bad dogs!" I yelp as they get free from their chains. "Run Sam! Run like the wind!" I shout. I don't take time to look back, and only run for my life. I don't have to outrun the dogs, I only need to outrun Sam...easy as pie.

Wrong! So very wrong! I hit a dead end, which gives the dogs a perfect chance to attack me. I side step the first one, but the second one is able to get a small, yet harmful, bite on my left thigh.

"Off!" I hiss through clenched teeth as I try to get the dog off. But nooo! It latches its teeth on my calf. Oh god...its going to eat me. Wait...can it eat me? As if the lord was watching over me, my truck comes rushing to the rescue, scaring the damn dogs away.

"Thanks...woah..nappy time." I mumble as the word starts to spin and darken. I think the dog caused more damage than I thought.

As the world around me darkens I could have sworn I heard a gruff voice mutter something about 'fragging pit spawned animals'. Although I probably imagined it. And so, with that last thought I crumble to my knees.

Only allowing darkness and pain to follow me.

~~~~Sexy Line Break~~~~

Heyoz! I know I said there would be no update today, but I changed my mind. My apologies if there are any errors, I wrote this half awake. I also apologize if its a bit short, I'm extremely tired. But I promise the next update(s) will be about 2,000 words long.

I'm also dedicating this chapter to: @autumngirl205

She's an amazing author, and practically my double ;) She gives me inspiration I need to write.

Hope you all had a Merry Christmas :D I also want to know what you guys think about the new cover. Leave your comments on what you think

~Till all are one, stay fluffy~ Hannah♡