The drive back home was amazing. The sound of the engine filling my ears and a weird tingling yet pleasureful feeling that traveled through my body.

I park in the driveway of my house, feeling my legs shake as I stepped out of the vehicle. T-that drive was exhilarating..

Heat swept through my cheeks as I stood there for a while. The Camaro was old. The leather seats showed age, some parts of it was scratched here and there. Hm..you could use a wash..

I quickly grabbed my bag and the keys to the car, and I head inside, giving my mom a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to give the car a wash." I declared as I go to my room.

I toss my bag near my desk and place my phone and charger on my dresser. I quickly stripped down and put on a pair of cotton shorts, a baggy white t-shirt and tied my hair up in a bun.

I slipped on a pair of flip-flops and went back downstairs and out the back door to get soap, a bucket, sponges and car cleaners as well.

I carried the things back to the front and rolled out the hose. "Ok, let's get you all cleaned up Darling." I said with a smile as I started up the water and added some soap in the bucket.

Ok. Let's get to it.

~•••Time Skip•••~

I wiped the sweat off my forehead, sucking in a deep breath as I scrubbed the last bit of dust off the dash with the ArmorAll spray. I had washed and scrubbed the Camaro getting rid of any grim on the yellow chipped surface.

I washed the tire rims and cleaned up the headlights and the back lights as well. Lastly I cleaned up the seats, also fixing up any cuts in the seats. I vacuumed the floor and shook out the car matts and sprayed the car with some air freshener.

I was soaked from the waist down from spilling the water on me when I was trying to wash him. Parts of my hair had fallen out of the bun and stuck to the back of my neck due to how much I had sweated under the harsh sun's heat. I had lots of dirt and grim staining my clothes including oil when I tried to some maintenence work on the engine.

I waved my hands over my face, trying to cool myself off. Ever since I started working on my vehicle the metal was scorching hot from my every move. Even while I leaned into the seats to clean them; they always seemed to have gotten warm.

I stepped out of the Camaro and dumped the dirty soap water down the driveway. I cleaned up the driveway rolling the hose back up and squeezing out the sponges and smiled happily at my clean shining beautiful Camaro.

"You look so handsome!" I giggled out as I patted the hood. I hummed with delight as I carried the bucket, sponges and spray back in the garage. I leaned back, cracking my back and my fingers before I went back inside.

"Oh my god what happened to you?" Mom asked me with wide eyes as I smiled sheepishly at her. "I was cleaning my car." I replied as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well you're not going anywhere until you clean up." she declared, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Ok whatever." I grumbled in reply as I walked upstairs to my room and went into my bathroom for a hot steamy shower.

~•••After The Shower•••~

Tiredly I walked over to my bed, only in a pair of red boxers and my blue sports bra and fall face first into the mattress.

I stretched my body as I rolled onto my back as I stared up at my ceiling, smiling ear to ear as I kept thinking about my Camaro.

That car is probably one of the few things in my life that means everything to me.

I spread out my arms as I let out a small yawn. At least now I can lay back and I can finally relax. The car still needs a lot of work. I'll probably do some patch up work tomorrow and some paint touch ups.

I stretched once more before curling up to one of my large pillows. My bedroom was my hide away, a safe place I would call it.

The walls were painted a warm yet dark grey. Most of my walls were covered by posters of some of my favourite singers and bands. Linkin Park, Imagine Dragons, Skrillex,  Twenty- One Pilots, Starset, and the list goes on

I also had a few smaller posters of my favourite animes, like Naruto,  Diabolik Lovers, Fairy Tail, Black Butler, Death Note, Attack On Titian; I'm a big fan of anime, and it's also the reason why I stay up so late at night. I can't help but binge watch the night away.

I have an old desk full of all my art supplies and a small stack of books. Next to my desk I have my large book shelf containing my video games, music discs and a few movies, but mostly it was my comic books. Either DC or Marvel and The Walking Dead.

Along with few other book series that I enjoyed reading such as The Maximum Ride series by James Patterson. The Beautiful Creatures series, The Hunger Games, a few books by Stephen King..and so on.

I had a flat screen T.V that hung on my wall across from my bed, that was also connected with my xbox. I have a few school awards that hung over my dressers, and a few group class photos that I pinned to my wall.

Throughout my life we had moved to different places due to my dad's job. In a way I didn't mind always traveling to new cities and towns. But at the same time I hated it.

I was bullied a lot in school, which was another reason why I hated making new friends, and why it was so hard for me.

Ever since I was little, the kids in all my classes thought of me as "nerd". It got worse as I got older. They began to pick on me for the way I dressed, they way I looked or constantly taunt me about all the things that I enjoyed doing. As I got older, they began to target my weight; they struck at every nerve they could reach. It affected me drastically to the point where I have developed an eating disorder, and I was put on anti-depressants.

I never understood what I did wrong to deserve how badly I was treated. I was never mean to anyone, even to those who had bullied me in the past. All I wanted was to fit in and make friends, but clearly that didn't work out.

I hated my life growing up. I hated how I looked, the things I did, the things people thought or said about me. The bullying had gotten really bad at certain schools that my mother took the job of home schooling me, but of course with her teaching me and balancing her own job, I had no choice but to go back to school after a year or so of home school.

I've seen better days now that I've gotten older. But highschool isn't any better. I'm not like most girls in my school. I don't have that pretty hour glass figure, or big boobs and a pretty looking butt. I don't have plumped pink lips, and lavish eyelashes...

I'm the girl guys ask out for jokes, or that were pressured in doing so by their bone headed friends. I'm not pretty enough to go on dates, or skinny enough to be a cheerleader. I'm just plain old me who hides away in her own little world...

But ever since I met Sam things became better and we just clicked. He became my best friend. He treated me in the way I always wanted to be treated. He's so kind, and sweet, charming and funny. He's always there to give me a helping hand. Another reason why I fell in love with him.

I take in a deep breath, before rolling to my side, facing my nightstand and looked over at my clock. Well I still got lots of time to kill maybe I can go out for a drive?

I sighed, sitting up from my bed, groaning in the process before I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a new set of clothes.

I changed into a plain black t-shirt and black ripped jeans. I put on my black converses, and tug on my blue jean jacket; swiping the keys off my dresser as I head out the door and stampede down the stairs.

"Mom, you like the car?" I asked as I see her looking at the car from outside of the front steps of the house. I stepped outside and walked towards her and to my yellow Camaro.

"Sweetie no offence but it looks like a piece of shit." She replied as I frowned. "Well I like it and I cleaned him up too." I said as her crossed her arms over her chest.

"There's no seat belts. I don't want you to go flying out the window." She said, shooting me a small glare as I rubbed my hand over the hood of the car.

"There is a seat belt..well one but still it's fine. It just needs a little work. I mean it's a good thing I took the auto shop classes right?" I replied as with a smile as my mother kept her glare on me.

"So I was wondering if I could for a drive?" I asked her as she raised a brow at me. "Why and where?" She asked as I shrugged. "I don't know. Just a drive." I replied as she sighed, sending me a stern look.

Dad walked outside and smiled over at me before kissing my mom's cheek. She sighed brushing him away fighting back the smile.

"You can go Lisa. But be home before your curfew." Dad said as I smiled at both of them as my mother waved a finger at me. "I want you home by ten o'clock." She demanded as I squealed with delight and hugged them both.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you!" I cried out with delight as mom laughed. I giggled, turning back to my car as I ran over to it and got into the drivers seat and kissed the steering wheel.

"Be careful! Don't forget your seatbelt! And for crying out loud drive safe!" My mother cried out as a I started up the engine and pulled out of the drive way and drove down the road, leaving a cloud of dust behind me.

I turned on the radio and sang loudly to Linkin Park What I've Done basically screaming out the lyrics in between giggles.

I pressed on the gas, feeling the adrenaline course through my veins. This is what freedom feels like..

I sighed as I felt the engine roar with the delight of the speed I was going at, I smiled feeling the vibration through the seat. As the next song played I bobbed my head to the lyrics of Fall Out Boy Thanks For The Memories.

As I sang to the lyrics I saw the public lake come into view. Huh..

As I followed the curve of the road many people came into view. The sound of their music blared so loud that I couldn't even hear my own. I furrowed my brows as I eyed the crowd.

My eyes widened as I then noticed Sam and his weird friend Miles. God that kid is so weird..he can be very vicious in gym trust me basketball is scary when Miles is playing.

I fight the argument in my head of my choices either being keep driving or pull over and go check it out. My mind is telling me no! But my body! My body is telling me yes!" The radio sang out making me jump in surprise from the sudden song change.

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel as I made the fast stupid decision and pulled to the curb.

I put the Camaro in park and switched off the car before getting out with my keys in hand.

I smiled as I see Sam and Miles walking over to a tree that was right next to Trent's blue pickup truck. Huh? Isn't that just peachy?

I could see Sam cursing under his breath as his face turned red. I giggled, Sam is so cute when he blushes.

"It seems like you're having fun?" I said while I walked over to him. Sam looked at me and then looks over at my car. "Is that yours?!" He asked as I giggled. "Hell yeah! Isn't just amazing!"

"Man so it was your car that shattered all the windows!" He whined out as I raised a brow at him.

"Huh?"

"Well you know how I need that last 'A' right? Well I got it and dad surprised me with that Bobby B. guy. I guess you got there before I did."  He exclaimed as he shoved his hands into his front jean pockets.

"Well shit."

"Yeah he mentioned about some girl, buying the mystery yellow camaro when we went to check out the cars." He added on as I smiled sheepishly at him, "well you soon you loose!"

He rolled his eyes, "yeah whatever..." I stuck my tongue out at him before turning my attention back towards Miles. "So you came all the way here to climb trees?" I asked as I looked over at Sam.

"What no! He's climbing a tree I came to-"

"try and impress your crush?" I asked with a laughed. "She's way out of your league. She's dating that prick Trent remember?" I added on looking at him. He glared at me and then back at Miles.

Then Trent strolled over towards us just as Miles grabbed hold of the thick pale tree branch and he hung upside down.

"Hey Witwicky what you doing here?" He asked with a smirk as I rolled my eyes. "We're here to climb this tree." He replied as Trent nodded. "Yeah I can see that. It looks like fun."

After a small moment Trent continued to speak.

"Hey didn't you try out for the football team last year?" He asked Sam as I raised brow at Sam. "You did? When?" I asked confusingly. Trent looked at me. "Is that your car?" My eyes widened for a moment before nodding, "yeah..it is." I replied with gritted teeth.

"Ah..no that wasn't me trying out..I was just researching a book I was doing, ah..book I was writing." He replied breaking the tension.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah? What's it about? Sucking at sports?" Trent chuckled as Sam made sure I didn't run forward to rip his throat out.

"No it's about the link between brain damage and football." He replied as I could help but laugh

Trent glared at him and me before Sam continued. I puffed my cheeks trying to stop myself from laughing.

"No, it's a great book. You'll friends will love it, it got mazes you know? Little colouring area sections. Pop up pictures. It's a lot of fun."

Trent clenched his fists and glared at Sam. "Oh you think that's funny-" Mikaela went in front of Trent and pushed him slightly back.

"Trent stop ok chill..." She whispered as I stood in front of Sam. I glared at the jock as he clenched his jaw.

"Hey guys I know of a party. Let's go, let's head." Trent called out as Sam glared at Miles. "You got to get out of that tree right now. Get..just get out the tree right now, please."

Miles jumped off the tree. "Did you see that dismount? All the chicks were watching me."

"You're making me look like an idiot. You made both Lisa and I looked like idiots just now." Sam spat as he tossed Miles his sweater as both Sam and I walked away and towards my car.

"Wow.." He said looking at my car. I smiled from ear to ear. I patted the hood. "I just love my car!" I kissed the hood and smiled.

"So can I get a ride?" Sam asked as I looked at him his face glowed bright red. "No in that way kind of ride like a ride home." He rambled out quickly as I laughed. "I know what you meant Sam jeez..when did you get so shy around me?"

"What about Miles?" He asked as I glared at Sam. "No offence but I really don't like him..and it's my car and I only allowed you so far to come into my new car. Miles is too weird." Sam sighed and turned to see Miles come over.

"Hey Lisa can I have a ride?"

"Um sorry but there is no room in the back." I replied as I get in the driver's side.

"But Lisa-Sam?!" He stuttered out as Sam shrugged his shoulders. "She's the driver." He slid in passenger side and closed the door. "Bros before hoes man!"

"Well guess what buddy it's my car and your not my friend Sam is-so bye." I replied with a I smirked and I began to drive off.

"Stop!" Sam yells out and I pressed on the brakes. "What?!" I shrieked as he pointed to where he was looking at.

"Look it's Mikaela! Let her in." I glared at him. "No way! This is my car! I'll gladly kick you out." He looked at me. "What's wrong with her? What did she ever do to you?" He sneered as I rolled my eyes.

"It's not just her ok? She dating Trent!"

"They're not dating. Did you not see the argument they had?"

"I don't watch her with cow eyes like you do! What do you see in her? She is totally out of your league and why the hell would she date someone like you anyways? She popular you're not honestly you can do better!" I snapped angrily as I tightened my grip of my steering wheel.

"Are you serious! Who? Name one girl other than her that would possibly like me?" I bite down on my tongue. I wanted to yell 'me I like you Sam!' But I didn't.

"She's a bitch... She never ever batted her eyes at you ever!" He was about to climb out of the car when I grabbed his arm. "Don't go come on Sam I just don't want you to get hurt." He shrugged me off, and slumped back into the seat.

I closed my eyes and nodded. "Get in the drivers seat. You can try to impress her with my car..you owe me big time." His eyes brighten and he got in the drivers seat and I got in the back.

He pressed on the gas, catching up with Mikaela.

"Mikaela, it's Sam-Sam Witwicky." She ignored him and kept walking. I rolled my eyes. "Hurry up before I change my mind." I grumbled from the back seat as he continued to talk.

"So listen, I was wondering..if I could ride you home? Uh-I mean give you a drive home with my car." She paused for a moment as Sam leaned over, opening the passenger side door and she gets in.

I patted him on the back as Mikaela looks at me and smiled. "Wait isn't this your car?" I nodded in reply. "Yeah but I'm letting Sam drive..just this once." I smiled back at her.

"So uh.." Sam tried to start a conversation. As we drive in silence.

"I can't believe I'm here right now.." Mikaela said. Sam looked a bit hurt. I was going to strangle her. "You can duck down if you want..it won't hurt my feelings or anything." I watched them silently keeping my mouth shut.

"Oh..no, no, no..I didn't mean here with you. I mean here like..this situation, the same situation I'm always in." She explained, "yeah I got a weakness for hot guys, for tight abs and bigs arms."

"Big arms?" Sam repeated. I rolled my eyes. Please don't do anything stupid..

"Well I gotta a couple of additions to the car..like I just put in that light over there"-explained Sam as he flexed his arm, "and that disco ball, so that the light reflects off the disco ball." I groaned. I wanted to slap him so hard across the head. At this rate I'd rather have Miles in the car than Sam.

"Oh." Clearly she didn't know what to say, neither did I. Sam smiled. "Yeah."

"Are you new to the school this year? Is this your first year here?" I looked at her. Are you serious? She doesn't even-she thinks...oh poor Sam...

"Oh no, I..I mean we actually been in the same school ever since first grade." He stated as he looked really hurt.

"R-really?"

"Yeah.." He replied with a nervous laugh.

"Well we got any classes together?" She asked as the urge to smack her upside the head started to feel like a good idea. We literally all have history together..

"Yeah..History, Language, Art, Science.." He listed off as she nodded.

"Sam..Sam Wilwicky.." She said looking at him. "Witwicky." Sam and I corrected in sync. He looked over at me and his cheeks redden. I looked back out the window.

"God..I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you."

"No-no it's ok it's totally understandable." Sam said and then the engine went a little crazy and started to slow down.

"No, no, no, no. No. Come on." Out of nowhere the radio whirred on. "Sorry, I'm just working out the kinks. You know, it's a new car." Sam rambled out.

"Um this radio is like really messed up and um..yeah..." I laughed nervously. "Sam would never ever do this right Sammy?" I kicked his seat. "Y-yeah! This isn't a romantic act what's so ever I swear I'm not that kind of person."

I looked over at the front to see him pulling into a sandy road and to a small open field with an old oak tree.

"When I get that feeling I want sexual healing." The radio sings out.

"You see this radio is, like, you know...its an old radio, too so.." I mumbled as the radio continued to play. Oh dear god what is happening?!

"Sexual healing"

"Look, this isn't something that I you know..I can't get this radio to stop. Look I wouldn't try this on you." Sam replied he hit the radio a few times before he looked at Mikaela.

"This is like a romantic thing that I'm not trying to do." Sam tried to explain as a new tune began to play.

"I feel good!"

"Uh-huh." Mikaela grumbled out as she began to pull her hair into a bun.

"Not that you're not worthy of trying something like this on."

"So good!"

"No of course not." She mumbled super annoyed.

"I know Sam like for my whole life he would-"

"-yeah just like she said I would-I mean me and you are friends and I-"

"I got the feels!"

"I'm a friend of yours. I'm not a romantic friend. Romantic friends do this. I mean, I'm not that friend. I mean, we..I could be."

"OW! I feel good!" The radio blared out as Mikaela opened the door and glared at Sam. "Just pop the hood."

"Stupid! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Sam snapped as he kicked my car radio.

"Hey! This is my fucking car stop kicking the radio you cunt!" I smacked him hard across the head.

Sam rolls his eyes. "OW! Well your amazing car just ruined my chance with-"

"Oh boo hoo poor Sam did you not hear her in the car? She doesn't even know you, she didn't even recognize you!" I cut him off as I glared at him.

He kept quiet, sinking into the driver's seat in shame. I sighed, rubbing my temples, "just go with Mikaela and deal with her ok?" I mumbled, not daring to meet his gaze. He didn't say a word to me as he got out of the car.

"First and last time I'm doing this for you." I hissed after he left. I rubbed my hand on my car's radio. "Stupid idiot..he could've really damage you.." I whispered softly, as I felt a small vibration travel up my fingers.

I bite down on my lip, feeling a weird sensation travel through my body. I take in a deep breath as I stepped out of my car and walked over to where Mikaela already popped open the hood.

"Whoa nice headers. You've got a high-rise double-pump carburetor. That's pretty impressive Lisa." Mikaela said with a smile as both Sam and I looked over at her.

"Double-pump?" Sam asked as I rolled my eyes.

"It squirts the fuel in so you can go faster." Mikaela and I replied in sync as we both looked at each other and smiled.

"Oh..I like to go faster." Sam mumbled out as Mikaela leaned over the engine, holding one hand onto the hood as she grabbed the distributor cap. "It looks like your distributor cap's a little loose."

"Yeah? How did you know that?" Sam asked as she wiped her hand on her jean skirt.

"My dad. He was a real grease monkey. He taught me all about this. I could take it all apart, clean it, put it back together." She replied as I nodded in approval

"That's weird. I just wouldn't peg you for mechanical." Sam replied as Mikaela shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, you know I don't really broadcast it. Guys don't like it when you know more about cars than they do. Especially not Trent. He hates it." She added on as she looked at Sam with a faint smile.

"Yeah, you know, I'm cool with, you know, females working on my engine. I prefer it actually." He exclaimed as I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah..you wanna fire it up for me?" She asked him as he nodded, running back into his car as he started to turn the key but the engine wouldn't budge. "You know, if Trent is such a jerk why are you with him?" Sam asked as I wanted to facepalm myself.

Sam you idiot..

"You know what? I'm just..I'm gonna walk. Uh..good luck with your car." Mikaela said as she grabbed her bag before starting to walk.

"Alright. Walking's healthy, right?" Sam asked as he ran to your car. "Come on please work. Don't let her walk away. Come on, come on, come on." Sam begged as he tried starting it up.

"Here let me try!" I snapped as I got him out of the driver's seat as I sit down, running my fingers over the dash and radio.

"Come on Sweetie. I know Sam hurt you but you have to work!" I begged as I pressed on the grass and turned the key, hearing the engine make the choking sound.

In matters of seconds the engine roared with that healthy purr as the radio came back on blasting music.

"Baby come back! Any kind of fool could see!

"Mikaela!" Sam screamed as he closed the hood shut as he ran around closing the passenger side door.

"There was something in everything about you!"

"Hey!" Sam cried out as I jumped onto the back seat as he quickly got in the driver's seat. I couldn't help but snort as he swerved around.

"Baby come back! You can put all the blame on me!"

Sam revved the engine making me jolt. I ignore the weird feeling as Mikaela laughed, stepping back into the Camaro.

"I was wrong and I just can't live without you!"

~•••••Time Skip•••••~

After we dropped her off I drove Sam home. "Thanks for everything today Lisa.." I looked at him and nodded. "You owe me big time Sam..I'm serious." He chuckled "yeah, yeah I know. I'll play you back for this."

"Goodnight" I whispered softly as he smiled over at me as he stepped out of my car. "Night.."

I pull out of his drive way and I slowly drive down the road as I took in a deep breath. "What does she have that I don't?" I asked myself as I felt tears weld in my eyes.

"How can Sam like her so much? She hardly even know's him!" I snapped angrily as I hit the steering wheel out of anger.

I felt the car shudder as I hear a sad whir. I slammed on the breaks instantly as I squeezed the steering wheel, feeling a sob building up.

I began to hiccup as take in deep breaths of air as my chest tightened. "It's not fair you know?" I choked out as I started talking to my damn car.

"I have liked Sam for years! Since I was a little kid for crying out loud! How is it fair?!" I snapped angrily as the tears fall down my face as the sob finally escapes me.

"I just wish he would like me." I hiccuped out as I hear the radio glitch on. "You don't have to try so hard. You don't have to give it all away. You just have to get, up, get up, get up, you don't have see the same things."

I smiled through tears as I worked down a swallow. I rubbed my hand over the radio. "I'm sorry Hot Rod-God I can't believe I'm talking to a car.."

"We don't have the time to be sorry..so baby be the life of the party."

I raised a brow at the sudden song change. Not that I don't like Shawn Mendas. That man is drop dead gorgeous.

I sighed, leaning my body against the seat feeling a pulse of heat travel through the leather seat and to my body.

"What will I ever do with Sam?" I groaned out as I sat up in my seat and I rested my hand on the radio.

I scanned through the channels till I found one of my favourite songs and I sang along with the radio as I then placed the car into drive as made my way home.

"I thought I saw the devil,
this morning.
Looking in the mirror.
Drop of rum of my tongue, with the warning to help me see myself clearer.
I never meant to start a fire.
I never meant to make you bleed.
I'll be a better man today!
I'll be good, I'll be good, and ill love the world like I should.
Yeah.
I'll be good, I'll be good.
For all of the times..
I never could.."

I drive home, pulling into the driveway. "God I'm drained..." I whispered softly.

I turn off my car and I sat in the car for a little bit. Not too long ago I was sobbing my heart out over Sam.

I felt a little crazy considering I had a melt down and was telling my car about it. Its not like it's a living a thing, let alone that could even understand a word I was saying..but for some reason it felt ok. I got it all off my chest. It felt kind of good to just let it out.

I kissed the centre of the wheel where that weird symbol was and I get out of the car. I grabbed my belongs that I needed and I locked up.

I patted the hood of my car, as I look at my beautiful Camaro. "Good night car see you tomorrow." I can't believe I'm still talking to a car.

I groggily get to my room and change into a grey T-shirt and black cotton shorts. I didn't care to do my usual night routine as I slip under my bed sheets and close my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

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A/N hey everyone sorry if my chapter was too long it like what only 2256 words an counting lol anyways don't forget to vote and comment and most of all fan🤗 stay tune for more. Peace out!