~Austin POV~

Well, after his so-called "date" with Mikayla at the freaking park, Sam drove me back to my house.

Somehow, on the way back, I started thinking about Miko. I don't know what was making me think about her, but for right now, I wanted to sleep after today.

When I went to sleep, it felt great, and I was looking forward to Summer, even though it started off as shitty with Henry dying.

It was 3 AM when I woke up as I saw that Sam's car started driving away with Sam running out!

Sam: Austin, grab your bike!

Austin: What?

Sam: Grab your bike! Come on!

I immediately ran down the steps, got to my garage, grabbed my bike...

...and started riding with Sam as we had to know what the hell was going on and why the car was being stolen.

Sam, who was hellbent on stopping the carjacker, had to mutter this out...

Sam: Where are you going with my car, buddy? Where are you going?

Then, he dialed 9-1-1 as I was looking to beat up whoever was stealing the car.

Sam: Hello? 911 emergency! My car's been stolen! My friend and I arein pursuit! Right? We need all units, the whole squadron. Bring everyone! No, don't ask me questions, all right? My father's head of the neighborhood watch!

After a good long while, we made it to the junkyard, where it was being driven to for some reason.

Sam and I put our bikes down and looked around for where the car was going, but when we finally got to the place, we saw a way's away that the car has COME TO LIFE?!

It turned into a robot as we saw that it lit up something into the sky and it was amazing.

I mean, it was something out of a sci-fi movie and Sam and I couldn't believe what we were seeing.

Then, Sam pulled out his phone and started doing a recording on us as we had to make a recording, as if it's our last few minutes on earth.

Sam: Austin, come do this with me.

Austin: No, man. You do that, I'm just gonna keep an eye out.

He then pressed record on his phone and said...

Sam: My name is Sam Witwicky. Whoever finds this, my car is alive, okay? You saw that? Since this is my on Earth, I just wanna say, Mom, Dad, I love you, and if you find Busty Beauties under my bed, it wasn't mine. 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. I'm sorry. Mojo, I love you.

He hung up the phone as I thought he was being overdramatic. I mean, the thing didn't even attack us yet so I don't see any reason to make a video like that now.

Eventually, we decided to head back towards our bikes and ride back home, but then, guard dogs started coming after us!

Austin: Fuck that! Fuck that! I'm outtie!

Sam: No, you're a good dog! Good dog! Good dog!

We immediately started running until we got to some higher ground and just kicking away the dogs, trying to defend ourselves, all until the car came back and scared them away!

Sam: Okay. Please, please don't kill us! We're sorry!

He then threw the keys at the car and gestured me to get off the high ground as he said...

Sam: Take the keys!! I don't want them! Car's yours!

We ran off as we were gonna get the hell outta this place, all until the cops showed up!

Perfect timing because we gotta get this shit straightened out!

However, instead of helping, they aimed their guns at us!

Sam: Good, you're here.

Officer: Let me see your hands!

Austin: NO, no, no! It's not us!

Officer: Let me see your hands!

Sam: The guy's inside.

Officer: Shut up! Walk towards the car!

I then changed my gesture to the cops as I had my hands raised for them to see, just to show how much I despise the cops...

...knowing where this is gonna go.

We walked up to the car with our hands behind our head.

And speaking of which...

Officer: Put your heads on the hood.

And we did as we were arrested.

We were taken into custody and our parents were called.

Now, I didn't bother to talk to them, knowing how out of touch they've been for some time and I know that if I did, they would send IRA soldiers to the PD's front desk.

~Early Morning~

Mr. Witwicky came by to know what happened as the detective who was wanting to know why were in the junkyard, we told him again and again that we saw the car turning into a robot and signaling something.

Of course, the dick sucking fuck didn't bother to listen and keep asking us the same question.

You know what we thought we were talking to the whole time?

Sam: Look, we can't be any clearer than how crystal clear we are being. It just stood up.

It was like we were talking to fucking Bard the AI bot off of Google or some shit!

Detective: It just stood up. Wow. That's really neat. Okay, chiefie.

He then grabbed the pill bottle that was for Mojo and I know where he was going with this.

He was gonna try to put us in the can for having drugs, when clearly, we both never do as those drugs are for Mojo, the very dog that I adore.

Detective: Time to fill her up. And no drippy drippy. What are you rolling? Whippets? Goofballs? A little wowie with the boys?

Austin: What the fuck are you getting at?

Detective: You wanna talk smart to me, bro?

Austin: How about the fact that we both don't do drugs at all? We've seen it for ourselves, you weren't there.

Detective: Then what's these? Found "Mojo". Is that what the kids are doing now? Little bit of Mojo?

Sam: Those are my dog's pain pills.

Mr. Witwicky: You know, a Chihuahua. A little...

I wasn't looking at anything except I caught a glance at his gun in his holster in his jacket.

He caught me though. I was interested, but not at the moment because this dumb stupid fucker thought I was gonna take it from him and shoot him.

Detective: What was that? You eyeballing my piece, 50 Cent? You wanna go? Make something happen. Do it. 'Cause I promise you I will bust you up.

He got up in my face just wanting me to do something to him when clearly, I got something else in mind: my words.

I mean, he's just being a blithering fucking idiot and an asshole to where he's got a dick up his own while another in his mouth.

Austin: You know, it's really ironic when an officer such as yourself is accusing two kids who don't do drugs when clearly, you act like you're high on drugs. There's a punishment in the police force for that, you know? Penalty's a lifetime in prison.

Detective: Are you threatening me, boy?

Austin: The last thing I would do if I was wanting to give out a threat was to warn you in advance, you dumb bastard.

Detective: You saying that I'm wrong and that I'm high?

Austin: Am I wrong for saying that?

He then looked at me with his face close to mine.

Detective: You're not wrong. I'm gonna let you two go, but you, boy, you better come up with an apology.

Austin: How can I apologize when you literally acted like a dick to us for the past half hour?

He knew he couldn't come back from that and we went home.

Mr. Witwicky dropped me off, I said goodbye to Sam, and when I walked in, my parents were standing with their arms crossed.

Long story short, they grounded me for the rest of the summer. I wasn't allowed to hang with Sam or see or talk to anyone.

I mean, it sucked. It sucked more than a porn star at a Christmas party and it really made me feel like crap about the fact that I just got out of school and now this bullshit had to come in.

Sam and I experienced a phenomenon with a car becoming a robot while our parents jump to conclusions and have no experience of their own? It's just asinine.