'Ello lovely readers! I had recently become obsessed with the Transformers franchise lately, so I'd thought I'd write my own story - er fanfiction. Hope you like it!

Oh, the chapter song, you're probably wondering, 'We are the Champions?' yeah it goes along with when Sam gets the A and it's like the tune saying, 'I did it! We're gonna get a car! Fudge yeah!'

Ƈнαρтєя Oηє: Ƭняєє A'ѕ
"Sσмєтιмєѕ уσυ נυѕт ωαηт тσ нιт уσυя вяσтнєя ιη тнє нєαɗ ωιтн α вαѕєвαƖƖ вαт fσя вєιηg ѕтυριɗ, вυт ιη тнє єηɗ, уσυ ѕтιƖƖ Ɩσνє нιм." - Uηкησωη

Ƈнαρтєя Sσηg: Ɯє Aяє тнє Ƈнαмρισηѕ - Qυєєη
"I've paid my dues,
time after time.
I've done my sentence,
but committed no crime.
And bad mistakes ‒
I've made a few.
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face,
but I've come through.
(And I need just go on and on, and on, and on)
We are the champions, my friends,
and we'll keep on fighting 'til the end.
We are the champions.
We are the champions.
No time for losers,
'cause we are the champions of the world.
I've taken my bows,
and my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it.
I thank you all.
But it's been no bed of roses,
no pleasure cruise.
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race,
and I ain't gonna lose.
(And I need just go on and on, and on, and on)
We are the champions, my friends,
and we'll keep on fighting 'til the end.
We are the champions.
We are the champions.
No time for losers,
'cause we are the champions of the world.
We are the champions, my friends,
and we'll keep on fighting 'til the end.
We are the champions.
We are the champions.
No time for losers
'cause we are the champions."

The dream of the strange blonde boy with bright blue eyes started a few days, maybe a week ago. Right when I closed my eyes, I found myself in a dark room, and I almost freaked out, since I have claustrophobia. Enclosed, dark places are one of my worst nightmares.

"Anyone there?" I called out to no one in particular. This was my dream after all. I mean I could dream up a Channing Tatum and make him appear right there.

"Hello?" I heard a voice that wasn't mister Tatum reply. I gasped, not really expecting anyone to answer me back. "Who's there?"

It was still dark as the voice echoed across the walls of the enclosed room. "M-my name is Bethany Witwicky. Who're you?" I ask, cautiously stepping forward, but then find myself tripping and falling forward. I was pretty sure I was going to fall on my face when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, pulling me upwards.

"Wha-?" My sentence was cut off as my eyes met with a pair of bright blue eyes, like they were glowing. The belonged to a very attractive boy with shaggy blonde hair, a sort of strong build with a black sleeveless shirt with yellow stripes, a pendant that had a sort of weird insignia on it and dark jeans.

I realized his arms were wrapped around me in a protective manner, but the strange thing was I didn't want this boy to let me go. Was it his looks or because his arms felt safe?

Finally finding my voice, I ask again, "Who're you?"

"My name's Bumblebee." The boy answers, and his voice literally wants to make me fall to my knees - it was a mix between a British and American accent.

I felt his arms, running my hand along his arm, as I felt tingles go up my palm. Was this real? He feels like it. He looked down at me as touched his arms, and he didn't mind it.

"Is Bumblebee a nickname or something? Because there is no way your parents would name you Bumblebee, unless they were complete green thumbs."

The boy - Bumblebee - let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, it's sort of a nickname."

"Do you know where we are?" I question, as his arms let go from around me - even though I didn't him to.

He shoke his head. "No clue. Do you?"

Shaking my head as well, I sigh. "Nope. But I don't like it. It's too dark and it's starting to get a bit creepy."

After a few moments of silence, Bumblebee says, "You said your name was Bethany Witwicky, right?"

I nodded. "Yup. Older twin of Sam Witwicky. Why?"

"Do you know where the glasses of Archibald Witwicky?" He demands, his eyes going wide.

"Yeah, my brother is trying to sell them on E-Bay. Why do you ask? I mean if you wanna buy them they're probably five dollars. Pretty overpriced for a pair of glasses if you ask me."

Bee's eyes go to normal, as he laughs. "N-no, I don't wanna buy them its just... it's kinda hard to explain."

I shrug, crossing my arms. "Hey go ahead Blondie, I've got literally all day - er, night."

He gulps, rubbing the back of his neck. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me." I smirk, looking up at him.

Bumblebee looks at me for a few seconds, just staring at me. Then finally he sighs. "Okay, well, uh... would you believe me if I told you I'm not human?"

I tilt my head in confusion. "What are you, a wizard or something?" I gasp. "Are you here to come to take me to Hogwarts? Do I get to train as a witch?"

"No, sorry," He chuckles, shaking his head. "But I'm not a wizard, or any other mythical creature - well, sorta. I-I'm... I'm a-"

"Bennie!" I heard a voice call out, that wasn't in my dream. I realized that was Sam, and it was probably time to get up. I looked to Bumblebee, taking in his appearance once more.

"I'll see you again Bee," I say, smiling at him. "Then you can explain to me how I'm getting to Hogwarts."

He grins at me just before everything disappears, and I open my eyes. Sam is standing over me, a loop-sided grin on his face. "Morning my beautiful sister of mine!"

Quirking my eyebrow, I question, "Okay, what do you want?"

"N-nothing!" He quickly dismisses. I turn my head, raising my eyebrow even further, wanting him to press the matter further. My younger twin sighs. "Okay! I might've eaten the rest of your... your Lucky Charms."

I smile sweetly, and innocently, but really I just wanted to strangle him with my bed sheets. "Oh you did now?"

"Look Ben, I didn't mean to!" Sam says, covering his face. "And you're going to get me back aren't you?"

Taking my pillow from behind me, I hit him with it, causing him to run out the door. "Oh you bet I will! When you least expect Sammy! I'ma get ya!"

Dad peaked in the door, then looked to see Sam running into his room. He nods, knowing what he did. "Sam ate your-"

"Yup."

"I'll pick up some more after we get your car."

"Our car!" My twin corrects from his room. I roll my eyes, smiling at my dad.

"Thanks." I close my door, and walking into the bathroom, taking a shower. Once I got out I changed into a simple pair of shorts, white tank top, a gray cardigan, and my plain black Converse. I didn't doll up for school because I mean, who would? School is nothing special.

While I grabbed my bag, I started to think about that boy - Bumblebee. Was he a real person or just a figment of my imagination? But whatever it was, it felt so real. I touched my palms with my fingers, remembering the feel of him. If it was a dream, why did it leave such an effect on me?

"Meow?" I look down to see my orange tabby cat, rubbing against my leg, and purring. Smiling, I reached down to pick her up. She was around seven or eight weeks and we got her from one of our neighbors. I named her Weasley from my obsession of Harry Potter, because the Weasley's had orange/red hair.

She climbed into my lap and curled up into a ball, playing with my fingers. I giggle, continuing to play with her.

xxXxx

"Bethany Witwicky," It was the last class of the day, and it was history. Both Sam and I needed an A in this class in order to get our car. I got a thousand from doing a couple things around the neighborhood - baby-sitting, animal watching, mowing the lawn, things like that - and Sam got his thousand. "You're up."

I got up from my desk, looking over at Sam, as he gave me an encouraging thumbs up. I stood in front of the class with a small bag of things about my family genealogy project,

"Okay, my name is Bethany Witwicky." I say. "And since my brother is doing something on our dad's side, I thought I'd do something on our mom's. I traced my mother's maiden name on and a couple of people popped up. One of the most famous ones was Jane Austen. And if you don't know who Jane Austen is well, maybe you might remember this books."

Reaching into my bag I pulled out a copy of Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice, and a list of poems by her that I printed out online.

"Jane Austen wrote the famous Sense and Sensibility," I held up the said book, "which is about life and love life on the Dashwood sisters, Elinor and Marianne. It mostly about sappy romance, but it's an amazing book. The other one, Pride and Prejudice," I put down the other book and held up that one, "is about Elizabeth Bennet who deals with a lot of problems about manners, education, marriage, all in the time of nineteenth-century England.

"Anyways, Jane Austen was born December sixteenth, seventeen seventy-five in Stevenson, Hampshire, England. Education wise, she was taught at Oxford and Southampton from seventeen eighty-three to seventeen eighty-seven. Around eighteen hundred she moved with her dad in Bath England, and fell in love with a man, hence the big romance novels. Anyways, he had died, and two years later she was proposed to by Harris Bigg-Wither, and she accepted even though she didn't love him. She told him that she couldn't marry him because she didn't love him, and that soon made her start writing.

"She was literally one of history's greatest authors." I finish, taking a deep breath. I looked to my history teacher, who really wasn't paying attention.

"A," he simply said, and I mentally cheered in my head. When I passed Sam's desk, I held out my hand for a high-five, and he returned it. I sat in my desk just as the teacher called for my twin.

Sam went to the front of the classroom, dumping out the contents of his backpack. "Sorry, I got a lot of stuff. For my family gene-" he was interrupted by a piece of paper hitting his neck. I looked over to see Trent with a rubber band between his fingers. I rolled my eyes, glaring at him, but looked to my brother.

You okay? I mouth. He nods in response as the teacher stands up.

"Who did," he looked around the room, "who did that? People! Responsibility."

He was not paying attention at all. I look to my twin, nodding for him to continue. He sends me a small smile. "Um, okay, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great grandfather, who was a famous man. Ah, Captain Archibald Witwicky, very famous explorer. In fact he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal." Sam held up a map, showing the said place. "In eighteen ninety-seven, he took forty-one brave sailors straight to the Arctic Shelf. So that's the story right? And here," he grabbed one of the tools from his pile of artifacts, "we have some basic instruments of the nineteenth century seamen."

The class again burst into a fit of giggles, causing my to roll my eyes at them, as the teacher held up his quiet sign.

Sam continued, "This here's the quadrant. You can get it for eight bucks. It's all for sale by the way." He put down the quadrant and picked up another piece of equipment. "Like the, uh, sextant." Yet again the class started to laugh and giggle, causing the teacher to hold up his quiet sign once again, but it didn't do anything.

"You can pay fifty dollars for this. It's a bargain." I rolled my eyes at my twin. "These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses." He held them up, examining them. "I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things-"

"Are you going to sell me his liver, Mr. Witwicky?" Our history teacher questioned. "This isn't show and sell, this is the eleventh grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you're doing.

"I know I'm sorry," My twin apologized. "It's just, this is all going toward my - uh I mean mine and my sister's car fund. You can tell your folks, it's on E-Bay, , cold hard cash works too, and the compass makes for a good gift for Columbus Day!"

"Sam." The teacher snaps, holding his head in his hands.

My brother apologized once more and continued with his project. "Unfortunately, my great-great grandfather, the genius that he was, ended up going blind and crazy," He held up old newspapers with weird and strange symbols on them, "and ended up in a psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some giant iceman. He thought he discovered-" He was cut off when the ball ringing as everyone got up from their seats.

"Okay, might be a pop quiz tomorrow might not! Sleep in fear tonight." I went over to my brother as he held up the glasses after shoving everything in his bag.

"Fifty, forty, thirty!" He tried, but he was just ignored.

"Sam!" The teacher snapped in a frustrated voice.

We both walked over to his desk, as Sam grinned. "Alright, pretty good, right?"

"Uh, I'd say a solid B minus." Both mine and Sam's eyes went wide.

"No..." I looked up to Sam who was looking at the teacher in disbelief.

"A B minus?" he repeats.

"You were hocking your great-grandfather's crap in my classroom."

"Look kid's enjoy - can you do me a favor?" Sam questions. "Can you look out the window for a second. You see out father? The guy in the green car?" The teacher looks out the window, to see our dad. "Okay, well let me tell you about a dream. Two twin's dream. And a man's promise to those twins. He looked us in the eye and said, 'Kids, I'm gonna buy you a car as long as you bring me three A's each and two thousand dollars' okay? We both got the two thousand dollars, I've got two A's, and Bennie's smarter than I am, so she already has those, but your B minus? Here's the dream," He demonstrated with his hands, "Poof! Dream gone. So sir, just ask yourself..." Sam thought for a few moments but I finished with,

"Sir, what would Jesus do?" I ask, trying to give my best puppy dog eyes.

Okay, that was the first chapter! Hope it wasn't too boring or straight forward... anyways, next couple chapters should be posted soon. Toodles!