It was the next day and me and Charlie were up front as Memo was in the back seat. Bumblebee was still messing with the radio.
Charlie: He's been going up and down on that dial all day today and I don't know why.
"Hey, Memo? You wanna see his reflexes?"
Memo: What?
Charlie lets go of the steering wheel and Bee drives himself.
Memo: Oh! Oh, God!
Charlie: Yo, give me your shirt.
Memo: Huh?
Charlie: Give me your shirt.
Memo: You mean the shirt that I'm wearing?
"Yes, the shirt you're wearing."
Charlie: I'll give it back to you.
Memo: Okay.
He starts to take off his shirt.
Charlie: Come on! Give me your shirt!
He gives her his shirt. I tap the roof and Bee opens the roof and Charlie blinds herself with his shit and stands up.
Memo: Wait, wait, wait! Hey, no, no! You don't need to do this.
Charlie: Yes, I do.
I stand up as well.
Memo: No, but...
Charlie: Come here. Come on!
Memo: No, I get it. I get it!
I pull Memo up.
Charlie: Whoo-hoo!
The shirt then flew off in the wind.
Charlie: Oh. Sorry. I know I promised you, but, yeah, you're not getting that back.
We all started to scream as Bee continued to drive...
3rd POV:
At Sector Seven, Shatter and Dropkick were using the human's technology to find Bumblebee.
Dr. Powell: It's incredible! They're combining our technology seamlessly. Satellites, phones, computers. They're creating an interconnected web of information. Volumes of data at their fingertips. It's revolutionary.
Jack: He's a weird guy. You ever notice that about Powell?
Dr. Powell: They're tracking fluctuations in Energon levels. It's like a heat signature specific to their species. It's astonishing. It's beautiful. It's...
They turned off the radio.
Dr. Powell: Hello? Hello?
Jack: You've given them our satellites, our comms, God knows what else.
Man: Yet in the space of a day, they've given us a way to not only hunt down B-127, but all of them. Let them finish what they're doing. Let them find B-127. And then I'll give you permission to destroy them all. Use them for spare parts.
Jack: Sir, yes, sir.
Y/N POV:
We all sat down, and we continued to drive.
Memo: So, you have no idea where he came from?
Charlie: No idea.
Memo: You thought about calling the cops?
Charlie: What are they gonna do, Memo? They're just gonna send him away to a lab and do weird science experiments on him.
Bumblebee: ♪ Weird Science! ♪ Plastic tubes and pots and pans... ♪
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Transformers (Male Reader)
FanfictionOn the run in the year 1987, Bumblebee the Autobot seeks refuge in a junkyard in a small California beach town. Y/N is friends with Charlie Watson and their lives change forever when they encounter Bumblebee. Follow Y/N as he tries his hardest to he...
