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I have absolutely no excuse for this. Silly PG, enjoy!
“Help me, man, I’m so bored!”
Bumblebee obligingly rumbled himself out of stasis. “How can I help?”
A pause. “I dunno. Anything will do. This is killing me.”
“I very much doubt so.”
“Figure of speech, Bee. And it might just be, it’s so damn hot in here.”
“Hotter than when you and Mikaela mate on my hood?”
“Hey--! That’s not the same thing!”
“According to your temperature readings and bodies’ physical reactions, it would be.”
“Come on, you know what I mean…”
“Do tell.”
“I know you know what I mean. You got that pheromone sensor thing.”
“Anything you ever dreamed of, I’m willing to be. Tonight it’s gonna be scandalous--”
“Wha--! Damn, fuck, Bee, don’t do that! You know I can hear it! You’ll get me in trouble!”
Bumblebee wished Sam could hear his laugh. “I’m sorry.”
“Bet you aren’t.”
“Indeed not. But you are not bored anymore, correct?”
“…I guess not. Just don’t go pulling another song like that.”
“Very well. Would this be more appropriate?”
“Wait--what?!”
“I love you, you love me-“
“Damnit, Bee! That wasn’t funny!”
“Go back to your studies, Sam. It might be more interesting if you pay attention.”
“Ha-ha, thanks so much. Friends don’t pull this kinda crap on each other, you know.”
“Shall I play another song?”
“Ack, no! I get it, geez, you’re such a damn pushover. Teach’s got me in her radar now, anyways.”
“I will see you after school, then.”
“Yeah, see you after I get out of this prison. Bye, Bee.”
Bumblebee felt the end of the connection and knew Sam had logged off. Instant messaging truly was useful.
Written in fifteen minutes flat. I do enjoy writing conversation-only drabbles. <3
“Help me, man, I’m so bored!”
Bumblebee obligingly rumbled himself out of stasis. “How can I help?”
A pause. “I dunno. Anything will do. This is killing me.”
“I very much doubt so.”
“Figure of speech, Bee. And it might just be, it’s so damn hot in here.”
“Hotter than when you and Mikaela mate on my hood?”
“Hey--! That’s not the same thing!”
“According to your temperature readings and bodies’ physical reactions, it would be.”
“Come on, you know what I mean…”
“Do tell.”
“I know you know what I mean. You got that pheromone sensor thing.”
“Anything you ever dreamed of, I’m willing to be. Tonight it’s gonna be scandalous--”
“Wha--! Damn, fuck, Bee, don’t do that! You know I can hear it! You’ll get me in trouble!”
Bumblebee wished Sam could hear his laugh. “I’m sorry.”
“Bet you aren’t.”
“Indeed not. But you are not bored anymore, correct?”
“…I guess not. Just don’t go pulling another song like that.”
“Very well. Would this be more appropriate?”
“Wait--what?!”
“I love you, you love me-“
“Damnit, Bee! That wasn’t funny!”
“Go back to your studies, Sam. It might be more interesting if you pay attention.”
“Ha-ha, thanks so much. Friends don’t pull this kinda crap on each other, you know.”
“Shall I play another song?”
“Ack, no! I get it, geez, you’re such a damn pushover. Teach’s got me in her radar now, anyways.”
“I will see you after school, then.”
“Yeah, see you after I get out of this prison. Bye, Bee.”
Bumblebee felt the end of the connection and knew Sam had logged off. Instant messaging truly was useful.
Written in fifteen minutes flat. I do enjoy writing conversation-only drabbles. <3