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Title: Delivery Boy
Rating: G
Pairing: Bee/Sam
Summary: He'd found just the perfect job for both of them.
Notes: Reposted since it took me far too long before forcing LJ to cooperate with Word text formats and cuts. What the hell, LJ?? Anyways, very short and kinda-fluffy.
Sam rang the doorbell and shifted his weight from one foot to the other to better accommodate the box propped on his shoulder. The doorknob was promptly twisted and the door opened to reveal a bored-looking man in his fifties.
"All-dress with extra bacon?" Sam read from the slip tacked to the box.
"That's me."
"6,43$, please."
As Sam handed the pizza over and waited for the man to collect his change, he noticed how the guy's eyes strayed over Sam's shoulders and to the bright yellow '08 Camaro parked in the street. He grinned proudly.
"Nice, ain't he?"
The man wasn't really counting his change anymore. From the size of the house and the car parked in the driveway, it was easy to guess that the guy was very...comfortable.
"It is," the man finally agreed. His eyes returned to Sam with a glint of amusement in them. "I didn't know delivery boys could afford '08 Camaros."
"Secret of the trade."
The man laughed quietly and handed Sam two fives. "Thanks, kid. Enjoy your car."
Like he needed to be told. Sam walked back to Bumblebee with a wide grin. As he slipped in the driver's seat, he stroked the wheel. The engine revved louder.
"Man, I love my car." He never got tired of the customers' reactions. He'd taken the crappy job to have the opportunity to be with Bee even more, but this was an appreciable extra. Never let it be said that Sam Witwicky wasn't a little showoff-ish.
"I'll be oh so good to you, I'll do anything you want me to. Love there's still time, let me take you away. Let me take you away, let me take you away, love there's still time, let me take you away," rang out of the radio as Bumblebee started driving down the road, almost tentatively, hopefully.
Sam chuckled. "One last delivery, then you can do whatever you want."
Bumblebee's motor roared to life and he shot down the street, blissfully ignoring speed limitations.