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-Spazz-

Anyway im semi back now guys! I'll try up dating when I can or when I've actually finished something! but as a sorry PLEASE ENJOY THIS

-Always Wear Your Seatbelt-

Misfits shifted against Bumblebee's leathery backseat, and put her jacket on.

Not because Bumblebee's AC was ridiculously cold -it wasn't-, but because she had nothing better to do other than punch his back seat -hard because it made him give a twitch which amused her greatly- every time she saw a Volkswagen car. Playing 'I Spy' with Bumblebee got real old real fast.

As to why she sat in the back seat, she just felt like it, having been in the both front seats already during Chinese fire drills, Bumblebee's favorite roadside game to play with her, mostly because he could eject her from his seats at will.

"-I still don't get how we can't have flown.-" Bumblebee settled down on his hydraulics. Comfortable with the Nevada sun on his top and a stretch of not so wide but insanely open road.

"I don't feel like making a fake passport. You won't believe the crap I get from the chibi's about making those. That and remember the last time we went flying? Or even on that cruse when we had your body on there? How sick you got? How much oil and energon did you spew all over the ships tarmac that I had to take care of before the cameras caught sight of it? How many hours did we spend sitting down because your poor insides were trying to come out of your mouth?"

He huffed, sending a blast of even colder air into his back seat. Misfits didn't mind, she tucked her hands into her hoodie sleeves and sniffed. Oh how he hated when she was right and replied like that.

"Besides, road trips are fun."

"Hmpfh" Bumblebee shook a little, "-So long as you're buying. I suppose it's not that bad.-"

"I buy nothing I have it all in my bag." she smirked,

Companionable silence.

Misfits laid on his back seat, content to look at his roof, because desert was hardly interesting when you couldn't go out and run around in it. Bumblebee himself was content to drive, surf the web and a number of other things at the same time.

A few hours passed, Bumblebee was surprised to find that Misfits had fallen into something of a nap. Or at least he thought she was. He could never be sure; -not bothering to bio-scan her on a daily basis- most of the time she looked like she was asleep in the middle of the day was when she had her headphones on but she wasn't asleep then she was thinking apparently or some other scrap about daydreaming she told him.

"-'Fits? You asleep?-" he swerved a little and jostled his hydraulics a little,

No response.

He cackled quietly. Noticing that her seatbelt was off. Oh this was too good to pass up on.

"-MISFITS!-" He swerved hard to the right then to the left and finally stopped on his breaks sending her flying face first into the back of his drivers seat and finally onto the floor of the back

"WHAT THE HELL IS iWRONG/i WITH YOU?" She yelled at him, giving him a hard punch to the middle seat, which she'd discovered was the more sensitive spot out of all his seats, it made him give a jitter on his hydraulics and swerve a bit. It was something akin to getting a poke in the stomach, and with Misfits's punches it was like someone jabbing a finger into your belly button really hard.

He snickered and snorted, " You forgot to buckle your seat belt."

"Jackass." Misfits huffed