Title: Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases... AKA The Spring Break of Erica Houston and Myra Daniels... in a nut-shell.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Absolutely nothing. I wish I did. I would be the luckiest Transformers fan girl in the universe.

Warning: Language, violence, and Myra being a bad-ass.

The birds were chirping softly in their cozy nests. Their whistling was bright, cheerful, and sang of new delight and that spring was on the way. A mother robin flew down from her perch on a telephone pole and landed on the nest where her babies were twittering. The young robins lowered their song as their mother snuggled herself over the birds, closing her eyes and drifting off into a nap.

Click!

Hazel eyes peered over the camera before looking down at the newly taken photo of the young oak tree in the park. The branches were starting to bud, a sign of spring and that school would be out in less than two months. Legs crossed Indian style, a blonde haired teen set down her camera before pulling out a notebook from a brown satchel. Wearing only a white crochet, lace halter top, dark blue jean shorts, and gold gladiator shoes, the girl was eagerly waiting for spring. Snatching a pencil from behind her ear, Erica Houston quickly wrote down several notes of her next few upcoming days before her eyes caught sight of something that would be worth taking photos of.

"First take the pictures, then to Ms. Knowles for approval, and finally on the school's website for everyone to see."

Erica gently sat down her notebook and grabbed her camera, pulling it up to her face. Focusing on the object parked across the road, which was a black and silver colored Ford Mustang Cobra, strangely by itself. Reveling in the view the blonde smirked and brought her camera up. But just as she was about to take the picture, a black headed teenager sped past on a bicycle. "Wheeeeeeeeeee!"

The blonde shrieked and dropped her camera in surprise. "What the hell Myra!" Realizing her hands were empty she stooped and grabbed her camera wiping it off while glaring. "You ruined my shot! It would have been perfect and you ruined it!"

'Myra' stood the kickstand up and got off her bike, swinging her damp hair behind her shoulder while sauntering over. She was dressed solely in loose grey sweatpants and a black tank top that hugged her lanky abdomen. Wet black hair spilled out from top of her head framing an angular face with high cheekbones showing her Italian heritage. Twinkling grey blue eyes analyzed everything behind a pair of purple rimmed rectangular glasses that perched on an elongated nose.

She winked at Erica's disposition, her voice drawling with a stubborn Californian dialect that didn't want to fade.

"Daw you love me and you know it. Besides " She flung her hair dramatically. "-dontcha know? I'm a celebrity now."

There was a growl and then the black headed girl had to duck some to avoid getting punched. "Don't push it."

A sly grin and an eye roll was her only reply. Myra then crouched and started rubbing Chance's coat cooing. "Oh who's a good doggie? Who's a good boy? Yes you! Yes you are!" She was answered by a round of barking. Erica raised an eyebrow. "Someone's happy to see you."

"Nah, just the dog treats." Her companion chuckled pulling out a bag from her pants pocket. Immediately the collie perked up, his tail increasing its wagging power. "What think this for you?" She teased him before slipping a treat out and throwing it in the air making him jump for it.

Shaking her head, Erica looked away and eyed her target across the street and then back at her friend, an idea forming. "Since you're here, maybe you could help me with something…"

Myra suspiciously glanced up. "And pray tell what would that be?

"See that car over there?" The raven-haired teen followed her finger. "Could you make sure that there isn't a hobo hiding in the back seat?"

"Smoking car..." She whistled while glancing at Erica. "But for what purpose, eh?"

"To get photos of it of course!" The blonde squealed indicating her camera. "I have a dead line of getting some photos to Knowles tomorrow morning! Plus don't deny it; you want to see it too."

"Uh huh…" She eyed the car as well. Her eyes caught the blue FORD emblem on the car and frowned at her blonde haired friend. "You do realize it's a Ford right? Remember I hate Fords and I can see it just fine from where I'm at."

Erica smiled. "I thought your motto was 'A hot car is a hot car'. And you know you want to get closer to it."

A few moments of silence between the two friends went by before Myra let out a huff and glared at Erica. " Use my own motto against me? That's low, even for you..." Myra groaned in frustration and stood up. She shot her a glare. "You owe me for this."

Erica smirked. "Love you Hawkeye, and don't let the hobos rob you!"

"Yeah yeah shut up." She shot back over her shoulder.

After about a minute of looking over the car, Myra walked back shaking her head. "Nobody there from what I can see."

In answer the blonde began snapping pictures, though keeping a wary eye on both the surrounding area and her friend who chuckled. "Afraid to look like a stalker there, mi amica?"

"Hey, you can't blame a girl for being freaked out. Besides, my career's on the line." She continued taking pictures, trying different angles and positions on her camera. "Grand Theft Auto would kill me."

"Amongst other things…." The raven haired teen mused while a guitar riff from Nickelback's "Midnight Queen" ripped through the air surprising the two. "Oh crap my phone." Myra dug around in her pocket grumbling and brought it up to her ear.

"Hello?" She started while walking away to give herself some privacy.

A whine was at Erica's side and she looked down. "Well, I'm sorry if someone had to tease you with food." Erica replied sarcastically.

The dog let out a woof in response, before diving directly into Erica's satchel. His sensitive nose caught whiff of something delicious and lifted his head, trying to find the smell. He poked his head inside of the satchel and dragged out a bag of Goldfish with chocolate chips mixed in. Chance immediately jumped up and back away from Erica, his teeth sinking into the plastic.

"Drop it Chance." The girl commanded.

The dog refused to move.

Rolling her eyes, Erica reached out to grab her food from Chance's mouth but the dog was too quick. Scowling, the blonde leapt to her feet and chased after Chance. Her dog eventually dropped the bag and began to bark, leaning down on his front paws and wagging his tail. Erica grabbed her snack and glared at the collie. Chance shrunk down in fear, his tail darting between his legs.

Sometimes I ask myself why I begged Diane and Brian to get me a dog. He's so damn stubborn!

Myra walked back with a grumble slipping her phone back into her pocket. "Well damn I wanted to walk home with you and talk about something, but it seems I forgot my towel back at the pool deck…" She kicked a dirt clod in frustration. "So I have to go back and get it before Coach locks up the gate."

Erica flinched. "Yikes…"

The other teen mounted her bike and kicked the stand up giving her friend a smile. "Eh, need the exercise anyway. Talk to you later amica!"

She then rode off back to the high school.

"C'mon boy might as well get on home." Erica spoke, motioning for the dog to follow. Chance rose up and trotted over to his master, tail wagging in relief of the word "home." The two walked over to their designated spot, gathered up their things, and started to walk out of the park when Erica noticed something different about their surroundings.

That's weird... I could've sworn it was right there...

Erica scanned the park and road only to see no mysterious car lurking around. The girl bit her lip. The Mustang was gone.

On her way home, Erica wrapped her jacket tighter around her shoulders, legs starting to become cold. Note to self: never wear shorts until summer because your legs will pay the price. Teeth slightly chattering as another burst of wind blew through, Erica heard the soft purring of a motorcycle engine coming up behind her. Slowing her step, the girl held out her hand and waved it for the rider's attention. Eventually, the cycle came to a stop and the rider pulled off their helmet, revealing a set of messy black hair and blue eyes.

"Jack? Since when did you get a motorcycle?" Folding her arms across her chest, Erica admired the sleek and sexy blue and silver bike in front of her. The boy flushed a light pink, running a hand through his hair and laughing at the girl's joke.

"For about awhile," Jack shrugged, not taking his eyes off the girl in front of him. Erica brushed a strand of her hair as Chance plopped down beside her.

Clicking his tongue, Jack cleared his throat and smiled softly at the blonde. "Hey, I could give you a ride home, if you want."

Erica shrugged. "Sure, but what about my dog?"

Both teens looked at one another before Chance jumped to his paws and began running down the street, leaving Erica and Jack frazzled at the sight. Jack glanced over at Erica who was shaking her head at her dog's retreating form. The girl smiled at her classmate and gingerly climbed onto the bike, and snaked her arms around Jack's middle, pressing her face against his back.

"You think your dog knows his way home?"

"Eh, he's done it before. I think he knows it by now."

And with that said, Jack pressed down onto the gas and the two sped off down the street, leaving a cloud of smoke behind them. After driving to Erica's house and pulling up into her driveway, Jack placed his bike in park and let the girl off his motorcycle. The blonde laughed when she saw Chance sitting on her front porch, tongue hanging out of his mouth. Jack sent a mock wave to the girl as she waltzed up to her front door.

"See you at school." Jack called out as Erica opened up her front door. She sent him a small smile and waved back before entering the house along with Chance. "Night Jack." Erica pressed her back against her front door and chuckled softly to herself as she made her way upstairs to her room.

Outside the house, Jack sat on his bike with a goofy grin plastered on his face when a female voice piped up from the motorcycle.

"What about Sierra?"

"Let's just go home, Arcee."

Later that night, Erica was sitting on her bed with her laptop on her legs and was skimming through her photos. She had several photos of her foster family, Chance, landscapes, and even an album dedicated to Arlington National Cementary. The teen flipped through the album and paused when she came across a certain photo.

Sergeant First Class Ross Houston

May 5th, 1977 - June 28th, 1996

United States Army

It was a grave. A soild, white tombstone that revealed the father of Erica Houston who had died two months after she was born. Erica's mother gave up the child only a day later after receiving word of her husband's death. For sixteen years, Erica was in and out of foster homes until she finally settled down in Jasper, only 30 miles from Las Vegas. But for the photo, this was one of the few reminders that the teen currently had. Another memorabilia was her father's dog tags that lay hidden in a small box under her bed with a photo of her mother and father.

Erica shook off the feeling and continued to go through her photos. When she came across the photos she had taken of the Mustang, she leaned back against her bed and looked down at Chance who was lying comfortably at her feet.

"Did you hear a car engine go by us today, Chance?"

The collie lifted his head and cocked his head to the side. His expression read; What the hell are you talking about? I was trying to eat your damn goldfish. He let out a small bark and then began nudging Erica's foot with his damp nose. The teen nodded and ran a hand through her hair.

"Yeah, me neither. I bet it's nothing." Erica shut down her laptop and swung her feet over placing them on the cold floor. She placed the computer on her desk, grabbed the charger, and plugged her laptop in for the night. The blonde again climbed into her bed, switched off her lamp and curled under the covers.

Chance moved himself to where he was curled at Erica's waist, her hand resting on his side. The collie closed his eyes, slowly falling asleep to the smooth touch of his master's fingers stroking his fur.

Smiling to herself, Erica pressed a kiss to her beloved companion's furry head. "Night, boy."

Authors Note: Yes, yes. I have a new Transformers story. And don't worry. I will be working on Unstoppable and Rule 29 too. I haven't forgotten those stories. Hope you guys liked this one.

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