Log; Ongoing

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

When; Wednesday, June 17th. Late afternoon.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Sam Witwicky not_so_smooth and Mikaela Banes justpopthehood.
Summary; Sam and Mikaela have a picnic at the beach.
Log; Sam had been looking forward to this for a long time. Not that he didn't enjoy just his regular days with Mikaela, but they hadn't been on a real date date for a while. Plus, they had talked about a lot of stuff lately and it would be good to just... enjoy each others' company. Plus it was the beach and Sam was hoping Mikaela might wear a swimsuit.

"Alright, this is it," Sam said, stopping the Vespa and pointing to a spot on the beach up ahead. It had taken him a while to find just the right spot, secluded but facing west so that they could watch the sunset. "And no one should show up and bother us. I hope."

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[justpopthehood.livejournal.com]

She isn't really worried about anyone showing up and shrugs the thought off as soon as it's brought up. There's little wind today and the sun is out, beating down in it's usual unforgiving way and it's just hot enough. The back of her neck is sticky with sweat and it slowly trickles down her spine. Trickles past the knot that's tied there because yes, she's wearing a bathing suit.

This reminds her of afternoons by the lake back home, before she knew Sam. When things were simple and things like her father's parole hearing were far off both in time and in mind. She hates this month, when Father's Day is fast approaching and the chatter's already started. There's a nagging feeling that her days here are limited, that she'll have to face all of this and more when she gets back home.

For now, though, she's shifted her attention the distant roar of the tide and the soft crunch of the sand beneath their feet. "It's nice here."

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Sam was glad that she thought it was nice, because lately he'd been picking up a lot of tension from her. She'd been talking about leaving and then her dad and things like that and he was worried about her. Crazy alien robots from the planet Cybertron was something he could do something about. He felt mostly helpless about what was going on with Mikaela.

"Yeah, it is," he said, grabbing the picnic basket from the back of the Vespa and taking her hand. He still got a tiny thrill every time he did that, like he couldn't quite believe that it was happening. "I picked it because it's perfect for watching the sunset."

[justpopthehood.livejournal.com]

She gives a sly grin at that, the kind that suggests she's teasing him on the inside for being such a girl. Light, playful. In reality, it's just something she isn't used to. The guys she's used to dating aren't exactly known for their finely tuned and deep emotions or their sensitivity. It's different, but then, so much with Sam is.

Mikaela eyes the picnic basket, wondering if he actually cooked. She can picture him in the kitchen, covered in flour and trying to follow the exact order of a Rachel Ray cooking show while the stove catches fire behind him.

"And here I thought you picked it because you wanted to go swimming."

[not-so-smooth.livejournal.com]

Hey, Sam survived on his own in the City for a while. Like... a week before Rosella came along and started cooking for him. And he could make sandwiches. Sorta.

"Well, yeah, but we can go swimming at just about any spot on the beach," Sam said, flushing just a little bit at what he was sure was being caught in wanting to see her in her bathing suit.

"Besides, I didn't want to bother other people with them having to listen to me tell you over and over how great I think you are," he said.