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Sam hadn't slept well in a while, not since Mikaela had dumped him. Brutally, brutally dumped him and ripped out his heart and stomped on it on the ground. Which may have been an exaggeration. It was really about as good a dumping as you could get given the circumstances. Quick, over a long distance so there was no awkwardly running into each other, and with a change in cellphone number so he couldn't call her endlessly to try and get back together.
The sleeping thing wasn't really Mikaela's fault. Not directly. Sam had gotten the Autobots in the post-break up mess, and they were seriously annoying. It made him miss Bee so badly. The others weren't evil, they were just annoying and had no need to sleep.
So when he found himself falling flat on his face in the middle of the night, he was pretty sure the Autobots were behind it.
"Wheelie!" he shouted, still lying face down on the (surprisingly cold) floor in his boxers. "Brain! What did we talk about about waking me up? We talked about not waking me up unless it's an emergency."
The sleeping thing wasn't really Mikaela's fault. Not directly. Sam had gotten the Autobots in the post-break up mess, and they were seriously annoying. It made him miss Bee so badly. The others weren't evil, they were just annoying and had no need to sleep.
So when he found himself falling flat on his face in the middle of the night, he was pretty sure the Autobots were behind it.
"Wheelie!" he shouted, still lying face down on the (surprisingly cold) floor in his boxers. "Brain! What did we talk about about waking me up? We talked about not waking me up unless it's an emergency."