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Sam was busy with yard chores. He had never imagined that he would be living on his own, busily working at yard work. His dad would be utterly, utterly shocked that Sam was doing it voluntarily and wondering why he was never so eager back home.

Of course, back home he was doing it for his dad, not for his ridiculously hot neighbor. Never mind that she was a bit older, she was still crazy hot and with an English accent that just did things for him. So he did things for her, like mow her lawn.

Which was huge, but that was okay. He didn't mind. Sometimes Ms. Jones came out to check on him or offer him lemonade or something and that made it all worth it. Especially in the summer when she wore shorts that showed off legs that went forever and then some.

Pausing to empty the bag on the mower, Sam wiped the sweat out of his eyes and looked out across the giant back yard, noting that he was still only about half done. He eyed the pool longingly, wondering if he could jump in for a quick dip to cool off before continuing on.

justthemessenger

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."

curiously_cora

There was twenty percent chance of precipitation. There was eighty percent chance of just mild, partly cloudy weather. There was a hundred percent chance that Coraline Jones no matter how old she was, was still going to wear Wellington boots. Boots that were definitely made for walking and also splashing around in puddles but being a grown up definitely put her plans of you know splashy-fun on the back burner. Splashy fun and adventures was for kids, she was a grown up and had to do grown up things like find a job, furnish an apartment and definitely-

"-buy cat food. It sucks being a mature, responsible adult. Who talks to themselves. Come on old faithful, let's start walking. The pet shop is down this way I think," Coraline said with a smile, kicking the back of her wellies. So far she hadn't magic kicked herself back home but well, you never knew. Never hurt to try something different. Coraline opened the door to the dingy looking shop. "Okay... maybe not that different."

Leather and whips and chains oh my... definitely not the kind for cats.

"Nope, sorry wrong place oh wow." Coraline said with flushed cheeks backing out and walking straight back into someone. Yep, twenty percent chance of rain but eighty percent chance of her always being a complete and utter klutz.

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