And for about an hour, Sam Witwicky fidgeted with himself, trying to find the very perfect gift that he could bring back to present to Mikaela. Something that just.. screamed out to him that she should have it. While the logical portion of himself -- and he did have a logical portion, he really did -- told him that he didn't have to buy her something to smooth over the stupid arguments they'd been having, the part of him that was afraid of messing things up with her so early on, when their relationship was all new and fragile, won out. Naturally, money and things don't always make for happiness, it only makes you think that you're happy, but he hoped that it would show that even with his stupidity at times, he really did care about her. He just.. had a way of acting like a complete idiot some of the time, and that proved to be a problem for him when he was with her.
He'd changed his mind every other minute on what it was he wanted to get her, until finally he saw it. Yes. That was what he had to get her. It was perfect. And he hoped that she would find it as perfect as he thought it to be. There was nothing worse than the idea of giving her something that he realized she didn't really like. His mom was forced to like the things that he got her, because she was his mom. She was supposed to love him unconditionally and all that, because she was a family. He and Mikaela didn't really know each other that well, aside from the information they learned thanks to their running away from alien robots together. So he was afraid of putting his foot in his mouth and making her decide that she'd made the wrong decision when she ditched the likes of Trent DeMarco for him.
He quickly paid for the item, and nearly ran back to the shelter, but found himself pacing outside of their room, instead of actually going inside. His palms were sweating, and he wiped them on his jeans, trying to get himself to calm down and stop acting like such a spaz for once. He was afraid she wouldn't like what he got her, that she would think it was stupid or something. He really hoped she'd like it. It just seemed to.. be something she'd like. But he was also a guy, and happened to be looking at the price tag as well. The fact that it was a cheaper item in the store didn't hurt in making his decision, he had to admit that. He was Ron Witwicky's son, after all.
Finally, Sam decided he needed to man up. He could face down the likes of Megatron and the other Decepticons, but he couldn't find the courage to go into the room he shared with Mikaela to give her a gift that he bought for her? He took a deep breath, hoping that maybe she was still asleep. If anything he could just somehow wake her up, hopefully without making a fight break out, and give her what he bought for her. He hoped it would be that easy, but he was sure that it wouldn't be. Like anything in his life was that easy. And Mikaela was a female, and females were tricky. At least that's what his dad was always telling him, when he was giving him advice, and trying to give him the talk.
When Sam entered the room, he saw the Mikaela was still curled up like she'd been when he left. This caused him to close the door softly, and he took cautious steps toward the bed. When he sat on the bed, it was a little awkward, due to how they hadn't shared a bed, so the fact that he was currently sitting on the bed with her sleeping, made him more than a little nervous. He watched her for a moment, almost feeling a little bad about how he was about to wake her, and almost changed his mind, until he realized what time it was. She couldn't sleep the entire day away. Even if the idea of heading back to his makeshift bed on the couch was more than a little tempting. Without having to go to school, having a job (yet), or a list of a million chores for him to do, the ability to get to sleep in for as long as possible was pretty nice. But then he'd forget about the gift he'd gotten her, and he couldn't do that.
"Hey, Mikaela, wake up..," he murmured in a quiet tone, since no one liked to be woken up rudely, right? His fingers nudged her gently, as he tried to rouse her, hoping he wouldn't get a pillow or something thrown at him in response.