~ Outside The Speedway ~ (Lightning McQueen x OC)

Chapter 5

Ok, that was a lie. I always win when Lightning McQueen isn't racing against me. If he is, most of the time it's a tie.

I drive my car to the track, and surprisingly no one is there other than Lightning, who's already doing some laps. Everyone's probably still at the party. While he's on the other side of the track, I quickly drive to the middle area and park. I get out and sit on the soft grass, take out my bag, and take out some grapes. I fix my hair first, taking it out of the messy bun and putting it in a low ponytail. My hair is dirty blonde, and pretty long, reaching my midback. Everyone says it's abnormally soft, but I don't do anything special to make it that way.

I always take care of the way I look, it is part of my career after all. I'm about 5'6" - 5'7", pretty average for a woman my age. I'd like to say I'm skinny as well, but I do work out, so I have some muscles. Most people say that my best feature is my eyes, which are a greenish-grey color; and I agree. I do think they're pretty, and any time I wear the color blue they stand out. My skin is pale but gets tanned when I'm out in the sun. Which is a lot.

As I eat my grapes, McQueen keeps racing around the tracks. He's going surprisingly faster than I usually see him go, but that just might be an illusion, since I normally see him drive while I'm driving.

After a few moments, he slows down once he's near me. He stops on the track and briefly steps out of his car.

"Are you coming or...?" Lightning asked.

"Jeez, can't live without me now can you?" I said, popping a grape into my mouth with closed eyes.

"Aha, aha, sure." He spoke quietly. "Come on! It's about time you lose a race. I haven't seen that disappointed look on your face in weeks! And may I say, it's a very funny look you have. We'll do seventy laps this time." He walks over and grabs a grape. I tried to slap his hand away, but he was too quick. I ate one more and put the rest away in my bag.

"Fine. I guess I can let you win this one time." I smirk, standing up and walking over to my car. I throw my bag in the passenger seat and turn on my car again. After a few seconds, I drive over to the starting line, McQueen already there. Our screens connect, and since there's no one on the pedestal we count down from three together.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One!"

And we're off. I revved up my engine enough before going so I get a head start. A few moments later though, Lightning was driving right by me. I press the gas pedal on the upcoming turn, and rotate my steering wheel, acing the turn flawlessly, which puts me ahead by a lot.

Now I have to repeat those turns perfectly about three hundred times more if I want to win.

I heard Lightning mumble a 'damnit' under his breath.

"What was that McQueen? Speak up." I laughed, looking at him on the screen. He tilts his head and looks back at me, his eyes narrowed. He shakes his head and we both look back at the track to focus on the race.

Many laps and insults later, my screen lights up with a video call from Sally.

"Hey McQueen, give me a second, Sally's calling me," I said, about to answer her call.

"Great, I'll use that time to win!" He exclaimed, driving ahead of me.

"You'll need much more time than that, but you can always try," I said, before answering my sisters call. McQueen disappeared from my screen, and my sister's face appeared instead. She was sitting at a table in front of the camera, most likely calling me from her desk computer at the Cozy Cone Motel.