~ Outside The Speedway ~ (Lightning McQueen x OC)

Chapter 6

I suddenly woke up in a white room. At first, I thought something was wrong, so I rubbed my eyes. Nothing changed, so I figured this was where I was supposed to be. Looking around, I noticed it was endless. There was no ceiling, no rooms, no walls, and I'm pretty sure there was no floor either. So, one, I was standing on an invisible force or two, I was floating but it didn't feel like it.

I listen.

I listen and I hear nothing.

The silence is kind of overwhelming.

Where am I anyway?

This looks nothing like I've ever seen before. I don't remember how I got here, and I don't remember what happened before I woke up. My head feels fuzzy, my memories are blurry. Nothing seems real right now.

I close my eyes and wait a little bit. Maybe I'll go back to where I came from.

I open them and nothing happened.

I turn around to see a silhouette of someone in the distance. Excited to not be alone anymore, I walk towards them. As I get closer, I realize it was Sally. She was wearing the same outfit I remember from a vague and blurry memory. She was in her white collared shirt, black blazer, and black pencil skirt. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she had her hands in fists.

"Sal, oh my gosh, how are you here? I thought I was alo-"

"You backstabber."

I was shocked.

I laugh nervously. "Wh- what? Sally, what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You think you can just steal my love like that?!" She yelled. I close my eyes and shake my head. This isn't real. This can't be real.

When I pick my head up, Courtney is standing in Sally's place. She had the same golden dress and ruined makeup from another vague memory. This memory, though, was weirdly recent. She stomped up to me and pointed a finger to my face.

"You little shit! You stole my boyfriend on purpose! You felt so jealous of me, you had to snatch him away!" She spat, waving her hands all across the place. Something in me tried not to laugh, but another part of me felt hurt. I wouldn't do such things.

I turned around again and ran. I didn't know where, but I just ran, my eyes closed tight, hoping I'd get away from this place.

I bumped into something hard and stumbled back. When I looked up, there was Grace, her notepad in hand, and her camera dangling around her neck. Her hair was straight, laid perfectly on her shoulders. The outfit she wore was the exact same from yet another blurred out memory. She smirked, looking at me mischievously.

"No one wants to hear about your so-called inspirational story about how you're trying to break a gender barrier. No one cares! The only thing that's interesting about you is that your Lightning McQueen's biggest rival!" She snapped pictures with her camera, the bright flash blinding me.

I turned around and faced away from Grace, but on this side was Lightning, standing confidently with a smirk on his face and his hands crossed. He had his red racing suit on, the designs either yellow, white, or black. His hair was messy, but still somehow remained perfectly styled.

I didn't say anything, hoping that if I didn't, he wouldn't either. But McQueen being McQueen, he had to make a remark.

"You thought I was in love with you? Look at yourself! Who in the world would love you?" He laughed. Sally and Courtney appeared at his sides, the three of them now laughing at me.