The Big Race - Lightning McQueen x Reader

Chapter 4

Honk. Honk. Honk.

I hated the sound of my alarm. The incessant yelling in my mirrors always put me in a bad mood in the morning. 'At least I got a full night's sleep' I thought to myself.

6:30 AM? I didn't even realize I set it for that early. I hit the snooze button with my tire a little harder than I was expecting, but it shut the ceaseless thing up.

I pulled my windshield cover over my eyes again trying to get as much sleep as I could, as I was never truly able to get enough sleep in my life. I was always working But not soon after, I heard the sound of faint coughing slowly getting louder.

Tire steps approached my bedroom and I let out a sigh. I knew Stella wasn't gonna let me get out of our little deal, but I didn't think she would ruin my precious sleep for it.

I heard the creak of the bedroom door opening, but I refused to take off my windshield cover and give her the satisfaction she so desperately craved.

"Start your engine Y/N," Stella said. "Early car gets the gasoline."

I let out a groan to let her know of my annoyance, but not even a second later I felt something hit my in the side of my door.

"Hey!" I yelled, ripping off my windshield cover. "What was that for?"

"Get up, you have to get ready for the race."

I let out a huff and looked at what she threw at me. It was a pile of material that was now strewn about the room. "What is all this?" I asked while lifting up one of the pieces.

"It's what you're gonna be wearing to the race today obviously." Stella said. I immediately gave her a look that said 'you expect me to wear this?'

(A/N: The picture at the beginning is what she's wearing to the race. This is my favorite outfit. I hope you all love it as much as I do. Okay back to the story)

"There's no way I'm wearing this," I said to her.

"C'mon Y/N, you promised,"

"Yeah I promised to go to the race not to wear this ugly ass outfit. Plus I don't even wear clothes." I said finally getting out of my bed.

"Don't be mean, that's my favorite outfit," She said, a frown forming on her face.

I sighed. I didn't wanna make her upset so finally I gave in. "Fine, I'll wear the outfit." I reluctantly said.

Immediately her mood perked up. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm so excite-," she was suddenly cut off by her hood cracking open and a sneeze coming out.

"May the engine in the sky give you blessings," I said before quickly noticing my mess up

Stella laughed, "You always bless me so formally. Why don't you just say 'engine's blessings' instead?"

Suddenly I tensed up. Seeing no way out of this situation I figured I should just tell her.

Sighing, I began with, "When I was early in my manufacturing, my carents weren't the nicest vehicles, as you know. But I never told you what they really did to me."

She began to look concerned, not expecting me to go into detail about my carhood, but she said nothing.

"I always had to be formal in my carhood garage. I was never able to mess up, or make mistakes. And anytime I would, they would do... bad things to me." I paused for a moment. Windshield wiper fluid was filling in both of our windshields, threatening to spill over.

"Anytime I messed up, they would hurt me in any way they could. After I got away from them, I tried to get more of the dents out, but the doctors weren't able to pull all of them out, so I still have some towards the bottom of my exterior."