Dream Girl (Lightning McQueen X Self insert)

Aftermath

   I sighed, McQueen was scraping the road, restarting thanks to his idiotic decision of speeding throughout the paving process.

"I swear McQ-"

"Stop bitching right now! I've got to race... I need to get to the Piston Cup and you're not helping!" He rolls down his window.

"It's just a metal cup, you could probably remake it anywhere. It's like me earning a Grammy."
I eye him up and down maliciously.

"Look, I'd like you out of here and I'm bored myself. But since I'm forced to watch you, and your pathetic ass all the time, I'll speed it up so you can get your way to LA."

"Huh?-" within a minute or so, I pulled my car out of grandpas garage, attaching a spare scraping tool.

"How do you have one of those on hand?"

"I'm a painter genius, of course I have things to scrape crap off of the floor." I joke.

Well- yeah, abstract art for a backdrop requires a lot of paint and expensive tools.

McQueen hesitantly begins to scrape, as I do the same on the other side of the road.

"Where'd I put that...." I search my glovebox, taking out a bag of skittles and eating a few.

I soon pass him as we cross paths.

"Here!" I throw a skittle at him, and he scrutinized it.

"Good catch." I nod in approval at his reflexes.

"I guess that's what I get for leaving my window open huh?"
He yells back, as we both go separate ways paving.

I turn up the radio.
"Fatboibari, Romance Garbage." My face immediately goes to a disappointed expression, as my foot gets off the gas.

I'm just in the middle of the horribly paved road, music playing, as horrible memories of my ex flood through my head.

Why do I always think about him? I hate it; he's constantly playing over and over in my head and I can't stop it.

"It's all your fault!"
"You ruined my event."
"I'm busy working."
"You've lost yourself."
"You only need me."
"I'm all you need, darling!"
"When did you become so loud?"
"When did you get so needy?"

"I am not needy." I mutter, breath hitching in my throat as my hands turn white gripping the steering wheel.

"Hey, you ok Chris?"
Turns out he walked over to me.

"Your car's still running. Get back to work." My head snaps over to stare at him.

"Yeah, and yours is running and you aren't driving."

"Don't prod into it. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Why do you care?"

"I only liked you because I wanted to get to the a- 'in crowd' with your grandpapa!"

"I just thought something was off with you when your car wasn't moving."

I can't tell if he's worried or trying to get dirt on me.

"Yeah, ignore it. Let's finish the scraping by tonight."

"Thanks again." He stays out of my way after that.

"Yeah."

That was dry.
I sounded kind of rude there. That was a bitchy move by me.

Soon after that incident, the road is scraped and I go to Flo's, seeing that her lights are still on.

"Well, C I just wanted to getcha' something to eat! Here you go, fries are on the house."
She hands me a small basket of fries to share.

"I needed this, thanks." I set the fries on the nearest table and just hugged her, straight up.

"Honey are you ok?" Her voice stretches into worry.

"It's just...the new guy reminds me- of.. him."

"Oh him... sweetie I'm so sorry. I'll do my best to help, here you can cry."

I start tearing up, almost on command.

It's comical.

"I've missed you Aunt Flo. Thank you so, so much."

"Anytime."

And little did I know, McQueen had been to Flo's to gas up his car before bed.

And once he saw Chris crying, he listened in more.

'So that might be why.'