Dream Girl (Lightning McQueen X Self insert)

Progression

   "I'm getting full. This was so good though, wow."

"Compared to the food you eat in LA?"

"It's nice to just sit back and have simple things without worrying about some stuff." He shrugs carelessly.

"I can see that." I nod, starting to get up. "I should probably put this away."

"Oh yeah, sorry I have work to do."

"Ok. I guess I'll see you around?" I question.

"Sure." He turns to smile, but as he's pivoting he falls flat on the ground.

"Watch where you're going!" I wrap my arms quickly around him from behind as I grip him tightly.

"God you're heavy." I comment.

"Hey, it's all muscle!" He nudges me as he turns around, almost falling again but catching himself.

"Here." I begin to let go, and he turns around as his bangs fall from his face, framing his face.

My eyelashes flutter as I back away.

"You should probably work on the road now. You've taken a long enough break, McQueen." I fake a laugh.

There it is again. Why are you so sad?

"Oh, yeah I'll get going." He gets up and begins to walk off hastily.

"Of course he's in a rush to leave."

*ding!*
One notification from your Emails app!

Francesco Bernoulli -

Look, we both know I'm not doing this for buisness. We both need eachother, for money it is. So, may we enjoy it and make it easier to just have you behave for me and I'll get my advertising, and you'll get your deal.

-best racer of Italy

"Oh god..."
That arrogant shit knows what I want.
Money.

I don't know if Doc is doing well....

Shaking the thought, I get up.

"I'll respond to you son of a bitch later." I shake my head in disbelief.

"Maybe if I'll sleep this will all be over.
Right?

I awake on top of my air mattress.
Thankfully, I found my way back in the sleepy haze of whatever was left of my being.

I hastily change into some simple sweats and an oversized shirt.
"Morning kid. How was your picnic?"

"Eh, ok. Thanks." My shoulders slump as I remember the message from Bernoulli.

"I know that look. I'll be fine, you've been so focused on work and financial stuff for me, ever since I retired."

"I'm worried you won't be fine." My eyebrows crease as I relax into my seat.

"You're already so worried about work, you need to focus on the fun in life. What helps you let go, be free?"

What does?
...
No.
If anything he makes me feel so stressed.
In the best way possible.

"I'll think on that." I nod towards him as we get our usual at Flo's.

Sitting down once again, I notice the road is cleared.
Paved fully.

"Looks like he's headed off for that race." I shake my head.

Why did I get my hopes up again?

"Oh sorry C." Flo looks over, sadly hanging her head. 

"I'm probably gonna be on the track till noon." I grab my lunch for later and grab my car as I head off to the dirt track Gramps and I always race on.

He promised to eat with me again...

Trust me, you'll like this surprise.