Dream Girl (Lightning McQueen X Self insert)

Surprise!

(A/N:I feel like this song fits them.)

"And... TIME!" I exclaim happily.

"I think I almost have it." I grin, holding onto my wheel as my head hangs back, pushing some strands of hair out of my face, black strands curl in my hands.

Soon, I drive it back to Sally's, just to see her.

"Hey, come on."  She helps me out of my car as we walk to the beginning of the road.

"What's going on?"

"I think McQueen left, but he left a note for you."

"Ok?..." I walk with her.

I don't- I don't care if he left.
The picnic didn't mean anything.
Definitely nothing worth noting.

As we reach our destination, people crowd around a little piece of paper.
Ripped right out of a composition book, very sloppily.

Look behind you
(Not in a creepy way)
-Favorite of the Track

"And then you left and we're sad because ya left for that fancy piston cup you've always wanted and-"  Mater rambles.

I turn to see him.

"McQueen..." I speak with caution.

"Right in the flesh." He grins happily. He's leaving against his car, flexing like he struck gold.

"Why didn't you leave?"

"For this." The neon lights go on, as I view his car decked out in something from every shop in Radiator Springs.

"May we?" He opens the passenger door for me.

"You bet- wait what is that?"

I view his wrist.
It's... the tattoo I made the first day I saw him.

"I thought it would make the crowd go wild. Promotion doesn't hurt, right?" He chuckles.

++++++++++++++++++++++

"They're cute, eh Miss Sally?"

"You mean them or Sarge and Filmore?"

"Yo man... didn't know you play for the other team..." Filmore speaks as Sarge pulls them both into his Jeep and they kiss in the car.

"GET A ROOM!!!" Mater screams as he jokes around.

And as they cruise down the road, McQueen looks over to Chris.

"Wow... you really got the lights working again. And supported everyone here." Chris stands awestruck.

The neon lights shine against her face, eyes lighting up as she looks around.

Wow.
Just... wow.
...
"You know, it's nice to just relax." Chris lean back into the passenger seat as McQueen cruises on the road, we enjoy the view.

What Chris doesn't notice, is the arm going to wrap around them and-

"Chris, I think I li-"

"It's McQueen!"
"We are here to report that we have found the rookie!"
"Who is that girl in the car?"
"McQueen, what is your status?"
News reporters swarm the car, as one heads over to Doc.
"Are you Doc Hudson?"
He nods.

"Thanks for the call."

And with that, Chris voluntarily steps out of his car.

"Have fun." Doing a fake salute, head hung they walk away awkwardly.

"Wait! Chris! I!-"
Reporters swarm him.

'Just like every guy.'
.
.
.
I head to bed early that night.

"Kid?" Doc walks in.

"What's wrong?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Nothing."

"I hate how you're so much like me, just tell me what's wrong."

"McQueen." Voice just only a whisper. 

Oh I'm so sorry.
I wanted him gone.
I thought he would hurt you.
But I hurt you more.