The Big Race - Lightning McQueen x Reader

Chapter 7

I didn't even realize that we had made it to his apartment until he had pushed open the door to get inside, my mind focused on other matters. Unconsciously I rolled into the living space.

The singer. I had just watched him perform hours ago, as he stood on stage with all of the screaming cars. He was wanted by all of them, those overzealous girls, pushing and shoving their way through the crowd just to get within his line of sight. But maybe he really had been looking at me throughout the concert. At the time it seemed like an insane thought, but now it could have been a real possibility, especially after all of his generosity tonight.

His apartment was nice, not huge like I would have expected, but more... homey. That's when I realized that he had an apartment here, in Nova Scotia. I had thought they were on tour, but maybe the band was just returning home. He must have seen the look on my face because his next words came to me in the form of an answer.

"I grew up in London, but found my true home here when we were on our first tour as a band." He made his way over to the fridge and began preparing a drink for both of us. "I hated it at first, there were so many vehicles, and it was so loud I could barely get my thoughts in order. I actually fell into a bit of writer's block my first week out here. I did everything I could to get any semblance of inspiration, but nothing stuck. One morning, the boys and I met up for a soundcheck, for our show later that evening. The free time I had in between I decided to go for a drive. I actually got lost, couldn't find my way back to the venue we were playing at, and came across this road. There was no one on it, and it looked like it hadn't been upkept in years, but I figured 'I'm already late, what's another five minutes?'"

I looked up at him then only to find his eyes already on mine. Jeep Chrysler, his eye contact was so intimidating.

"Nova Scotia has the most beautiful sights, don't you think?" He continued, and I could feel the oil rush to my hood at his underlying meaning. "But never had I seen something this vast, this beautiful. It looked like the greenery had begun to grow over the white marble statue, making it almost to blend with the scenery around it, but all it did was stand out."

My engine skipped a beat as I realized exactly what structure he was talking about.

"The Caristo Redentor," I thought I had spoken under my breath, hadn't thought he heard it, but once the words left my mouth I could see him parked there, just watching. I hadn't known about his relationship with Cod, he never spoke about being a good Cod fearing vehicle in any of the interviews Stella spoke about. I felt like this small moment made us so much closer, and I knew I wouldn't look at him the same.

"Exactly," He spoke quietly. I don't know what it was, but that interaction had me feeling much more comfortable in his apartment, which was a relief, especially after tonight's earlier events.

Once done filling the drinks, he placed them on the counter and waved me over. I began the short trek to his kitchen, but didn't make it far before lighthoodedness washing over me, making me hesitate in my path. I hoped he hadn't noticed as I pushed my way over to the counter, but with the way he was staring at me I was sure he had. Luckily he hadn't said anything.

"So," he began, pausing to take a sip of his drink, "What was a little Volkswagon like you doing over there. You know, it can be dangerous at night."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." I replied snarkily. It didn't seem like he remembered me from the concert tonight so I gave a vague response. "But, I was working, and hadn't realized it had gotten so late."

"You should really be more careful driving around at night. Especially with such low fuel." His wheels slowly began turning as he slowly approached me. Instinctively I began backing up, until I reached the walls of his apartment. Cornered. "What would have happened if I hadn't been there to help you."