LIGHTNING MCQUEEN X Y/N LOVE STORY

the race

- [ ] the photographers persistently captured content, yelling his name. lightning mcqueen had a title to uphold, which made him the main attraction. their camera flashes blinded me momentarily, and i swerved left. correcting my path, we we drove up to the starting line, preparing to compete. he revved his engine. what a show off, i thought to myself. deep down, as much as i didn't want to admit it, i liked it. he knows how good he is. suddenly, i hear the announcer call us closer to the line. mcqueen is next to me. he mutters something about speed to himself. maybe he did feel threatened by me: the underdog. i hear, "three, two, one, go!" we start, and mcqueen and i take the lead—his mirror inches from mine. i have to beat him, i thought internally. i speed up, inching ahead of him. being on the inside gives me an edge, and around the turn, i use it to my advantage. now, i'm in the lead. the crows goes wild, and i focus on the crowd cheering, my mind delving into the tranquility of support. laps later, i realized the race is almost over, and mcqueen is closing in on me. the rest of our competitors are far behind, leaving the win to either him or me. feet away from the finish line, i see him pulling ahead in my peripheral vision. i cant let him win. my pride relies on this victory. we cross the line. i'm not sure who won; it was close. minutes later, the announcers reveal he stuck out his tongue, which led him to win. i see mcqueen heading towards mack, and getting swarmed by paparazzi. i slowly drive away in sorrow.