Chapter One
A/N: This is my first fic in/about the movie, Cars, and some things may be wrong about the way the movie interprets it. ^-^" I'm not really familiar with automobiles; I'm just a humble writer, but I do research too. So help me out whenever you can in your reviews, and I'll reply with an edited version of the chapter! Don't worry; I'll notify you if there is. :3
NOTE: I do NOT own the Cars franchise; they belong to Disney and Pixar. ^-^
The day was nice, sunny but windy, and the scent of the moving truck filled the air. A young dark silver Audi A7 peered out of the window to see their new neighbors.
"Mama," the little automobile squeaked, "can I go out and meet the new neighbors?"
Her mother, a beautiful silver Audi A6, peered out the window over her little daughter's head. "Oh, alright. Just be careful, okay?"
"Yes, Mama!" After giving her mother a light kiss on the fender, she raced outside.
Peering past the gate of the new neighbor, she eyed boxes of things: household, hardware, business, and personal alike. She couldn't see any cars; they must be inside.
"Hello-o?" she called.
A sleek black Lola B08/60 (without the racing colors) appeared from behind the pile of boxes. "Oh, hello, dear."
"Hi, Mrs..?"
"Mrs. McQueen," the lady racecar said, driving to meet the little one. "And you are?"
"Marlene. Marlene Stevenson," Marlene squeaked happily. "Welcome to the neighborhood!"
Mrs. McQueen gave a laugh. "Are you the only one in the village, honey?"
"No, but I think you guys should be welcomed as soon as possible; we didn't get that when we moved two years ago," Marlene said sheepishly.
Mrs. McQueen chuckled. "Thank you then, Marlene," she said, and Marlene grinned.
"Well, what do we have here, hon?" a gentle bass voice sounded from behind Mrs. McQueen. It was a bright red 1965 Ford GT40 with a navy blue stripe down his hood, and he drove to Mrs. McQueen's side.
"This is Marlene Stevenson, the neighbor's daughter. You know, the one next door?" She turned to the young car in front of her. "Marlene, this is my husband, Mr. McQueen."
"Well, hello there, young one," he said, smiling. "I take it you're the welcoming committee?"
"I…I guess so," she said shyly, giving a nervous laugh.
"You're pretty, aren't you?" he said, eyeing her well. He turned around. "Hey son!" he called. "Come here for a sec."
A slightly darker red car—more like a light crimson—emerged from behind his father. He looked like a mix of his parents in the physical features, but the majority of his color came from his father. His eyes were blue like the sky above, and his smile seemed to make her happy.
"Hi," he said shyly.
"Lightning, this is Marlene, our new neighbor," his father said. "Marlene, this is Lightning, our son."
She cocked her head to the side, frowning in curiosity. "Why is he called Lightning?" she asked innocently.
"You should have seen him when he just came out of his mother: awake and hyper already, racing around like crazy, and we all saw he was fast, and so…" Mr. McQueen shrugged, "there went his name."
Lightning nudged his dad. "Dad! Shut up," he murmured to the middle-aged car.
The parents only laughed. "Oh, go on, son; go play with your new playmate."
His eyes shone as he looked at them. "Really?"
"Go on ahead and have fun," his mother said. "Your father and I'll handle things over here."
"Cool!" he exclaimed. "Thanks Mom!" After kissing and hugging good-by and reminders about curfew, the two sped away.
"So, are there any playgrounds around here?" he asked as they drove.
"Yeah, there are a few," she said. "There's one nearby and there's a race track open for the public just a few blocks from here."
"Really?" Lightning looked excited, and was jumping.
"Yeah. Come on," she said, and they hurried over to the old abandoned race track.
"Whoa," Lightning whispered as he took in the view of his first real race track.
"Yeah," Marlene murmured. "I've wanted to try it, but it seemed stupid to race without an opponent." She looked at him with a challenge in her eyes.
He caught on pretty quickly, and his eyes glinted with a challenge as they made their way down to the faded starting line. They took their places side by side, just far enough that they can't hit each other.
"Ready…" Marlene murmured. Her engine revved lightly, and his roared a little louder than hers. "Set…" she raised her backside in attempt to ready herself, and he did the same. "GO!"
Their tires screeched, and they sped along the track, one turn at a time, each one having their dreams turned to reality as they raced: flashing lights, the screams of their fans, and the wild comments about their places from the announcers, Darrel Cartrip and Bob Cutlass. They both fought for the lead—it was close, but they were tied.
"I won!"
"No, I won!"
They both argued all the way home, but they took some sort of detour and ended up in a sort of cave. They unthinkingly faced the sunset, and the view shut them up. They stared, awed at the view, their mouths gaped slightly. She was the first one to shake out of the trance.
"It's beautiful," she whispered, still staring.
He looked at her, and she looked at him. She scooted closer beside him, and leaned against him.
"We should be best friends," he said after a while, looking at her.
She looked at him, smiling. "Yeah."
Alright, this should do for the first chapter; I think I've tapped myself out. This is unedited, uncut, written on-the-spot. I got my inspiration from MissCarrera, the greatest writer I've seen so far who's doing fics about the franchise (search Cars(franchise) in Wikipedia and you'll understand :3). I watched Cars 2 and boom I'm hooked. It was the –enth time I've watched the first movie, but I watched again and I was hooked to the whole thing. xD Yes, enough about my gushing; please review and tell me what's wrong!