Original right? Go read when there is lightning there is a cloud before you read this I mildly suggest that.
CARS 3 SPOILERS
That picture is below because I wouldn't go into the top
-a lil basic of what happens while we were gone-
McQueen had his crash at the Darlington 400. Before this Cloudy was thinking of upgrading to a next gen so she can continue her dream since she's only kinda a rookie. Cloudy stopped in the middle of the race and got t-boned by a next gen.
The time where they are in primer at Radiator Springs
-Cloudy-
You know what I didn't consider when I started dating McQueen? Age. I knew he was a little older than me but once I found out my age and he mine it kinda broke a string in our relationship.
"7 years?!?"
I yelled putting my tire into the air in the process.
"I can say the same to you!"
He yelled right back at me.
"Well maybe it's somebody's fault that you had to chase the rookie and get attached!"
-POP- (this signifies a string popping)
This was before the race he crashed at. I haven't talked to him since. He was getting closer to Sally with this but I didn't care. We still loved each other right? Right now, I'm decked out in primer with a white 91 printed onto my side. My blue eyes the only other thing sticking out. Waiting at Flo's to see if my boyfriend will get out of that little shed.
-McQueen-
Crashing had a big impact on me. And Cloudy too. I haven't seen her since the race. And it's been what 3 months maybe? I hope she still loves me because I do her. But she hasn't been to visit and Sally has. And I quite frankly don't know what to think about that. We were both rusteze racers. So that was a perk traveling together but, it's just been awhile. The door to my tiny shed opened.
"Hey Stickers."
"Hey Sall."
I greeted the blue Porsche that drove in.
"You need to get out there though, the smell of primer and dust all the time. That isn't good for you. Plus you need sunlight stickers so please come and see the rest of the town. Please for me. And for Cloudy."
"Alright Sall."
"So are you still going to race?"
"Of course, but I can't do the same old thing, it won't work."
"That's the spirit!"
She cheered as she exited the tiny shack. My best friend greeting me once I exited the shack and got to the center of town.
"So buddy, will yuh continue racin?"
He asked with his thick accent.
"Of course!"
Everybody cheered to this. The he turned to Cloudy.
Will you still race Ms. Cloudy?"
He asked being ever so polite.
"Yup."
And that was it. The town slightly cheered to this.
"Well don't you have to tell Rusty and Dusty?"
Sally piped in.
"Yeah I do. Cloudy, let's do this together."
She agreed pushing her can of oil away and driving my next to me and getting close. She was never one for touching affectionate. So I respected that. The two brother showed up on the small phone.
"Hey there's Lightning McQueen and Rookie sensation Cloudy."
I smiled at this she seemed to just kinda push it off.
"So you two the couple, still racing?"
"Yes."
We said in perfect unison and everybody laughed.
"Well why don't you come down and train at the Racing Center, I bet that'll help you beat those fancy new next gens."
"Racing Center? Where did you get the funds for that?"
Cloudy questioned.
"Ah don't worry about it kids. Mack's got the place so come on down."
With that the phone called ended.
"Alright Cloudy, how about we go check out that racing center?"
"Sure why not."
She said kinda sorta happy like she lost her spark after the crash. I don't know.
We loaded up into Mack and off we went. Luigi and Guido came along for tires and what not.
-Racing Center-
-Cloudy-
When we unloaded from our twin trailers, paparazzi swarmed Me and McQueen.
"Mr. McQueen, will you go back to racing?"
More dumb questions like that. Guido and Luigi cleared the way for us.
"Thanks."
They both nodded to the thanks.
"Wow."
Lightning breathed out as he saw the huge number 95 in the room. No sight of a 91 anywhere. I guess I'm not that important.
-POP-
Rusty and Dusty came up and made conversation mostly with Lightning. Cause that's all they cared about.
-POP-
"So I chimed in when somebody took a breath. How did you guys afford this place?"
"We sold out."
"WHAT?"
Me and Lightning yelled. They had both given us our big break.
"Yes, a calm voice said over us. They sold to me."
A silver car slowly drove toward us.
"That's our signal to leave. Bye kids!"
And with that they drove out of the door.
"Mr. McQueen! And this must be the rookie they told me about what was it uh Stormy, uh."
"Cloudy, sir, Cloudy Days sir."
I corrected him feeling no shame because I didn't care. People were going to learn my name somehow. And if it's by me correcting them, then so be it.
-POP-
"Mr. McQueen, and Ms. Days come, follow me."
He spit out my last name like it was bad oil. Something bitter to him.
-POP-
It was a wall with Lightning's history.
I know I'm a rookie. But I've won my races so I should have my own wall too? Nope.
-POP-
After McQueen quit fangirling over his own wall and saying
"Cloudy do remember that?"
"Or don't you love this place?"
Mr. Sterling got his attention.
"Come with me Mr. McQueen so I can get you your training suit so we can track your progress."
I started to follow, but then I was snapped at.
"Alone."
So I stayed behind. This guy was getting on my finale nerve and so was McQueen.
He came back in a shiny red coat with a golden rusteze written across it.
"You like it?"
He displayed it for me. Mr. Sterling just watched not offering my own suit. This did it.
-POP-
"You know what McQueen? I don't like it. I don't like this place. I don't like you anymore you're so focused on coming back and not about us. I hate Rusteze for being centered around you. Mr. Sterling. I quit racing for Rusteze. And McQueen we are done. For good."
With that I drove through the door hearing a faint wait but not turning back.
I drove until I found I shop. A high end expensive next gen shop.
"How can I help you miss?"
"I'd like I new frame and engine please."
He was taken back by this.
"But miss you're a great car."
"Please."
"Anybody in mind you'd like to look like?"
"Mm. Jackson Storm, but for a female of course."
"Right this way ma'am."
"Are you charging?"
"Yes I am. To Rusteze."
"The racing brand?"
"Yup"
"Alright."
-after "surgery"-
"We are done ma'am."
"Thank you."
And all I can remember after that is speeding at 200 mph going to find the IGNTR sponsor.