Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I've just seen a lot of these fanfics and since I'm bored I'm going to try my hand at one. How hard can it be?
CHAPTER 1: THE ROOKIE
Lynn Loud took a deep breath as she sped to the Royal Woods Speedway. She quickly checked her watch: it was 8:00 a.m. 'Good,'she thought to herself, 'I've got plenty of time to get some laps in.'
The reason for the twenty-six year-old's stress was that the annual Royal Woods Cup was only a day away.
Ever since she was a young girl, she had been obsessed with competitive sports. She played almost every sport imaginable throughout her teen years, became the first female to ever play on the Royal Woods High football squad, and while attending the University of Michigan, she had led the Wolverines to Big Ten Conference titles in baseball AND soccer. One could say she was a local legend when it came to athletics. But in the end she had decided to stick with motorsports. Why? She didn't really know what she loved about motorsports so much. Maybe it was all of the high speeds that made her adrenaline rush. Or maybe it was the amazing feeling of crossing the finish line first, knowing that you were number 1. Whatever the reason was, Lynn had a passion for race car driving. Which was what made winning the Royal Woods Cup so damn important to her. For the last 5 years she had qualified for the race but failed to win. Last year she had come so close to victory, but was passed at the last minute by veteran racer Bobbie Fletcher and finished 2nd. Lynn gritted her teeth as the painful memory played in her head for the 1000th time. She had a pretty good idea as to why she had lost: her little sister, Lana.
Lana was an expert when it came to fixing cars, and Bobbie Fletcher was her childhood hero. So when the racer offered Lana a job managing her pit crew, Lana gladly accepted it. Every time they went into pit lane, it seemed that Bobbie was always one second ahead of her getting out. And those few precious seconds had cost Lynn the race. So either Lana was just extremely fast or Lynn's pit crew were a bunch of lazy-ass idiots. Lynn growled. 'Probably both,' she thought. Ever since then, Lynn and Lana's relationship had been a bit… tense. But this year, Lynn was determined to win. Sister or no sister, she was crossing the finish line first. No matter what she had to do.
Finally Lynn pulled into the large stadium and got out of her red and white number 10 car. Even though it was still early in the day, she could feel the sun's heat scorching her face. Lynn could see that there were already other drivers doing timed practice laps. She also saw a group of drivers and pit crew members (some of them her own) sitting on and around cars parked in the infield. A lot of them were laughing and they all looked like they were having a good time. Lynn assumed that they were all finished with their practice runs. She walked over and instantly recognized a lot of their faces. There was Tyson Everett, one of Lana's childhood playmates who'd came in 3rd last year; Jimmy Rubin , a twenty-three year-old who was involved in a nasty crash during the 50th lap of last year's race; Michelle Brown, an elite racer who'd one the Royal Woods Cup twice before; and Bryan, Lynn's pit crew chief. No Bobbie Fletcher or Lana in sight. Good.
Tyson was the first to see her. "Hey Lynn!" he exclaimed. "We were wondering when you'd decide to show up!"
"Good to see you too," Lynn replied in a slightly annoyed tone. Tyson took no notice.
"Bryan here tells us you've been pushing your crew to the limit to prepare for this race," he continued, "You must want the cash prize pretty badly."
"She does," Bryan chimed in. " She-"
"Actually," Lynn interrupted, " I don't give two shits about the 50,000 bucks. All I care about is finally being recognized as the best driver in Royal Woods. This is MY year, I know it!"
"Funny, because the rest of us are all thinking that about ourselves," Michelle joked, sitting on the hood of her number 17 car.
"Well, better not get your hopes up. No one's crossing that finish line before me!" Lynn replied pridefully.
"Not even that feller'?" Jimmy asked, pointing to the track.
Lynn turned to see what he was pointing at and instantly froze. On the track, seemingly gliding down the backstretch, was a car Lynn had never seen before. It was painted light blue and dark green with a large, white number 6 on its side. Lynn's jaw dropped as she watched the car complete its laps with ease and at an alarming speed. All the while, she could only think, 'Who the hell is THAT? A rookie maybe?' No, a rookie could never drive like this. Lynn then noticed something familiar about the driver's technique. She recognized the way they gracefully sped around the turns. Then it hit her. That could only be one person: Bobbie Motherfucking Fletcher. She must've gotten tired of her old car and replaced it. Anger washed over Lynn as the driver sped across the finish line for the last time. "Damn," Tyson said, impressed by the driver's skill. He then turned to Lynn. " You're gonna have a hard time beating- hey, where are you going?" Lynn was already making her way over to the the pit area to give Fletcher a piece of her mind. 'If that bitch thinks she's coming between me and victory, she's fucking insane!'
When she finally made her way over to the pit area, a bunch of drivers and track officials were crowded around the racer's car, shouting complements to the driver because they had just broken the record for the fastest time of the morning. The driver finally hopped out of the car with their helmet still on. Lynn, fuming, walked towards them. "Hey!" she shouted at the anonymous athlete. She then saw the racer begin to take their helmet off. It was revealed she was a young woman with long, messy blonde hair that went down to the top of her breasts, with big blue eyes hungry for adventure, and a toothy grin Lynn knew all too well.
Lynn's jaw dropped once more. "L-L-LANA?!'
"Lynn!" Lana yelled happily as she ran over to her older sister. Lynn, still trying to process the situation, didn't react as the nineteen year-old hugged her tightly. She finally came to her senses as Lana's embrace slowly crushed her lungs. She pulled herself away from Lana and tried to gather herself. "What the hell are you doing here Lana?" was the first thing she could bring herself to ask.
"What does it look like?" Lana replied in her usual happy-go-lucky manner. "I'm practicing for the Royal Woods Cup tomorrow!"
"B-but I thought you were Bobbie Fletcher's crew chief!"
"I was," Lana answered, "but Bobbie retired a couple of months ago." Then she continued. "So I thought I'd try racing for myself. And you know what? It's fucking AWESOME! Why didn't you ever tell me racing was this great?" This news hit Lynn like a punch to the stomach. She didn't bother answering Lana's question and began to ask," But… how did you-"
"Get a car? Well, Tyson gave me his dad's old car. At first it was a pile of shit but I knew that I could make good use of it." Lynn glared at Tyson, who was now standing nearby.
"What?" Tyson asked nervously.
Lana then continued. "I used the money I've saved up from being Bobbie's crew chief and from working as a farmhand at one of the ranches at the other side of town for three months now to buy all the stuff I needed to get this hunk of junk back into good shape again. I even had enough money to get it a new paint job! Doesn't it look-"
"But HOW did you get into this race?!" Lynn blurted out. Lana stared at her sister for a moment before replying, "Same way you got in. I won my qualifying races."
"You WHAT?" Lynn shouted as her shock slowly morphed into anger. "And you DIDN'T TELL ME about ANY OF THIS?"
Lana nervously grinned. "Well, why does it matter? We're both racing, so now there's a better chance that one of us will win!"
Lynn was absolutely speechless. 'This can't be happening,' she thought as her blood started to boil with rage. 'This has got to be some kind of fucking joke!' Lynn angrily walked closer to Lana. "Actually Lana, you're not gonna be racing at all," she said coldly. Everyone around them went silent.
"Huh?"
"I won't let you!"
Lana frowned. "And why the hell not?"
"Because," Lynn said, her voice growing louder, " I've been practicing for this race since last year, and I'm not about to let my own sister take my win from me! How could you possibly do this to me?"
"The fuck do you mean 'take my win from me'?" Lana shouted, taking a few steps towards Lynn, "Are you so fucking insecure about your abilities that you want me to drop out? Is that it? God, this is low, even for you!" Lynn, visibly enraged by her sister's comment, got so close to Lana that their faces were almost touching.
"Watch it, sis," Lynn growled, "Just 'cause we're related doesn't mean I won't-"
"Oh, cut the shit, Lynn," Lana retorted, standing her ground, "What are you gonna do? Beat me up? Like you're some kind of tough guy? Well let tell you something Lynn: you're not tough, you're a fucking joke!" Lana purposefully bumped her shoulder against Lynn's before walking away, helmet in hand. "See you at Mom and Dad's tonight!" She yelled while leaving before muttering, "Bitch."
All the other drivers were too afraid to say anything as Lynn furiously put her long, brown hair into a ponytail and walked over to a frowning Bryan. "C'mon Bryan, it's our turn on the track next," Lynn said in an extremely pissed-off tone before adding, "and this time don't fuck up my tires." Suddenly, to Lynn's surprise, Bryan took a deep breath and stepped in front of her. "You know what?" he said sternly. "NO. This is the last damn straw! For the past year you've been nothing but a total bitch to me, and I'm sick of it! Better go find yourself a new crew chief, because I fucking quit!" He then ran after Lana, shouting, "Hey Lana, wait up!" Lynn was shocked by this at first, but slowly her shock once again turned into anger. "Fine!" She yelled as he walked off. "Fuck you! You were useless anyway!" She turned and saw that everyone was still staring at her. "Don't you all have other shit to do?!" She shouted at them. All of them then quickly dispersed, and Lynn walked back to her car alone. "Good for Bryan," Tyson said to Michelle as they walked off. Michelle nodded in agreement.