Authors note: I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to Pixar. And please excuse my poor english, I'm norwegian and didn't pay too much attention in my english class...

Big cars dont cry

Chapter 1

Boost had noe idea of where he was going. He only knew that he didn't want to go home. Not yet. If he came home late, maybe his father would have gone to sleep. The maybe he would leave Boost alone this night.

The purple mitsubishi approached his friend, DJ's house. He could see him through the window, he was watching television with his family. Boost stood still for a while, just studying the smiling family behind the glass. Only a thin plate of glass separated him from their happy, normal world. He wished he could be a part of that...

With a sigh, he rolled up to the door and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds he could hear DJ's younger brother behind the door, and another second later the door opened. Warmwhite light and the smell of hot meal reached him. The young toyota in front of him recognised him at once.

"Yo, bro! Boost is here!" he yelled.

DJ rolled into the hall and his littlebrother went back to the livingroom.

"Hey, Boost. What's up?" he greeted his friend.

Boost tried to act as his selfconfident, usual-self. He succeded, DJ didn't notice anything strange about him.

"Wanna go for a drive? Find someone to harass? Let's have some fun, dude."

DJ looked into the livingroom.

"I don't know... I was watching a pretty good movie..."

"You think a movie is better than spending time with me?!"

Boost's engine roared furiously. DJ backed away.

"OK, I'm coming. I'll just go tell them I'm going out. Wait here."

Boost calmed down. He stared after his friend who went into the livingroom again. Low voiced could be heard, and soon DJ was back.

"Let's go!"

They drove off.

DJ put on some music. Boost actually wanted him to be quiet, but he didn't say anything. Loud music was a part of their image.

"Shall we ask Wingo to join us?" Boost pointed one tire at Wingo's house.

"Sure, I'll go ask him."

DJ hurried to the door. Boost waited down in the street. Cool air caressed his hood, like it was trying to comfort him. Maybe I should run away from everything, Boost thought to himself. But then he saw his two friends approaching him, and he throwed the thought away. He couldn't leave his friends. They were everything he got...

The silvia and the scion parked next to him, waiting for him to tell them what to do next.

"OK, let's find someone to harass."

Boost reeved his engine.

"Shouldn't we go get Snot Rod?" Wingo asked foolishly.

"Who?"

Boost narrowed his eyes and glared at the silvia.

"Snot Rod."

"Oh... I guess I forgot him... He's always in the background... I didn't notice he wasn't here."

"Boost! Why are you so mean to him?"

DJ turned off his music and parked in front of him. Boost tried to scare him away with a stare, but this time it didn't work. The blue toyota stared back.

"Well... he's not like us... He's slow, uncoordinated and that thing on his hood always makes him sneeze... He deserve it." Boost began, trying not to look nervous. It was the first time DJ or anyone else dared to stand up against him.

"I think he is kinda cool..." Wingo began.

"He's stupid! He has a ugly paintjob and..."

Boost was put to silence but DJ who rolled right up in his face. In fact, it scared tha crap out of him. He had never seen the toyota like this, he was the leader, no one had ever tried to fight him before. Was DJ after his position?

"Then why did you let him join our gang?" DJ hissed.

Boost opened his mouth to answer, but DJ once again cut him off.

"Just to make yourself look good? To have some one to look down on, be mean to?"

"That's enough! I wont stand here listening to this! Go to hell! Both of you! I don't need you!" Boost shouted, tired of the argue. This night hadn't turned out the way he wanted.

"Fine." DJ spun around and dissappeared in distance.

"What did I do?!" Wingo asked before he turned his back to him and drove off. Boost stared after his huge spoiler until it was gone.

Boost was alone again. He sighed. He really had to learn to control himself, or else he wouldn't have any friends left.

He drove around town until he was to tired to carry on. With growing desperation, he started driving his way home. He couldn't stay outside any longer, he had to go home now.

Slowly he opened the door, trying not to make any noise. Unfortunately, his parents stood right behind the door. He froze in the doorway.

"Well, well... We wondered when you would show up." His father rolled forward. "It's late."

"I forgot the time..." Boost stuttered. "I were having fun with my friends."

He tried to go past his father, up the ramp that led to his room. To safety. If he could get inside, he could lock the door...

"I'll show you fun!" His father followed him, staring at his butt.

"Charles... let him go..." Boost's mother began and held her husband back. "Charles... please..."

Charles just shook her off and turned his attention back to his son, pushing him inside his room. The door shut behind them.

She closed her eyes when she heard her son screaming of pain and fear inside the room. She tried not to listen to the unspeakably, horrible sounds coming from behind the closed door. Boost's screaming was getting more desperate every second, she heard her husband swearing.

Tears rolled down her hood.

"Oh... Boost, my poor boy... I'm so sorry i can't stop him from doing this to you..." she whispered. "Forgive me..."

To be continued...

Please review, I need to know if I should continue this story or not. And of course, let me know if you have any ideas, or thing you want to happen. I might put it in, even though I've already planned the whole story.