All For Stickers by Life Is A Highway66
This be a re-upload from a story I wrote way back in 2006. Getting rid of all the errors, and trying out a new style. Just because I loved the idea, but back when I had to go to bed at 9pm, I only had five minutes to write, type up and upload this story. ON WITH IT THOUGH, EH?
The lights from the crowd of reporters began to dim in the distance, and the flash of the paparazzi was just a distance flicker as I watched them chase after Lightning's trailer. My mind raced through the events that had happened since he trashed the town. And yet... These memories were joined by hundreds of different emotions...
I was angry; how could he just leave us? I was confused; why did he just leave us? There was a rush of anger, he had betrayed us. How could it not be obvious that...
No. No way.
This was never meant to happen. The feelings couldn't be returned. He was egotistical, stuck with life in the fast lane, while there was me. I'd adjusted to living slowly in Radiator Springs, so even if there was returned feelings of love then there was no way we could even contemplate a relationship. We were just too... Different.
By the time my emotions sorted themselves out, he was gone. Tears suddenly formed as I turned and began my way to the Cozy Cone motel, the neon lights that he put in place were shining brightly against the black canvas that was the night sky. I watched them for a moment, I'd wanted this for so long, and yet... A part of me felt slightly dissapointed with this. I had seen what my future could have been, I could have been Mrs McQueen, and we could have been a family! But now, I was left. Alone. Nothing but what I had learnt to live with. Which would soon enough disperse into nothingness.
Radiator Springs would eventually be nothing. And, at that moment, without the infamous Lightning McQueen around, it didn't feel the same. And it never would. We never meant for him to get involved with our family, heck, I never meant to get so involved with him. Yet, there I was, in the Cozy Cone reception, sobbing between deep breaths, although never really inhaling any air.
...All for Stickers.