Alright, this idea has been bugging me since I noticed how stupid the first TCUASP seemed. ^-^"
The first part may be a little wrong; I'll get back to that when I can.
To Chance Upon a Spanish Pearl
Chapter One
I love you.
A phrase he'd heard so much of, a sentence he'd come to consider casual, even menacing and one to cause trauma. It was supposed to mean so much, a confession of the greatest intangible thing a car could give. But instead, the words had been marred with mistakes and hurtful memories, and he couldn't trust himself to say them ever again, to his family, his friends, to himself.
He'd committed so much in his life, good and bad things alike. Both had left a lot of memories, but the bad weighed heavier than the good. He felt like the shell of his former self: a once-good boy turned bad, and he didn't know himself anymore. He believed there wouldn't be anyone for him out there, and that there never would be. He didn't have help; he didn't need help. But a small part of him would always wish he had someone. But in his life, there wasn't anyone who would stand by him, so why should there be in the future?
Nobody considered him as Miguel Rodrigo Camino anymore; he was the Miguel Camino, Spain's greatest Grand Touring race car and one of the most lusted-over cats in motorsport history.
He was the second to the firstborn in the children of five, the older of twins. He had one older brother, and three younger sisters. His family was rich and well-off; there was no reason for him to be sad. But was that really true?
"Rodrigo!" his mother shrieked, and he dashed downstairs to find a broken vase. His mother's favorite flower vase, no less. His mother, a refined touring car, glared at him with brown eyes. "Eugénia tells me you broke my favorite vase!"
He stared in panic. He hadn't been downstairs since breakfast. He'd been working on his project the entire morning.
"But I wasn't even here when it broke!" he told her. He hadn't learned enough of his mother tongue to speak so, and besides, his mother liked English and spoke it fluently.
But he knew he wasn't going to escape that easily. Anything of Sofìa's wasn't to be toyed with. And with his sister Eugénia Milagros staring at him with a sly smirk wasn't a good omen. His twin would do absolutely anything to get back at him. And the only way to do that was by his mother's fury.
Unfortunately for him, his mother has always favored his sisters above him, showering them with love, affection, and things they wanted, provided they become proper ladies. "Really? Mercedes tells me you snuck to the kitchen for a snack."
"But I didn't even-"
She held up an empty can of soda with Miguel's tire marks on it. His eyes widened. That was the coke he'd finished yesterday afternoon!
He glared openly at Mercedes Adelaida, who copied her older sister's smile. He took note that their youngest, Mireia Adelina, was behind her, eyes wide with fear. Mercedes only winked, and he fumed. But there was no crossing his mother; that much was branded into his instincts.
"Rodrigo." He glanced at his mother again, and her eyes and voice was deadly calm, with only a hint of fury in them. "I have no choice but to take away your computer."
His eyes widened. "What!" he exclaimed. "But mother-"
"Silencio!" she hissed at him, her glare back. He winced. She never used Spanish unless she was fuming. "You will surrender that laptop of yours, right now!"
He opened his mouth to reply, but he thought better of it. Once the order was given, he wasn't to do anything anymore. He bowed his front, and slunk upstairs to get the only thing that led him to the only place he could express himself. He handed it to his mother, who snatched it from his hold. She turned, front bumper up, and left for the masters' bedroom. Sofìa's leave revealed his sisters standing there.
He glared at Eugénia. "What was that for!" he spat.
"It's to get back at you for breaking my favorite porcelain doll," she told him. If she had arms, they would have been crossed. Her eyes glittered with contempt. "Now you know how it feels to have something taken away from you, don't you?"
"But you didn't have to break her favorite vase!" he retorted.
"It was the only way!" she called. "Mother!"
"What is it, Eugénia?" His mother was suddenly there, her voice worried.
Eugénia glanced once at Miguel before she spoke to her mother in a pitiful voice. "Rodrigo's bullying me!"
Sofìa glared at Miguel. "Haven't you done enough?" she spat at her son. "First it's my vase, and now Eugénia?" She shook in her rage. "Go to your room, and I will not see you out and/or downstairs today!" She narrowed her eyes. "Lunch and dinner will be sent up." She stared at him as Miguel's heart fell. "Go on," she prodded. His gaze hardened, and he turned to race upstairs. He slammed his door so hard it shook the window panes, and, after locking it, he crashed on his bed, wailing into his pillow.
It was unfair for his mother to be biased! It was unfair for him, because she cared more about Eugénia and Adelaida. He vowed then and there he wouldn't dare love his mother, or his sisters ever again.