So against my better judgement, I have decided to continue this into a full-blown story. Flame all you want, but this is a site where I can express my ideas freely and not have to worry about criticism. This is an original and creative story, and it is giving me practice to write more believable works, per-say, so haters can bugger off. I really don't care if you object to this pairing or slash, cause there's one simple way to prevent unwanted and unneeded heartbreak for everyone- don't like, don't read. Thank you :)
With that happy note, please enjoy this chapter :) POSITIVE feedback is loved. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is, too. Flames will be used to light a joint so all the haters can smoke it and chill the hell out :3
~Kitty~
Ramone didn't know why he had agreed to it. It was behind a run-down apartment building in an awful part of town he was driving down. A light sprinkle wet the garbage of the alley, creating a smell that was more than gag-worthy. He had yet to change his bland grey paint in his haste to get out of the jail, a fact that made his situation even more terrible. Clicking on his headlights in a pattern of two, then a pause and two more, he was greeted by two other cars. A green pacer and an orange gremlin glowered at him, obviously not liking to have to be there any more than he did.
"So you're the Professor's new toy, eh?" the pacer, Acer, if he recalled correctly, snorted.
"I don't think that's any a' your business, man."
"Speaking of business," the gremlin- Grem?- intervened, "we were contacted by the Professor sayin' that you needed some... assistance?"
A smirk tugged at Ramone's lips; so they had no knowledge of the plan, huh? 'I'll get you for this, Z,' he thought slyly. Not that he expected any different, though. Acer and Grem, from what the Professor told him, would be easy enough to work with, even though they weren't the brightest crayons in the box. He had listened in amusement as Z told him of how they had evaded being captured by the spies. They had been in a bar brawl when they managed to smash everyone's drinks, and had been beaten beyond recognition. They had escaped before the police had arrived. They still had some dents along their frame, probably too paranoid to get them fixed by a professional for fear of being recognized.
As much as he detested the idea, he would need their help if he wanted to get Zündapp out of that hellhole.
Oh, the Professor. It was on impulse that he had decided to get answers straight from the source. He had a suspicion that there was more to the story than the cover page hinted, and look at what he had uncovered! Not only was there more of a back story to the lemon then previously thought, but there was a passion there that the Puerto Rican had never felt- not even with Flo!
In an instant, he was struck with guilt. He hadn't even thought of how this would effect his marriage with the show car. She would be heartbroken when she found out what he had done- or rather, what he was going to do. He and Janus would be on the run. He could never return home. He suddenly wanted to call everything a quits and go home, just pretending the whole ordeal had never happened. But then he remembered the passion and raw emotion he had experienced with Zündapp, and how there was not a spark, but a fire of something he had felt. Sure, he had a spark with Flo, but that was it. Just a spark. He didn't know why- maybe it was the fact it was with another guy or that it was devilishly forbidden- but it was the sexiest two kisses he had ever received! He knew that what he felt wasn't just lust like it had been with Flo, but real emotions of love that demanded to be acted upon! Who would he be to not do as love requested?
Flo was forgotten. His life in Radiator Springs was forgotten. Everything in the past- from his rough childhood to his business and everything in between- was nothing but a bug on his windshield, miniscule to his future. A life on the run with his sexy partner-in-crime. What could be better? Being gay lovers running from the cops and perhaps even the CIA was too tempting of an offer to ignore.
Ramone smiled to the two lemons. "You want to get Z out of prison?"
Acer and Grem exchanged looks of bewilderment. This was why they had been contacted just hours ago? This was the brilliant plan that the Professor was so excited about? To break out of prison? They didn't even know where to begin!
Seeing their dubious looks, he sighed. "We already have a plan. We just need your help, so chill."
They calmed. Grem gave him a suspicious look. "And what if we refuse to be a part of this 'plan'?"
Ramone growled. "Then I call the police and have you arrested. On. The. Spot."
Acer paled. Grem growled back, and Ramone found himself in a heated battle of glares. Just as the Impala thought he would have to resort to violence, Grem sighed. "Fine. Just tell us whats we gotta do an' we'll do it."
Ramone smirked. "That's better. So here's how it's gonna go down, man..."
~Prison~
It had happened earlier than he thought it would. He had to praise Ramone, but also wonder if this was his first prison break. Just as the Impala had promised him, the day after his visit there had been a riot. Zündapp chose not to question how exactly his lover had pulled off making everyone break out into a brawl, and instead focused on getting out. Upon close inspection, there was a crack in the foundation- one that an infant would have trouble squeezing through, but a crack none-the-less. Grem and Acer had dug all night, with Ramone keeping watch for anyone around. In reality, he was watching the two cars bickering for all they were worth with muffled snickers, but at least he kept watch half of the time. But the fact still stood- that hole they dug could now fit an SUV through the once-small crack. With the guards distracted, the Professor dragged himself through the hole, looking as casual as he could. Ramone removed the parking boot from his wheel- placing a few kisses along his hood all the while- as Acer filled him up with gas, and away they drove.
Unfortunately, the jail-break was as far as they had thought. They didn't know what they would do from there, and the two lovers were more than a little peeved at having Grem and Acer come along with them. Four was considered an army by some, but Ramone thought that it was a bigger crowd than necassary.
The jail itself was in the middle of nowhere. Actually, it was in the Texas desert, but no one paid any attention to where they were going or where they were. Ramone knew what their next step was suddenly- new paint and disguises. And ditching Grem and Acer, of course.
~Kitty~
Yeah, I suck at writing a jail-break scene :/ I admit! But I like to think I have Ramone's thoughts accurate :) Let me know what YOU think, though :) As long as it has no flames! If it does, I will be forced to throw gas on it and watch your "review" be swallowed in cinders :3
Not as long as I wanted it to be :/ Oh well! Next time, readers :) And I hope the FloxRamone readers out there hate Ramone a little less now :3 He does regret cheating on her! But he has TRUE love now :)
Good night/morning, everyone!
~Kitty~
