Author Note: Here's the Rochelle/ElChupacabra chapter I promised (and there will be more). Please read and review! I also added Chapter 6 to Dora's New Life shortly after stating this story, if you like reading goofy fan fictions.

Chapter Two: Romantic Dinner

It was the day after the race in San Antonio. El Chupacabra wanted to treat Rochelle to a romantic dinner. There was a romantic Italian restaurant in San Antonio that El Chupacabra felt was perfect for him and his lovely girlfriend Rochelle. The name of the restaurant was Olive Sky.

The restaurant had gentle lightning, soothing music, a pretty candle on each lace-covered table, and red rose peddles sprinkled on the floor.

"Aww, this restaurant is beautiful, ElChu...", Rochelle commented sweetly.

"Not as beautiful as you, my angel...", ElChupacabra responded flirtatiously.

"Can I get you guys something?", the host asked the loveplanes.

"Me and my lovely girlfriend would like a table please.", El Chu politely told the host.

"Sure thing. There is an empty table right over there. Our waitress will be right with you."

They roll over to the table wingtip-to-wingtip and ElChu pulls out the chair from under the table for Rochelle to sit down.

"Oh, what a gentleplane.", she responded, followed by a cute giggle.

They sat down at the beautifully decorated table. The cloth covering the table was a beautiful lace, as white as snow and as soft as a cloud. And for the centerpiece, sat an elegantly lit candle to set the mood of romance.

ElChu couldn't help but admire how the gentle lighting in the restaurant was hitting Rochelle. It really brought out the beauty in her smile and the twinkle in her eyes. "You look more beautiful than ever...", he lustfully tells her.

"Aww, that's sweet of you to say, ElChu. You are quite handsome and warm yourself."

The waitress rolls to the table with an olive green towel drooped along her right wing. "My name is Brooke and I am going to be your waitress for the evening.", she announces. "Can I start you guys off with some drinks?"

"Do you guys have the fuel with a hint of strawberry?", ElChu asked.

"Of course!", Brooke answered. "It's the most popular fuel here! It's what this restaurant likes to call the romance fuel."

"Me and my lovely Rochelle would both like a quart of that, please.", El Chu requested.

"And what can I get you for your entree?", the waitress asked

"We would like some spaghetti and meat balls. One plate. Couple size."

"Aww, so you guys wanna share the spaghetti? That's sweet.", Brooke commented.

"Sharing is caring!", Rochelle and ElChu responded simultaneously.

Brooke smiles. "I will be be back with your food shortly."

"I really wish Ripslinger would make an effort to get along with us.", Rochelle stated, followed by a sigh.

"Ripslinger thinks just because he's a racing champion, he can act like he's better than everybody else.", El Chu reminded Rochelle.

"Why, though?", Rochelle asked. "Dusty is also a racing champion and he is one of the most selfless planes you will ever meet. Why does Rip have to be so different from us?"

"He just seems to be apart the small percentage of racers who let the fame get to him?", El Chu thought.

"I thought Dusty would help in giving him a lesson in sportsmenship, but his arrival in the racing world just made Rip more bitter. Not that it's Dusty's fault."

"I think Ripslinger just needs a hug.", ElChu believed. "You know, studies show that hugs are necessary for mental health."

"And you give me plenty of them.", Rochelle responded, batting her eyes.

"Of course, chica. I just wish Ripslinger would admit that hugs are just as important for him as they are for the rest of us."

After 20 minutes of cuteness between Rochelle El Chu, their spaghetti dinner was finally ready.

Brooke, their waitress, slowly rolls to their table, carefully balancing their plate of spaghetti on her right wing, the fuel on her left wing, and slowly sets them down on the table next to the beautifully lit candle.

"Thank you, ma'am", the couple said in unison.

"You guys are very welcome.", the waitress responded with a friendly smile, before leaving.

El Chu inhales the aroma. "Mmm, that smells absolutely delicioso!", El Chu said.

"Oui, it does! Let's eat!", Rochelle squealed.

Rochelle and ElChu take a long noddle and slowly slurp it down until their lips meet.

They both blushed.

"Mmm, your lips taste like cherries", ElChu said, smacking his lips.

"And the spaghetti is absolutely delcious!", Rochelle said.

"Are you sure it's not my lips you taste", ElChu asked jokingly.

Rochelle rolled her eyes.

"I'm kidding!", ElChu admitted. "I agree. This spaghetti tastes even better than it smells."

"Thank you for taking me here.", Rochelle began sincerely "You always know how to make my heart so full."

"Nothing's too good for my angel.". ElChu responded sweetly.

. . .

Rochelle and ElChu practically licked their plate clean and their oil quarts dry.

"This is truly a meal to remember.", Rochelle said.

"You do deserve that best.", ElChu responded. "Come with me fly, chica. This date still isn't over."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll find out."

ElChu took Rochelle to a field of tall golden grass. The sky above was filled with glittery stars. And they sat in the beautiful grass, stargazing.

After sitting in pure silence for a few minutes, a shooting star appeared.

ElChu wraps his wings tightly around Rochelle. "You can have this wish...", he whispers to her.

"You, Senor ElChu, are my wish. Nothing makes me more fulfilled and happy than being with you."

A single tear of love and happiness trickled down ElChu's cheek. "Thank you. That means a lot to me", ElChu responded.

"I'm chilly", Rochelle said.

"Allow me to warm you up." ElChu wraps his cape around Rochelle like a warm blanket.

She instantly drifts to sleep.

ElChu lies next to her. "Sweet dreams.", he whispers, kissing her gently on the fuselage.

"I love you so much..."

I know this was really short, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Chapter 3 will be all about Ripslinger again and will be in his Point of View. So, stay tuned for that. :)