-Cloudy-
I was looking in the mirror impressed, but I was still in my primer. Not a fabulous look, but I'd figure the IGNTR sponsor wouldn't mind.
"Well, I'm out of here, thank you so much kind sir."
I told the small car who has helped me out here since I got to the front desk.
"You're welcome ma'am. But may I ask why? You were a perfect model for racing. You would've been able to keep up with the next gens fine."
I smiled at the younger car. This was clearly his summer internship.
"Can we, if you want to and have the time, of course, talk about it?"
"Yes ma'am, I'd love to hear it."
"Well, you might of heard the rumors that me and McQueen were dating."
He smiled to this.
"Well, do you know how old I am?"
Your 19, Ms. Cloudy, why?"
"Well your wrong there."
"How so?"
"I lied. Rusteze didn't want another cocky young racer. So I lied to them. Told them I was 18 when I was really 15. I've been living on a lie. McQueen didn't know. The press doesn't know either. My parents were older car models so I was an older model by birth (don't ask how) so they believed that I was 18. And so did McQueen. I was crazy when I met him, hungry for love. So that's why our relationship became a thing. Then after the wreck, the strings in our relationship popped. He was caring too much about racing. I never got any attention so that's why I am here."
"That's quite a story Ms. Cloudy."
He said bashfully.
"Thank you. Now I must be on my way. My old model has a tracker on it. McQueen will be here pretty soon. Cause he's clingy like that."
We both laughed at this.
"Tell him I'm looking for a new sponsor."
"That's it?"
"Yup."
"Will do Ms. Cloudy."
I turned to him.
"Cloudy, please."
The caught him off guard.
"O-of course Ms. Cloudy!"
"Bye!"
And with that I drove. I drove all the way to the IGNTR training center. My new model had a phone even though race cars don't need phones I have one. I just googled the training centers location. I looked down at my speedometer. 194. I sped up 201. Now this felt exhilarating.
-Lightning-
I drove out of the training center. No paparazzi at all. Weird. But who cares. I needed to find Cloudy. The love of my life.
"Cloudy!"
I screamed into the sky. I was on the verge of tears now. Everything she said came back to me.
"This place is obsessed with you! And you with it! We are over! And I quit racing for this garbage team!" (I know that's not exactly what she said but go with it)
Mr. Sterling drove quietly from out of the glass doors of the training center.
"McQueen, I would like you to meet your trainer Cruz Ramirez."
He was trying to get my mind off of her. I could tell. This girl was yelling at me stuff like
"Use that!"
But I wasn't listening. My heart ached for her. Her smile. Her blue eyes. Her everything. I sighed.
"Mr. McQueen? Something wrong?"
My trainer asked. I saw Mr. Sterling drive off and took the opportunity. It was practically knocking at my door.
"Hey Cruz?"
"Yes Mr. McQueen?"
"Don't you have a phone?"
"Yes. Don't you?"
"Race cars don't need phones. But that's off topic. Can you track on it?"
"Yes, and please tell me why."
"How about we go train outside for a min minute?"
"Sure, I guess."
We drove outside we I previously was yelling her name.
"Track serial number 10-00-24-00-03."
"Well isn't that specific."
"Just please do it."
"Alright. The number says it's at a factory for frame switches and compactors."
"Alright. You lead the way."
"Wait we are leaving?"
"Yes now go. My racing career and live life depend on you Cruz now drive!"
With that she drove onto the highway. We left with a trace.
We were a good 35 miles from the training center when we reached our destination.
"We are here."
Once she announced our arrival I didn't have to think twice I drove into the building. There was a small car at the front desk.
"How may I help you Mr. McQueen?"
The small car asked me.
"Do you know where Cloudy Days is?"
I asked frantically.
"Your old girlfriend? Why yes. Her old model is here but she isn't."
"What! Old model? What did you do to her!"
"Mr. McQueen calm down."
Cruz whispered to me.
"Well sir, she got her engine transferred to a next gen. With that she also got a few engine tweaks. She left about 30 minutes ago."
"What? Why? Do you know where she is?"
"She went to some sponsors training center. She told me to tell you she was looking for a new sponsor."
I groaned to this news. Cruz piped up.
"Do you know who it was sir?"
"Nope I am very sorry. But I bet the news will tell he turned the TV on.
-Cloudy-
I reached the IGNTR training center in record time. Without any speeding tickets surprisingly. I drove through the glass doors. I saw Jackson Storm himself driving on the simulator. He was around 17. Which is how old I am. With out lying.
"Excuse me."
I told the black car parked next to the simulator.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Okay. I'm Cloudy Days. I'd like to represent you along side Jackson Storm in racing."
"I thought you were Rusteze's pawn. Besides your not even that fast. What's your top speed anyways."
"210, sir."
He was a little taken back by this.
"Really. Let's the the simulator tell the truth."
As I said I was cruising up the 200's.
"Nice work kid."
"Good job."
A deeper more recognizable voice said secondly.
I out off the simulator to see the very Jackson Storm.
"I like your frame." (That's a compliment like I like your body or clothing in the cats world to me.)
"Thanks."
I remarked bashfully to him.
"The names Jackson Storm but I bet you already knew that beautiful."
"B-beautiful? I never really been called beautiful before."
"I thought you had a loser boyfriend. Oh that's right Lightning McQueen, that's him."
"He's not my boyfriend. We are not dating. At least not any more."
"How are old you? Cause we'll only take fresh stuff. Your like 20 aren't you?"
"I'm 17 sir."
Jackson and this sponsor were taken back by this.
"I lied. I was so passionate about racing I lied."
"Well, welcome to the team."
Jackson told me this.
"How about we get some fresh paint on you?"
I was painted black, then some blue accents just like Jackson but the blue was only a tad bit lighter so you could see the difference. And instead of the "s" I was given a "c" in the same fashion.
"You look great."
Jackson announced to me as I came out of the painting room.
"Thanks."
"So you wanna be fast rookies together?"
"Yeah."
-McQueen-
This news wasn't giving us anything. Then suddenly a breaking news thing appeared.
"Breaking news. Rusteze's rookie Cloudy Days is now signed with IGNTR. Jackson, how do you feel about this?"
"I feel great. She's new stuff, and she's amazing. She's fast, and super nice. I honestly love being her boyfriend."
"BOYFRIEND?"
I yelled through the small waiting room.
"Mr. McQueen, you do realize you're not her boyfriend anymore?"
"Who cares Cruz."
The news continued.
"I thought you were dating Mr. McQueen, Cloudy is this true?"
"I was at one point. I dated him because I was crazy and wanted love. I was 15 not 18 when we started dating. Everybody thought wrong. I really do love Jackson though, we are both 17 so it just feels right."
"This has been Cloudy Days, and I'm Kori goodnight Los Angeles."
With that the TV turned off. I was furious.
"Cruz. We are going to Los Angeles you know that right?"
She nodded. (Or however Cars nod)
"Well let's go."
It was a good 50 miles to Los Angeles but we made it.
I drove through the glass doors too fast. They didn't shatter but I thought they would.
"McQueen."
A familiar voice greeted me.