Mater/Hol- why am I even warning for this. It shows up in like all my stories. It'd be easier to warn for fics where there's NO M/H.
Ignition
It wasn't every day a rusty tow truck like him got to go to a party like this. The lights danced in a plethora of neon colors against the contrasting ground, bouncing off the metallic statues that Mater had overheard some other cars saying was the "art" that made this place at "art museum." (He didn't know art could spin around like that!) The food was strange, unique, delicious, and something he had no plans to go near ever again.
And then there was the Jaguar he'd just passed.
The Jaguar that was heading back in his direction.
"H-Hello."
She was stuttering. Was she shy? Shy around him? And then it hit the truck; there was the slightest chance that a car was actually interested in him. A car that was really, really beautiful.
And Mater's new goal for the evening became helping the shy lady loosen up a little and have a conversation. He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Why helllllo!"
A/N: This was inspired by an interview with Mr. Cable Guy, where he commented that Mater was excited that a girl was actually interested in him. Or so Mater thought.
For the record, I love minimalist sculptures. I just imagine Mater being more traditional/not understanding how something like that could be considered art.
I am so proud that I didn't name this ficlet "Start". That would have been stupid.