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Chapter Numero Eleven
When Sour Bill showed up at Fix- It Felix Jr.'s at closing time, Ralph had immediately expected the worst. He'd rushed to Sugar Rush, without telling Felix, expecting to see the princess bed ridden and dying. He was wrong.
He found the racers on the main racetrack, tuning their cars for the after hours race. They were all noticeably older, taller, better looking than their regular little kid personas. He frantically scanned the crowd and spotted Vanellope, who was talking with Gloyd as he checked his engine. Ralph felt his jaw drop.
Vanellope was, even though she was still pale, blushing and twirling her hair around her finger in a very un-Vanellope like fashion. She leaned close to Gloyd and whispered something in his ear and the handsome racer responded by grabbing her waist and pulling her close. The princess squealed in delight.
Ralph felt his blood boil, his worry instantly melting away for something else. Jealousy, though he didn't realize it. He could feel his face growing red.
"What's going on here?" He yelled, stomping toward them.
Vanellope and Gloyd glanced up in surprise, Gloyd's arm slipped from around her waist.
Vanellope stepped forward, looking confused. "Ralph?"
"Yah, hi." He stopped just in front of her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Did you forget about us coming over?" Ralph sent a courteous glance at Gloyd. "Didn't you mention anything to them? Or were you too distracted?"
Her stance became defensive. "Of course I did! Didn't Sour Bill tell you?"
All the other racers stopped what they were doing and gravitated toward their leader to find out what was happening. Ralph felt uneasy. "What are you talking about?"
Vanellope shook her head. "I sent Sour Bill to tell you that you guys should probably come later, after the race. We were trying to finish it before you guys got here. I didn't expect you until after."
"The race?" He asked. "Can't that wait till later?"
"Dude, we can't reschedule it!" Gloyd protested. "We'll get the race over with, then we'll be more than happy to answer all your questions. Right guys?"
All the other racers nodded or muttered their agreement. Ralph really, really didn't want this punk (In his opinion) to get the better of him, but he didn't really have a choice.
"Fine." He grumbled, still glowering.
"Alright, everyone go back to fixing your own karts!" Vanellope yelled with a smirk. "Race starts in fifteen minutes. Nothing to see here."
The racers all left grudgingly, including Gloyd. Vanellope went to follow him, but Ralph grabbed her arm, dragging her off a little ways.
"What's up with you and that boy?" Ralph growled. "Was he bothering you?"
"What!? No!" She pulled her arm away, frowning. "We were just talking Ralph!"
He crossed his arms. "It didn't look like you were just talking."
"Fine! We were flirting, alright?" Vanellope relented. "What's so bad about that, Stinkbrain? I'm an adult, I can handle myself around guys."
"With pumpkin breath?" He scolded. "Really?"
"Why do you care who I flirt with, anyway?" She sounded hurt.
Ralph hadn't expected that. He froze, and she stared up at him. "I... I don't-"
"Vanellope!" Gloyd called, running up to them. "Come on, I'll look over your kart before the race."
She gave Ralph an angry look and let Gloyd put his arm around her. He started to lead her away.
Ralph felt his anger slowly dissolve into self-loathing. He felt like a jerk for over reacting.
"Vanellope." He called, but she either didn't hear him or didn't want to. She didn't turn around.
Next chapter be up soon! For the record, I actually like the Gloyd/Vanellope pairing. It just needed to be this way for this story. Hope yah liked it! Thanks to everyone who commented and faved and followed. Replies will go up in next chapter. Let me know what you think!
