A/N: You may thank my wonderful girlfriend for this chapter. I have a day off school today, and I first wasn't planning to write anything for this, but after breakfast I played Cars 2 on the wii with Miguel (She left her game at my place-) and that totally refeuled (silly pun) me to write a beautiful useless filler chapter which absolutely doesn't help the plot, except maybe the tension, but gives you some teasing JeffxLewis. or LewisxJeff. idk. I'll try to make Raoul, Max and Miguel both come over in the next chapter!
It was absolutely hilarious. Lightning didn't need to do anything, or instruct them anything to screw up already. He wonders what it would've been like if they had been practicing the turn at Willy's Butte. But he'd save Willy's Butte for the moment all racers were here. That turn was the most tricky one, so everybody should have a fair chance trying to make it.
But as of now, it seemed like one week of practice wouldn't be enough. They'd need a whole month of training to ever get a sharp turn on dirt. At least Francesco would. Lightning could suddenly very well understand why Doc made so much fun about him when he took his first turn on dirt. It really was hilarious. Especially Francesco.
Lightning had actually showed them how they should take the turn, it was Lewis who was the first to follow Lightning (with the best result, honestly). He managed to actually make it through the turn losing control just slightly though it wasn't far as fast as Lightning did it. Francesco didn't want to go last, so he went after Lewis. Too bad he went way too fast and ended up crashing into a cactus. As a result Jeff was laughing so hard, he just rolled down with a bare 20 mph.
"God dammit, Francesco, I'm never- haha- letting you go in front of- of me again!" Jeff called out, panting and laughing. "I'm dying, oh, seriously" Jeff had opened the window of his car to lay down on it and get some more air, whereas Lightning and Lewis kept seated, holding their belly's as they were laughing so hard it actually hurt.
"Gosh, I can't breathe, haha!" Lightning said, to which Lewis agreed. He however was too short of breath to still be able to talk at all.
"Very funny, McQueen, very funny. Is 'a anyone going to help 'a Francesco out here?" Francesco said. He was far from amused right now, but the cactus on his hood stuck into his wing, so he wasn't able to get out himself.
"Good, Alright, I'll get Mater. I should have brought him along from the beginning after all. Haha god, I thought you were all a little better than this after all, hang on Francesco." Lightning said, beginning to snicker again before driving back to Radiator Springs
"Ah, Si, very funny McQueen, and 'a maybe you should try to put 'a your small feet to the gas, it makes you 'a go faster!" Francesco said, trying to step on the gas himself but he still didn't manage to get out.
Jeff and Lewis got out of their cars, both still panting. Jeff leaned against his car, quickly joined by Lewis as they studied the awkward position Francesco brought himself into.
He wasn't even able to get out of the car, unless he would shove the Cactus out of the way with his own upper body.
"Maybe you should try to think, and not step on the gas, but brake in a turn." Lewis told Francesco, a very amused grin on his face, revealing the little gap between his front teeth.
"Francesco did brake in the 'a turn. That was why Francesco has 'a slipped. But watch out, next time Francesco knows how to 'a make that turn 'a perfect so you 'a two can bite in 'a Francesco's dust!"
Lewis lowered his voice and turned a little to Jeff. "I think we might both want to bite in something else," he whispered, causing Jeff to start laughing again.
"Wait, what 'a did you two say?" Francesco yelled angrily, as he tried hitting the gas again, but the cactus had his car completely stuck.
"And he surely wants someone else but us to bite in his… dust" Jeff said, causing them both to laugh again. "What do you think for whom Lightning will go?"
"Francesco or Sally you mean? Sally. Definitely." Lewis said as he tried to lay his hand subtly enough around Jeff's waist so Francesco wouldn't notice.
"You know about whom we're talking. It's Francesco. If he really wants McQueen,"
"McQueen is doomed. No, I think the kid will just hit Francesco in the face bad enough he won't try anymore. Or maybe he will, but I mean, McQueen won't let him mess with his mind, will he?"
"WHAT ARE YOU 'A TWO TALKING ABOUT? AND WHERE 'A STAYS MCQUEEN?" Francesco called out angrily, earning only more chuckles from Jeff and Lewis.
"Are we making a bet?" Jeff asked, grinning broadly to Lewis.
"On what? On the outcome of the match, or the outcome of the outcome?"
"Outcome of the outcome. If McQueen will let Francesco have him, I win. If he'll stay with Sally, you win"
"As if one huge bet between the players isn't enough. But alright, what are we betting on?"
"What about we take somewhat the same bet as they do? Not that McQueen really agreed on that bet, but you know, winner takes is all?" Jeff asked, throwing a seductive grin in the play.
"Fine," Lewis said, quickly looking around if Francesco was still freaking out in his car and not looking at their flirting. "We'll find out. Francesco won't keep his ass still even if he loses anyway. He'd still go for McQueen, even if McQueen finishes first. I don't know how he ever plans on winning in the dirt though. So, if McQueen finishes before Francesco, and Francesco does keep his ass still, that means Lightning stays with Sally, that means I win as well"
Jeff's mouth formed a little 'o'-shape. "That's right, haha, I didn't even consider that. Well, I guess I'm screwed then! No way that Francesco can beat Lightning in his hometown!"
"Remember Porto Corsa? Don't call your game yet, love." Lewis said with a playful grin. "I'm quite sure they will surprise everyone."
"But I'd love to lose the bet to you. That's all." Jeff said, slightly rubbing against Lewis' sides. "But I hear that Francesco's release is near!" Jeff said, turning his head around.
"Francesco's release" Lewis repeated him, snickering again while shaking his head disapprovingly. "You'd better watch your tongue now"
"Why don't you watch it for me?" Jeff said, starting to lick his lips, earning a smack on his head as Lewis stepped away from him to greet Lightning and Mater.
Lightning started laughing again at the simple sight of Francesco being stuck. "Oh, Hey guys, did Francesco still swear at you, in that case we might want to let him cool down first."
"Let him cool down!" Jeff said happily.
"No, just get him out, I still want to practice. And let Mater stay around as well, in case Francesco confuses his gas for the brakes again." Lewis quickly said.
"Get that 'a thing of 'a Francesco, now!" Francesco demanded.
"Okey-dokey!" Mater replied happily, driving over to Francesco to help him get rid of the cactus.
Lightning just smilingly watched as Mater freed Francesco. It was absolutely the funniest thing ever, to make other cars crash into cacti themselves. The only one who probably would get away here without getting a single pine stuck somewhere was Raoul. Which meant still 9 racers to fly into the cacti. Mater had the best job ever; pulling racecars out of the cacti.
"Well, maybe you'll win this after all Jeff, check out the way McQueen is watching-" Lewis whispered before getting back into his car.
"We will see, we will see!" Jeff laughed back before following Lewis' example and get into the car as well.
"All ready Francesco? Let's just try some less sharp turns on the road first, then we'll get back here" Lightning suggested laughingly.
"Francesco is always ready he says, so let's go!" Jeff said before Francesco had the time to argue.
"Stop! There are 'a still pines in 'a Francesco's hood!" Francesco called out, but standing chanceless against the two younger, American cars driving away laughing loudly, followed by the Brit, Leaving Francesco with no choice but to take of quickly behind them.