Chapter 3 - "I Propose Confusion"
The midnight wind raced through town. Lightning stared outside the window of cone number one. His gas tank turned at the thought of Doc's words.
"Was he saying it for the best?" Lightning thought to himself. He looked over at the angel next to him and smiled. Sally could take away any of Lightning's problems, but he sighed.
"At least she's not a light sleeper," he thought again, then he whispered, "Four years."
Sally didn't wake up. She just bobbed her hood up and down, breathing. Lightning watched, trying to match their breathing.
"Sally..," he whispered, turning back to the window. Sally cracked one of her eyes open just a little bit. She peeked over at Lightning, who was still staring out of the window. Lightning didn't know she was now awake and listening.
"I wish I was able to tell you everything," Lightning continued. He looked up at the moon.
Sally opened her other eye. She wanted to just lean on him to make him feel better. Looking up at the moon, Lightning whispered more, "I wish I could tell you..," he groaned in frustration, "Doc is right. Racecars start for the attention that comes with their passion…'cause their parents..aren't known for being so great..not all of them though."
Lightning looked down at his lucky sticker, "My lucky sticker..because it covers a scar that can't be fixed..to remind me everyday.."
Lightning couldn't hold back anymore. Tears poured from his windshield.
Sally stood on her axles, pretending that she was woken up from the crying, "Lightning?"
"S-Sally!" Lightning called out. Sally cruised over to him and leaned her body against him, "It's okay.."
"It's not okay! What if I'm not good at this?"
"You're going to be great!"
"But..I'm a racecar. What if I don't have time for it? What if I never bond with it?
"Lightning, you said it yourself..you can handle anything."
Lightning drove toward her breathing heavily again, "A-Anything? Right?"
"Anything," she brought her tire up and placed it against his cheek, "Now let's go back to bed."
"Wait," Lighting looked into her eyes, "I wanna make sure of it. I wanna make sure we can handle this together."
"We don't have to make sure of something we already know."
"I want to give you what you wanted in California."
Sally raised a lid, "What do you mean?"
"Sally..," he moved her tire off of his cheek and held it in his wheel, "Sally, marry me."