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Chapter 27 - "Charleston, Charleston"

The high noon desert sun shined bright into the valley, even though the weather was still bolt-rattling cold. It reflected into the blackness of Sheriff's roof as he stared ahead behind his billboard, waiting to catch a speeder. Usually, he'd be taking a nap, but this time his eyes were open and focused on an imaginary figure in front of him.

"If you're not busy this evenin'," the police cruiser said to himself, "I'd love to take you for a drive," he shook his hood, "No, no…"

The engine of a speeding vehicle echoed against the rocky monuments, but Sheriff kept talking to himself.

"How about dinner? No...ugh.."

The engine came closer.

"Tell me some of those most interesting vehicle stops you've ever experienced in your career as an officer," Sheriff cringed, "...this ain't no job interview."

As the engine noises came even closer, one could hear the sound split into two cars speeding on Route 66.

"How about flowers?" Sheriff sighed, "Of course you like flowers."

The two cars flew past Sheriff, right in front of his eyes. They even whipped up the air and continued on like they weren't doing anything wrong.

"I'll just come out and say it," said Sheriff, who didn't even notice, "Brenda, let's go see a movie at the drive-in."

In the same afternoon former Piston Cup champion Chick Hicks announced his retirement from the world of racing, Jane felt it best to give Murphy some time alone to settle down not only from the stress of driving for so long and never making it to his destination, but also from the news of his father's decision.

She drove to Sally in her motel lobby. She poked her hood in the entrance and watched her mother staring intensely at her financial documents. Sally's eyes sailed across each word she read, making sure her bookkeeping was accurate. When her eyes came to the next page, they caught Jane at the corner of her windshield. She glanced up with a smile, "Hey, little star. Murphy awake?"

"Yeah," said Jane, "I bought him the fries from Flo's."

"I'm sure he appreciated that," Sally studied her daughter's expression, "Although, you're not as bubbly as you were this morning."

Jane pulled in the corner of her lips, "I...have some things on my mind."

Sally flipped her book closed, "Let's talk about it."

"I don't think you'd understand, momma," Jane rolled a tire back and forth, nervously, "I think it's something dad might understand though."

Sally's eyes became tight and worried, "Give me a chance."

"I really think dad can help me with this more than you can."

Sally pulled her bottom lip in, "Mhm."

"But, mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"When do you think you're going to retire?"

"Retire?" Sally gave a nervous laugh, "I don't look that old, do I?"

"Oh! No, I didn't mean it that way."

"Well, let's see," Sally pulled around her office desk, "I like working. When you like what you do, then you don't really think about retiring because no one wants to think about stopping what they love."

"You stopped practicing law when you were younger though," Jane looked up at Sally's eyes, "You said it burned you out."

"That's because I found out that it wasn't something I really loved."

"You must have loved it at some point with all of that work you did to become a lawyer. All of the studying and the hours put into every case."

"Jane, there's no such thing as hard work wasted," Sally's voice softened, "Sometimes you need to work very hard to find out what you don't like, but you shouldn't despair, because all of that hard work is still miles counting down on the road to finding what you love."

"So, no regrets."

"Absolutely not," Sally said, "And that's why I'm so happy that you found something you loved so early in your life, but if you still want to talk to dad, he's in Mater's junkyard."

"Thanks, mom," Jane turned her wheels away, "That did help."

"I'm always here for you, baby."

Jane scurried away from the lobby and made a right down the main road toward Mater's. She turned into his yard to find Lightning and Mater huddled around an object.

"She used to say she liked expensive things," Mater said, "So this is gonna work!"

Lightning sighed, "Mater, that's just a rock."

"No, sir. Not when we get Ramone to paint it."

"Even with paint on it, it'll still look like a rock."

"You don't like tryin' anything, do ya?"

"Because the more time we waste looking at things that don't matter, the more time she has to cover herself."

Jane turned her front wheels in. They were talking about that woman again, who she still feared to that very day.

"She can't hide for much longer," Mater assured him, "We've scraped through most of the desert. She'll run out of places."

Just then, Mater saw something move in his sideview mirror.

"No, Mater, the odds of her even being in the same state anymore is slim to-"

"Howdy, Jane!" said Mater, turning to look at her. Lightning followed with a smile, facing her now as well.

"Howdy, Mater," Jane pulled into the lot even more, "What are you guys doin'?"

Both of the friends spoke over each other.

"Making a trap!"

"Wasting time."

"Maybe I can help," Jane said, "Let me see."

Lightning shook his hood, "I understand you want to help us, but the best thing you can do is practice your racing. It's a beautiful day! The ice should melt very soon, so your track at school is going to open, and you'll impress your coach even more," he continued to try to talk her out of assisting, "And besides, the other team members had an early start to meet the coach. When practice officially begins for your school, you'll be the only one who is going to meet him for the first time. Go out there and shine like the star you are."

"Make it count!" Mater exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...I know, daddy," she took in a deep breath, "But, right now? The last thing I wanna do right now is race."

Lightning's eyelids pressed into concern, "What do you mean?"

"Momma wanted to talk to me about it, but I told her I'd feel better talking to you."

"I hope you're not quitting the team."

"No! I want this more than anything in the world, but...I really have to talk to you. It's important."

Mater nodded, "Yeah, Lightnin', you go talk to Jane," he picked up the rock they were studying earlier, "I'll go take this evidence to Ramone."

He drove around the two cars and went out on his way to the lowrider's paint shop.

"It's not evidence!" Lightning called out to Mater's tow hook swinging away in the distance, "It's a rock!"

Jane looked up at her dad, "I hope I'm not wasting more of your time."

"No way," Lightning brought a wheel to hers, "You never waste my time."

"Since you have time then," she looked up at him, "Can we take a drive?"

His eyes became softer, "Of course we can."

As he turned and drove out of the lot with his daughter, he periodically glanced down at her, watching her eyes. There wasn't a second in the day that flew by without him thinking about her. They drove towards Ornament Valley.

"You got me out here," said Lightning, with a small smirk, "What's bothering you?"

"You didn't hear the news?" asked Jane, "It was on the radio earlier."

"Nope."

"Chick Hicks," she peeked up at him to see his reaction, "He just retired about an hour ago."

Lightning hit his brakes and his jaw opened, "You're kidding."

He blinked for a moment, then picked up driving where they left off, "Well...he's been racing for a long time. There's no such thing as a racer who lasts forever and when you become a racer, you'll have to retire someday too."

Jane's mirrors slumped, "True, but...that's not for a long time, right?"

"You bet."

"As reassuring as that sounds, Chick isn't the one I'm worried about."

"Aww, you're probably worried about Murphy. I'm sure Chick will talk to him about-"

"Daddy," Jane stopped driving, "I'm worried about you."

"Don't you worry," Lightning slowed to a stop the moment his daughter came to a halt, "Even without Chick, I'll still have competition."

"On the radio, Chick said newer cars are pushing the older racers out of their game."

"And he's right, but I'm younger than he is. You make it sound like I'm an old man and you and mom are about to put me in a nursing garage. Chick and I had a good run and I gave him competition, but now the cars that were newer in his time are becoming as well known in the sport as he was when I first started."

"I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, but you're not a new car anymore, dad."

Lightning's eyes widened and his front wheels slid inward.

"If he's retiring because he's not as fast, what are you gonna do?"

He didn't immediately have an answer for her.

"Hey, listen," Lightning lifted himself on his axles again, "I'm not going anywhere, Jane. I'm a Piston Cup legend now. It's going to take a very skilled rookie to push me out," he mumbled, "And an insane amount of luck."

"And what if one does?"

"Little star, I love when you ask me questions - especially about racing - but you have to understand."

"First Doc passes away and leaves me and then pretty soon you're gonna retire and you'll be done with racing and then I'm not gonna have anyone to-"

Lightning brought a tire to her cheek, "No one is going to push me out. No one pushed Chick out, right? He took himself out," he rolled forward and kissed her cheek, "You will always have someone here. You have no idea how proud the entire town is," he paused, "I'm so proud of you. Besides, I'm Lightning McQueen. I decide when I'm done."

"Chick might have took himself out of racing," Jane's stare drifted away, "But you're still one of the new cars that pushed him out."

"Look at me, little girl."

She brought her eyes right back to his.

"You know why I'm not leaving? Because I have an amazing girl watching me here. She's counting on me, and there isn't a single car on earth who can control a lightning strike. Mater will have to tow me away before I give that kind of responsibility up. Before I disappoint my biggest fan."

A smile emerged on Jane's bumper and she rolled forward. She nuzzled her hood underneath Lightning's chin. Her eyes shut as she took in the comforting scent of her father, then pressed herself against him more.

Lightning leaned down against her, but when Jane shut her eyes, his brave mask was removed. His eyes fell into concern as he thought about Chick's retirement. It only meant one thing and Jane was right.

McQueen was next.

Lightning blinked as his attention from his thoughts were taken away by Jane speaking again.

"I believe in you, dad," she opened her eyes and looked up at him with a smile.

Lightning inhaled deeply, and nuzzled Jane closer, "And I believe in you."

"Dad-," Jane groaned.

Lightning continued to nuzzle her.

"Dad! You're squishing me!"

"Oh!" he reversed away, "Sorry," he cleared his throat, "I wonder how he's going to break it to Murphy anyway. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him around."

"That's because he's been on a trip," Jane replied, "Chick let him go out alone to California."

"He seems a bit young to be driving so far away on his own."

"Oh, he ran out of gas and bumped into Mack on the way."

"That's good. I'm sure Mack helped him find some more gas. Wait, how'd you know that?"

Jane's voice sang a little, "Mack did more than thaaat."

"Liiike?" her father mimicked.

"Like…," Jane's voice sped up, "Bringing him back to Radiator Springs and not Couperville because he didn't know who he was."

"He's in Radiator Springs right now and didn't go home when he realized Mack took him to the wrong town?"

"U-Uh...well-"

"You're stuttering. Don't tell me you're hiding something from me."

"Didn't you stay in Radiator Springs when you thought you were going to California?"

Lightning went to answer, but his eyes widened, "I was-...okay, fine, you're right."

"He took a nap in one of mom's cones. She said it was okay because he was really tired."

"He's always welcome. So, do you feel a little better?"

Jane smiled, "I feel much better."

"Remember what I told you. I'm not going anywhere."

Jane pulled into the Cozy Cone lot and drove to Murphy's door.

"It was only for a few days, baby," said a female's voice behind the door.

Jane went to knock, but she stopped herself when she heard Murphy speaking to her. He was on speaker phone.

"It's already been a few days. I want to see you," the female continued.

"I know, Gianna..."

"Don't you want to see me? Don't you know I love you?"

"Of course I do."

"Then if you're home I'm stopping by...and don't you love me too?"

"Actually, how about I come see you tonight, huh?"

"Really? I can't wait! I'll go get myself polished up for you."

"You're cute just the way you are, babe."

Jane lowered on her axles and her rpms began to rise.

"No, I need it. I'll go into town and schedule an appointment."

"Which town?"

"Does it matter?" Gianna giggled, "I know a guy who does some incredible work. He'll shine me up reaaal good for you."

"Oh yeah?"

Gianna's voice lowered, "Mhm...I'm gonna make myself so irresistible."

Jane could feel her axles burning. They trembled as she pressed them into the asphalt underneath her.

Gianna sighed into the phone and Murphy's engine purred. His voice lowered as well, becoming more gravelly, "How could you possibly make yourself any more irresistible?"

"Mmm," she breathed, "You won't be able to take your tires off of me."

Jane's eyes narrowed and her bottom lip pursed out. Her rpms rose the more the cheerleader spoke.

And Gianna continued, "Like the first night you couldn't take your tires off of me."

Jane pulled her lips in and her eyes began to water. She threw herself into reverse and pulled away from the cone's door. She turned her wheels and drove to Flo's before anyone could find out that she was listening to their conversation.

She mocked Gianna's voice to herself, "I'm gonna make myself sooo irresistible," she pulled over into one of the station bays and rang the bell. She continued to talk to herself, "Please, Gianna. I can go to Ramone's and buy all the parts that make you so irresistible."

Within moments, one of the twin Miatas came driving out of the cafe and over to Jane. She wore a grand smile, "What can I get ya, Jane? Some coolant or-...are you crying?"

"No," Jane blinked the water out of her eyes, "I just yawned. Sorry, Mia."

"Nothing to be sorry for. And good! Because you don't want that pretty eyeliner to run down your windshield."

"I could go for some of that coolant you offer-...eyeliner?" Jane's eyes widened, "Eyeliner! Makeup! Mia! I'm gonna need your help. Tia too."

"Your makeup is fine," Mia giggled.

"But I'd really like it if you two did my makeup tonight."

"That's a mother-daughter thing," Mia bit the inside of one of her cheeks.

"My mom doesn't let me wear more than light makeup, but you two can make me look really cool."

"Hmm..," Mia thought about it, leaning to one side, "First thing's first, little star, we're not gonna make you look cool. You're gonna look hot."

She brought her upper teeth to her bottom lip and whistled for her sister. Tia came over from one of the customers, panting, "Yeah? What's up?"

"We have plans after work," said Mia, "Jane wants a makeover."

"But she just got a new paint job a few months ago!" Tia's eyes looked Jane up and down, "What else are we gonna change on her?"

"Y'know. Her makeup. The way she drives."

With an attitude, Jane asked, "What's wrong with the way I drive?"

"Um," Tia chuckled, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you kind of drive like-"

"-like a boy," Mia continued, "You drive like you're a dude."

Jane furrowed her eyelids, "I don't drive like a guy!"

"You're so into racing that your body is becoming very athletic," Mia replied, "That's not the problem though."

Tia continued her sentences too, "Yeah, like, it's fine for a girl to drive like that, but-"

"-but how you drive on the racetrack is not how you should drive on the asphalt."

Jane just stared at the two Miatas, "I still don't get how someone can drive like a-"

"You'll see," Mia turned and squinted to a clock hanging on the cafe wall, "Give us about an hour to finish our shift."

"Yeah! Just one more hour and we'll show you the works!"

"Cool! Thanks, girls!" Jane revved up her engine, and pulled forward.

"Wait!" Mia's eyes widened, "Don't you want your coolant!?"

Jane put herself in reverse and spoke to them as she drove backwards, "I'll see you later! Don't forget it!"

"Forget what?" asked a young man's voice behind her.

Jane's pupils constricted and she slammed on her brakes. She glanced in one of her sideview mirrors and Murphy was staring at her with a raised eyelid.

"D'I-uh..," she quickly turned around, "Just a-uh-a girl thing."

Murphy chuckled, "Was that English?"

"You're laughing, so you gotta be feeling better."

Murphy nodded, "Eh, I guess I'm alright. It's not like I can do anything about it."

"I never thought you'd get over it so quickly. Your hero retiring."

"Let's get something straight. I don't have any heroes on the racetrack. Only opponents. Really. As far as I'm concerned, another one bites the dust."

"I guess that makes sense."

"So as long as I'm gonna be here," Murphy looked back and forth down both ends of Radiator Springs, "What other places do you got here?"

"You saw the Cozy Cone, Flo's V8 cafe," Jane tapped her tire while she thought, "The wheel well, even though it was at night time and you didn't get to see the-...hey!"

"The what?"

"The view! You never got to see the view in front of where I live."

"Uh, sure, let's go," he moved over for her and Jane quickly pulled back onto the road, "It's just down route sixty-six and to the right."

"In Tailfin Pass," Murphy nodded, "I only remember because of our bus route with Miss Fritter."

"I can't believe you never looked over at the view!"

"Girl, I'm half asleep in the morning," Murphy said in defense, but then something caught his eye, "Look at the old place. Yeesh."

Murphy slowed to a stop and Jane followed.

"It looks creepy," Murphy tilted his body, "Older than the rest of the town."

"That's Lizzie's Curio Shop," Jane giggled, "Remember I told you about her?"

"Not really."

"Uggghhh. You don't remember anything I tell you."

Murphy followed Jane over to Lizzie's store and up the rickety wooden ramp. It creaked under their treads as the two young cars rolled inside. Murphy's eyes travelled up the walls. His upper lip curled the more he read each bumper sticker on the dusty shelves.

"Lizzie" Jane looked around for the elderly Model T, "You in here?"

"Does Lizzie ever take a rag and wipe these shelves down? Holy spark plugs."

"Shh," Jane glared at him, "Don't say that."

"It's good advice. Unlike you, maybe she'd take it."

Jane rolled her eyes as she continued to look for Lizzie, "I'll have you know that you haven't seen my racing since the last time we've practiced."

Murphy scoffed, "Aww, did you learn how to turn?" he rolled around the little shop as well. He didn't really know who to look for, but he figured she'd be the only other car in the shop, "About time."

"Says the self-proclaimed master of piston cup racing who can't turn on dirt. We'll see what have to say when we go back to school and the coach meets me."

"Oooo you finally put your name on the list," Murphy bobbed his hood, "Not bad. That's a turn in the right direction, considering you have no idea how to turn on a track."

"Uhh, who was the one who spun out and caused us both to get scratched?" Jane smirked to herself, "Because, again, I'm not the one who can't turn on dirt."

"Heeeey, lookie here. Look at this," Murphy reached for an antique book on one of the bookshelves.

"Don't change the subject."

"No, seriously, it's an entire book on-," his tire bumped the book too hard and it fell backwards off the shelf. The cars could hear the sound of it hitting something, then dropping to the floor.

Murphy cringed, "I definitely didn't do that on pur-"

"Stanley!" cried a crispy older woman's voice, "I thought I told you to pick this book up!"

Murphy jumped back, seeing something dark move on the other side of the bookshelf.

Jane turned around, "Lizzie, there you are! It's me! Jane!"

The Ford Model T pulled around the bookshelf with her shaking old wheels and her trembling axles. Her ball joints squeaked with every movement. She blinked a couple of times, staring Murphy right in the face.

"Jane Taylor," Lizzie squinted her eyes, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you haven't had a carwash in ages. Look how black you are. Go wash yourself!"

Murphy furrowed his eyelids and frowned angrily, "I am not a girl."

Lizzie's eyes widened, "Stanley?"

Jane nudged Murphy to the side.

"Ow! Hey!"

"Lizzie! I'm here! This is my friend Murphy."

"Oh dear, Jane Taylor!" Lizzie smiled wide, "You came just to see me."

"I did!" Jane gestured to Murphy, "Besides, he's never been to your store before so I thought he should meet you."

"He?" asked Lizzie, "You know it's not very good for a young girl to have too many male friends."

Jane laughed nervously, "I have a lot of female friends, Lizzie...ah-heh."

"Except for this one kid she's friends with named Austin who was built a girl and got into a terrible accident."

"Murphy," she looked at him, "This is Lizzie. She owns all of these antiques and they're all for sale, but she also has the biggest collection of souvenir bumper stickers in the country."

"I can even make some if you'd like," Lizzie continued, "They make really nice gifts."

"Sounds neat," Murphy took a look at the wall of bumper stickers again, "If you make them custom too, I could buy one for-"

"For your girlfriend? Oh that is so sweet!" Lizzie curled her front wheels and sighed, "How very nice! Here I thought Jane would never find a boy built like my Stanley."

"Actually...for my dad. He really likes stickers. He has them all over his body."

Slowly, a smile appeared on Jane's face when she heard that he was willing to get something for Chick.

"What would you like on it?" Lizzie asked.

"I'm not sure," Murphy continued looking up at the wall, "I don't really want anything with a picture."

"I can even do words only, if you'd like that."

"I don't know what it would say."

Jane leaned in, "How about what he said to the radio host? 'Former and forever piston cup champion'."

"Where would he put that many words on his body?"

"You could say that about anything. It's not like he has room for anything else."

"Wait, wait...I got it," Murphy looked at Lizzie, "I can convince him to put it on his side skirt."

"That's a great idea," Jane approved.

Lizzie smiled at them, "That is a very nice gesture," she lifted her wheel and pulled it toward her a few times, motioning for the kids to come over, as she turned to her work station, "Would you like to hear a story while I make it?"

"Lizzie's stories are always really good," Jane whispered.

"Uh, sure," said Murphy. He turned with the ladies, following them.

As Lizzie pulled up to her work bench, she brought out a blank bumper sticker base and alphabet stamps. She flattened out some wrinkles in the sticker base and began to tell her story.

"I remember you telling me that you had a school dance coming up, Jane."

"Yeah, homecoming," Murphy said, "Pretty much everyone is going."

"Yeah, what he said, but I'm not going," said Jane, "I can't waste any time that could be spent working on racing."

When Murphy heard Jane's reason for not attending, he changed his tone, "Psh, well, I'm only going because Gianna is making me go. Otherwise, I'd be practicing for the team too."

"Heh, you always do everything Gianna tells you to do?" Jane snapped, "You know, there are two words for that."

"It's a shame if anyone would give up a moment of dancing in their lives," Lizzie interrupted. She continued to tell her story, "Because if I were you, Jane, I would go to homecoming anyway."

"I'm not gonna miss every dance," Jane replied, "Just this one."

"Fair enough, but you should know that wonderful things can happen around music and dancing. That's how your parents fell in love. They cruised the night away right here in Radiator Springs. Up and down that very road," she pointed out her window, "And when I was younger, Stanley used to dance with me on that same road. We didn't have the luxury of louder music back then with just a small radio. In the 1920s, most of the country didn't have electricity, so we were fortunate enough to have that."

"So Radiator Springs didn't have any of those lights!" Jane leaned forward, "I can't even picture that!"

"Not-a-one!"

"What 'amazing' lights?" asked Murphy, "This place doesn't light up. You've never seen Los Angeles."

"You've never seen Radiator Springs at night," Jane insisted.

"When Stanley and I used to dance," Lizzie gestured to the ceiling, pretending it was the sky, "We danced under the moonlight. We would watch the sun set on our fenders, then watch each other's eyes light up with the moon, and our windshields glitter with the stars. An entire bunch of grand little stars, just like you, Jane."

"That sounds so dreamy," Jane's cheeks puffed against her smile.

"Have either of you heard of the 'charleston' dance?"

Jane and Murphy both shook their hoods 'no'.

"Reach on over to that there record player," Lizzie pointed to it, "Drop the needle down," she drove around the work station.

Jane turned to the record player and started the spinning disk. After a few moments, some static filled the air, then muffled trumpets. Lizzie began to tap her wheel, "Now run along back here. You don't want to miss this."

Jane came right back, settling next to Murphy again.

Lizzie tapped her wheel until the music came up to the next measure. All of a sudden, instead of rolling forward on her thin tires, Lizzie stepped her tires forward, then together, then back, then together, then slowly sped the dance up when a ghostly piano came into play.

She sung along to the aged recording, "Charleston," step, "Charleston," step, "Maaade in Carolina," step, "Some dance," step, "Some prance," step, "I'll saaay, there's nothing finer."

Murphy's eyes froze open, staring at the giddy old woman in front of him. She was out of her mind.

Jane giggled, "I wanna try!"

She stepped forward, opposite Lizzie, who stepped backward, then they both took turns stepping together, clicking their tires to the music.

"If you sing, you dance even better!" Lizzie insisted.

"Charleston! Charleston!" Jane sang, turning her wheels forward and back while she stepped to add style to each move, "Made in Carolina!"

"All you need is a feathered roof band, my dear!" Lizzie praised, "Look at you!"

Jane's dancing melted Murphy's frozen eyes and he shifted his stare over to her. He watched with a stern face, but couldn't help himself when he saw her sliding tires. A smiled creeped up on his front bumper.

She continued to dance as Lizzie drove back to the work station. She carefully added each letter to the words Murphy wanted on the sticker for Chick.

"Murphy," she said, "Why don't you go on and try that dance too?"

Murphy shook himself out of it and his smile disappeared, "Uh, I don't dance."

"Suit yourself, young man," Lizzie stamped the last few letters on the sticker, then moved her tools away, "All finished."

Jane's mirrors perked up when she heard Lizzie was done, then rolled back over to the table. The design was very simple: a clear sticker with bright white text.

"Former and forever Piston Cup champion," Murphy read aloud, "That's...he'll love this. You have no idea how much."

"It was my pleasure," Lizzie said, "Take it. It's yours for free."

"Free? Really?" Murphy smiled even wider, "I don't know what to say…"

Jane whispered to him, "Say 'thank you'."

"Oh…," Murphy nodded his hood to Lizzie, "Thank you, Lizzie."

"Now go on and make your father smile," she replied, shooing the two kids away with her tire, "I have a charleston to dance to!"

"I'm gonna go put this away in my trunk and then I'll make sure I have everything before I leave."

"For California?" asked Jane.

"For home," Murphy gave her a half smile, then headed out of the curio shop.

"Would you look at that," Lizzie said, "There ain't much daylight left out there. Almost time for those pretty ol' lights we got."

"Wh-..what!?" Jane's eyes shot to the window and she gasped, "Oh no! I have to find Mia and Tia!"

"Who?"

"Bye, Lizzie! Thanks again!"

Jane scurried out of the curio shop and headed for Flo's.

"Mia! Tia!" she yelled out.

"In heeeere," one of them replied. She couldn't tell which, but then again they did sound exactly the same. Jane drove inside of the cafe, where customers weren't allowed entry, and Mia and Tia idled right there waiting for her. On one of the counters, there were makeup brushes which were dusted with used makeup already, sticks of black eyeliner, and a tube of thick lipgloss.

"Welcome to the beauty salon," Tia said, grinning, "Which I'm totally opening once I save up enough money."

"No, Tia, I'm opening a beauty salon," Mia growled.

"NO, I AM."

"Girls! Please! The sun is gonna set!"

"This is the time girls your age should be taking off your makeup," said Mia, "But I can hear your rpms from here. Must be a boy."

"Who's the guy?" asked Tia, with a smirk.

"It's not a guy," Jane rolled her eyes, "It's for me. I just want to see what I look like."

"We weren't built yesterday," Mia picked up the eyeliner.

Jane bit the inside of her cheek and Tia pulled around her side, "You can tell us," she promised, "Who do you think we're gonna run and tell?"

"The only thing I'm doing with any guy tonight is driving one home," Jane insisted, "And that's only because I have to or he'll crash in the dark."

"So we were right," Mia chuckled, opening the eyeliner, "Hold still and shut your eyes."

Murphy was back in his cone with the garage door shut. His trunk was open, running down a list of everything he brought with him in his mind. Once he felt he had everything, he shut his trunk and took in a deep breath. Was he really ready to go back home and face Chick again? He shut his eyes and began to hum. His humming then turned into a soft melody of singing.

"Some dance, some prance, I'll say…," he shook his hood, hoping the song would get out from under his roof, but it was no use, "There's nothing fiiiner," he looked down at his tires, then turned them in and out, and in and out, and in and out, "Hm…," then he began stepping, "One and two and one and two.."

He continued tapping and turning his tires, back and forth, and his body bounced up and down with each motion. His teeth couldn't help but show when he kept going. It was just impossible to be feel anything but happy.

"Made in Caroliiina," he continued to practice until he got the hang of it. He chuckled to himself, then stopped. It was enough dancing for one night. He took one last look at the inside of the cone, and stepped on the garage door switch.

As the garage door rattled up the tracks, he squinted into the approaching evening. No headlights to turn on and the streetlights still weren't enough, but there was a soft sound coming from the air, and it wasn't from the other passing vehicles. He pulled forward, closing the garage door behind him.

As he drove out of the lot, he looked for Jane to say goodbye.

"Hey, headlight girl," he listened closer to the sound, "Jane..?"

It became clearer. He heard familiar pianos and muffled trumpets. The same exact song Lizzie was playing: The Charleston.

Figuring Lizzie may have left the music on by accident, Murphy decided to go pull the needle off the record himself. If she didn't notice the music there, she wouldn't notice it gone.

He drove down the street toward Lizzie's curio shop, "Lizzie?"

In that moment, neon lights flashed on building by building in their own colors and patterns. Down the street, the courthouse lights emerged from the bottom up, finishing with the statue of the town's founder, Stanley.

Murphy jumped, watching the lights pour on towards him. Each smaller shop lit up in an array of bright colors. The larger shops like Luigi's Casa Della Tires and Ramone's House of Body Art gradually lit themselves in strings of lights and letter by letter. Flo's Cafe blinked on in another rainbow of neon, lighting up the front of the Cozy Cone, which retaliated in its lights cone by cone with an orange hue, until the rest of the town lit up behind him.

Murphy stood in the middle of the street in awe, staring up at the lights in front of him as cars passed him on his left and right. Not a single high beam hit his eyes the way these buildings - these works of art frozen in history - did.

And it was all a nightly routine. The sun went down and the town lit up to music that celebrated its beginnings.

But there was something enchanting about never seeing it before.

As the townsfolk continued their evening's work, Lizzie's shop wasn't very busy, so she turned up her music to a higher volume. She rolled onto the porch outside of her shop and settled down, watching the passing new vehicles, and appreciating how much busier it's been since Lightning McQueen came to town. An entire decade may have passed, but it was still recent in comparison to how long they haven't had customers.

Though Murphy was practically hypnotized in the hustle and bustle of Radiator Springs, a voice made his mirrors perk up.

"So, you ready to leave?"

"Oh, there you are, Jane," Murphy turned to face the gentle voice, "Yeah, I was looking for-...for..," his eyes looked her front end up and down. His eyelids lifted in surprise as he took in every detail. Her usual modest line of eyeliner was now a thick winged design which made her eyes look low and seductive. Her round lips seemed even more plump and glassy with a kiss of gloss on them. He stared at her lips, which smiled, and her entire look was silhouetted behind the glare of her own headlights.

She turned her wheels, showing off a layer of tire shine which Mia and Tia smoothed on as opposed to their natural matte finish which became dried from all of her racing practice.

She cleared a knot in her throat with a gentle cough, "You were sayin' somethin'?"

Lizzie's eyes caught the two cars in the street while she kept watch over the town.

The tone of Murphy's voice lowered, "Just that I was headed toward Couperville again and I'm ready for you to drive me," he blinked a couple of times, as if he were trying to make sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing, "You-uh-...you do something different? Because you look so-...," his words trailed off, the more he kept his eyes on her.

Jane's wheels rolled her just a little closer to him. Her hood nodded slowly and subtly, "...so?"

"So different."

"Hmm…," Jane rolled past him, but she didn't just zip around him like she usually did. She moved much calmer, taking her time and allowing him to watch her, like Mia and Tia suggested.

Murphy's eyes were completely locked onto her so much so he couldn't help but turn his wheels and keep watching her drive. Jane drove ahead of him just far enough for him to catch a glimpse of her rear end, then she touched her brakes. Murphy snapped out of it with the glow of her taillights, which reflected on his front end.

Meanwhile, just as Sally was making sure all of the lights were turned on at the Cozy Cone and making sure she shut the window blinds, she noticed Jane and Murphy. She moved to a corner of the lobby and watched them.

"I do this every night," Jane lied, "When the sun goes down and the lights turn on. It's what we do here."

It was much easier for her to lie when the car she was lying to wasn't looking right at her face.

"I never thought you'd be the type of girl to dress so-..," Murphy began to ramble, "Not that I didn't think you could-...what I'm trying to say is-...you know, you like racing and it takes a toll on your body, so I didn't think you'd ever be into-..."

Jane's lips scrunched up with a small snicker, then sighed, "The music sure is perfect tonight. Lizzie always plays the best songs."

"Charleston," Murphy said, "And you were really good at doing the dance."

"You remembered," Jane finally turned to look at him again, "And here I thought you never remember anything I tell you."

There was a silence between the two racers, but they kept their eyes on each other. After a few seconds, Jane could feel her hood heating up again, but her little makeover made her just confident enough not to blush.

"Hey-uh…," Murphy said, breaking the silence. He gestured to the only traffic light in the entire town, "The traffic is starting to slow down."

"Yeah," Jane's voice cracked a bit, "Everyone's goin' home," Jane's confident stride began to fade and her axles felt weak again, "I wouldn't want ya to get home too late."

Murphy checked the traffic light above them in the intersection again. Instead of red, amber, and green, the light was now blinking amber because of the evening traffic. There was no need for stopping if any car didn't have to at this hour.

"Actually, before I go," Murphy drove closer to her, "Since you're so good at it, I was thinking maybe you could show me how to do the charleston. While there aren't any cars coming."

When Murphy came closer, Jane pulled her lips in, holding her breath, then exhaled calmly, "Don't worry," she stopped just a breath away, "Every third blink is slower."

Sally's eyes widened inside of the lobby. She brought a wheel over her mouth.

Lizzie leaned to one side and spoke to the air, "Stanley…," she looked up at the starry sky, "Do you remember our first charleston?"

Jane stepped her tires forward and Murphy stepped his backward, then both of them stepped together, then vice versa, and together again.

"You're gettin' the hang of it now," said Jane, grinning wildly, "Now turn your tires in and out to make it look twisty."

"Like this?" Murphy tried it, just like he practiced in the cozy cone.

"Keep goin'," Jane also turned her tires in and out with each step.

Murphy kept dancing with her as the song went on. He spoke in between steps, "Can't believe you let Austin kiss you."

"I didn't," Jane said, also speaking in between steps, "You saw that he ran off the stage. His lips never touched mine."

"You and I both know you practiced kissing during rehearsal. Admit it. You made out with him a trillion times. Or, heh, at least twice."

Jane shook her hood in the dance, "Nope, just my tire, and trust me I was just as shocked as everyone else."

"Hm," Murphy scoffed, "It won't be long then because anyone can see that kid has the hots for you."

"Wrong again," Jane giggled, "I know who he likes and it's not me."

The two cars rotated, switching sides in their dance.

"Besides, I..." Jane continued, "I've never kissed a guy before."

Murphy raised a lid with a smile, as if he didn't believe her again.

"I'm serious!" she said.

"Heh," Murphy shook his hood then, lowering his voice, "She never raced…," and then his eyelids relaxed, "And she's never kissed a guy."

"Nn-...," Jane watched his eyelids fall and her eyelids couldn't help but mimic them, "Nope…"

The music began to fade and Murphy went to drive even closer.

"What the HELL is going on?" said an angered female voice.

Murphy and Jane's eyes shot back and they gasped, reversing away from each other. They turned to the voice.

"Gianna!" Murphy pulled closer to her now, "What are you doing here, Gigi?" he swallowed heavily, "I missed you so much."

"I came to get polished by Ramone for our date tonight. What's this stupid dance you're doing?" Gianna shoved him back with a tire, "And is THIS California?"

Murphy almost backed into Jane when Gianna pushed him. He stopped just in time.

"I said I'd see you tonight," Murphy furrowed his eyelids, "Did you think I'd still be in California about an hour and a half ago if I was going to see you tonight?"

"As if you'd only spend a couple of days there," she grabbed him by the chin, "LOOK at me," Gianna snarled, "Were you ever in California or not?"

"YES," Murphy raised his voice, "I WAS IN CALIFORNIA," Murphy moved his face away, "GET YOUR TREADS OFF ME, GIRL."

Sally pulled outside of her lobby, watching the entire scene. Lizzie, however, fell asleep. She was snoring quietly on her porch.

"LIAR," Gianna screamed.

A few more townsfolk came outside when they heard all of the ruckus; including Ramone, Flo, and Red the firetruck.

"And YOU," Gianna swerved around Murphy and got in Jane's face, "What the hell were you doing near MY man?"

Jane lowered her hood and put a tire up, meaning no harm, "G-Gianna, I wasn't- I...I didn't-"

"Gigi, seriously," Murphy grabbed Gianna's back tire, "Get out of her face."

"Oh, really? As if I can't see the way you look at him in Miss Relay's class or when we're driving to school with Miss Fritter! And putting your DIRTY TIRES on HIS during the holiday concert!?"

"It's nothing like that!" Jane covered her own face with a wheel, just in case.

"PUT your tire down," Gianna threatened, "If you go near him then you obviously want to come near me, so what's up?" she lifted her tire and knocked Jane's wheel away from her cheek, "WHAT, JANE?"

Murphy yanked Gianna by her rear tire, "STOP IT," he pulled in between the two ladies, but looked at Gianna, "That's enough. We didn't do anything. I just stopped by here to grab some food after the drive and one of the townies started playing music."

"You're such a damn liar. You are SUCH a liar."

"I am NOT LYING."

"You never tell me you love me when I say it to you. Now I know why. But if you didn't do anything with her-," she screamed her next words, "-THEN TELL ME YOU LOVE ME."

Murphy flinched at the sudden change in volume, then narrowed his eyes. He hesitated, "I-," he grit his teeth and spoke through them, "-love you."

"I can't hear you."

"I said I LOVE YOU."

Jane bit her bottom lip, trying to hold her mouth from frowning in front of them.

"You don't love me," Gianna said.

"I DO LOVE YOU," Murphy pulled around Gianna, "And if YOU can't see that, then-"

"Are you driving away from me?" Gianna's teeth looked like they were about to pop out of her gums.

"I'm driving back home, like I SAID I would."

"FINE," Gianna stomped a front wheel, "THEN IT'S OVER. I HATE YOU."

Murphy shut his eyes tightly and slammed on his gas pedal. He knew she couldn't catch up to him even if she tried and he took off down the road.

"FIVE MONTHS," Gianna's voice echoed in the valley against the rocky monuments, "I HATE YOU."

Jane forced every bolt in her body not to take off after him down Route 66. She knew she could catch up to him in seconds.

Gianna looked at Jane in her mirrors, "You better watch yourself in school, slut."

Jane flinched backward at the insult. She's never been called one of those before.

Gianna revved up and sped away from the town. Jane sunk down on her suspension, letting the blinking amber traffic light taunt her above.

Murphy pulled over at the gate in front of his house and went to hit it open, but the latch caught his eyes, which he could see in his own reflection. It wasn't rusted or falling apart anymore. It was polished and shining.

He squinted, "Fixed...?" he reached his tire over and pulled the latch up. The gate swung open quietly, like a ghost of itself.

With a deep breath, Murphy drove forward and the gate closed behind him. He looked up at the windows as he pulled up to the front door. No light shined through, even though they should have been on at that hour.

He pressed his tire on the door and shut his eyes. He exhaled a whisper against the wood, "Okay."

He pulled his wheel back and knocked, then stood very still. His eyes were worried, but he kept his lips straight, like a soldier going into war for the very first time.

There was a familiar creaking of a car rolling toward the door. Murphy swallowed the last of his saliva roughly.

The door opened much slower than usual, but it didn't open all of the way. Usually, his father was never afraid to open the door; especially if it meant someone would take his photo or ask for his autograph.

A green nose with a dark black grille appeared in the crack of the door, "No more pictures," he grumbled, "Go away."

He went to shut the door again, but Murphy quickly put his tire in the doorway. The door gently touched his treads, stopping it.

"HEY," Chick growled, "Don't you understand what 'retired' means?"

He yanked the door open, much more consistent with his usual behavior, "I OUGHT TO-," Chick's eyes fell into a calm, "Champ?"

"Hi, Crew Chief," said Murphy.

The whites of Chick's eyes turned a light pink and tears swelled at the bottom of his windshield.

"Come in," he moved aside, "Tell me you're coming in."

Murphy kept his eyes on Chick's as he drove right inside.

Chick shut the door, "Son, I have a lot to explain, but Chrysler, are you okay?" he sniffled, blinking away the tears so Murphy wouldn't draw attention to them, "Are you hungry? Tired? Where have you been?"

"Unlike you, I have nothing to explain," Murphy turned to him, "But if you're talking about your radio interview, I heard everything. And I'm fine."

"I didn't get my hopes up, though I was hoping you did. Even still, that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

"I'm listening."

"I'm not good at this stuff," Chick scuffed his wheel against the flooring, "This 'talking' stuff, so don't cut me off."

"There's nothing you can say that'll make me forget what you did. At least, not now," Murphy's voice started to raise, "For every mile on my bolts, you-," he caught himself and lowered his voice again, "-you lied to me. How does anyone forgive that?"

"Time," Chick rolled closer, "I understand, alright? I lied because I wanted to see you become what I couldn't. It's not just you, Junior. The entire world won't ever let me forget what I did."

"The entire world, huh? See? You're doing it again, dad. For once, will you stop worrying about your image? This is about me and you. Your lies didn't make me any faster than I would've become anyway."

"That's right, you were born a champion. The speed might be in your oil lines because of me, but the talent is yours, Murphy, and I never told you that enough."

"You're damn right the talent is mine."

"If you knew the type of racer I was, you would have never called me 'Crew Chief' when you were younger. You would have never looked up to me."

"Again. Always about you. It always about you."

"No, Junior, I did it for you. Not for me. Not for my game or my image. I didn't do it to make sure you failed your racing history class. I did it all for you."

Murphy looked away from Chick. His eyes couldn't help but sneak over to the storage closet, where Chick always told him the Piston Cups were.

"I did it because I love you, Champ."

Murphy didn't look back at him. He just kept staring at the closed closet doors.

"I get it," Chick inhaled deeply, "You don't have to love me too. That doesn't make me love you any less, kid."

Suddenly, Murphy's trunk popped open and the long decal he made at Lizzie's fell out.

Chick raised a lid, "What's that?"

Murphy shut his trunk and reversed to get the sticker. He cupped his wheel around it and then brought it over to Chick, "It's for you."

Chick took it from him, then spread it out on the floor to see what it said.

He read, "Former and forever piston-," he stopped speaking, reading the rest, then looked up at his son, "Champion."

"I was thinking about it and you did teach me something," Murphy said, "When you do something, you can't change the fact that it was done."

"Junior, I know..," Chick lowered on his suspension, "I can't change what I did. I know."

"And I can't change that you did win a Piston Cup," Murphy looked up at his father, "Whether you deserved it or not."

"Thank you, Champ," Chick smiled, "I'm going to put this on first thing in the morning. I'll wear it everyday," just then, he blinked his soft eyes away and they turned stern, "Now I'm going to teach you something else about racing."

Murphy's mirrors perked up at the word, "Really? What?"

"Those cigarettes that you took out of that old carton in your room and probably smoked by now," Chick's smile fell as he picked up the sticker, "They're going to clog your air filter and affect your performance," he turned to go to his bedroom, "Call it lesson number two. I'm really glad you're home," he drove away to go to bed and called back to Murphy, "Goodnight."

"Y-Yeah..," Murphy's face grimaced. He was busted, "Okay...goodnight, dad."

As Murphy drove away to his room, he sighed, and opened up the door. Everything was cleaned up and exactly as he left it, minus the empty carton of cigarettes. He shut the door behind him and his eyes relaxed at the sight of his own bed.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Hm?" Murphy looked around.

Tap, tap.

His eyes caught the window and he rolled over, where the sound was coming from. He pulled open his blinds and then groaned. Gianna was idling outside of his window with a large frown and beady eyes. Murphy backed away from the window, then turned to leave his room. Gianna could see this, and she drove around the house, ducking underneath Chick's bedroom window, then pulled around to the front door, which Murphy opened for her.

He let her inside and brought a wheel to his lips, telling her to be quiet. Gianna nodded and carefully drove toward Murphy's room, being extra careful with the squeaks of her wheels as she passed his father's door. As she made it into Murphy's room, Murphy shut the door behind them again.

"Whatever you left here, get it out," Murphy said, in a low voice.

"I'm not here to take my things," said Gianna, she turned to him, "I don't even care if you were in California or not. I just want to know why you were with her."

"I told you why I was in Radiator Springs, dammit," he narrowed his eyes, "I'm not sayin' it again," he drove to his desk and opened his trunk. He managed to get the Hudson Hornet's Piston Cup out unharmed and placed it right on his desk.

"The Hudson Hornet's Piston Cup," Gianna's eyes widened, "Wow...you really were in California. How did you manage to get that?"

"A racer gave it to me," Murphy lied.

"Then would you just tell me why you were dancing with her?"

"Gigi, seriously," Murphy closed his eyes, "You're exhausting me."

"Tell me."

"She was teaching me a dance that some rusty old lady told us about. That's it. I wasn't dancing with her."

"Do you like her?" Gianna locked her eyes on his taillights.

Murphy's eyes shot open and he stared at his reflection in the Piston Cup.

Gianna's voice tightened, "M-Murphy.."

"I love you," Murphy held his eyes on himself, "At least, I did."

"No."

Murphy turned to Gianna, "And you did too, or else you wouldn't have said what you said."

Gianna bought a wheel up to his cheek, "Please don't say that."

"You said it was over. You said it yourself."

"I was mad."

"Well, now I'm mad. You embarrassed me in front of that entire town."

"I'm sorry," Gianna's eyelids furrowed sadly, "I really am, baby. I want to be with you, okay? I want to go to homecoming with you and everything. Well, besides prom because I'm a senior."

"I'm a senior," Murphy moved such that his face was lifted off of her wheel.

"You were held back because of that class you failed, so you're technically a junior, and they're not gonna let you into prom. It's bad enough that I have to deal with that."

Murphy narrowed his eyes, "Oh, well I'm sorry that I put you through all of that, princess."

"Don't you know how much I worry?"

"Gianna, stop."

"You'll be in her graduating class," she shrugged her axles, "What do you expect?"

"I expect my girlfriend to trust me. I expect my girlfriend to stop breathing down my tailpipe every time I move a mile."

"I'm going to college after all of this."

"And? It sounds like I'm the one who should be worrying about you."

"Instead of this cheerleading gig, I'll be a real college cheerleader."

"What's the difference? Do you eat one less shred of lettuce?"

"I knew you thought I was fat…"

"If that's what you got from that, you're delusional."

"So you still think I'm cute?"

Murphy shrugged, "You're cute, but," he sighed, "But you're a lot of work."

"That's because I'm worth it," Gianna's voice lowered, "And you know I am," she rolled in closer, slowly, "My point is that I want to make sure that I spend whatever time I have left with you in the best ways. I don't want to have to worry about some random girl you know. I want to know I can trust you when I'm in a dorm halfway across the country in college. That's the only way our relationship is going to work long distance," she kissed his cheek, "And before you say it...just because I'm a cheerleader and everyone looks at me doesn't mean you have to worry."

"That's exactly why I have to worry."

"Then I'm telling you right now that you don't have to worry. So tell me that I don't have to worry either."

Murphy went to speak, but Gianna cut him off, "No...no, I want to hear you tell me that I don't have to worry about her."

"There's nothing to worry about," Murphy sighed, "There's nothing between Jane and I."

"And…"

"And…there will never be anything between Jane and I."

"Good," Gianna watched his eyes for a moment, before moving in closer, and pressing her lips against his. Murphy looked down at her lips before she got too close, then up at her eyes, which were closing. In just an instant, her lips caught just enough shine to remind him of the gloss Jane was wearing. Her closing eyes took on Jane's winged eyeliner look of the evening and Murphy could swear he saw her flash before his eyes.

"What's wrong, baby?" Gianna cooed. She brought a wheel to his chin again, despite her eyes being shut, and gently caressed him, "Kiss me."

Murphy blinked, pushing Jane's image away, but just as Gianna's lips touched Murphy's again, his eyes glanced over to the Piston Cup on his desk, then they closed. The teenagers moved closer as their lips opened again, then pressed against each other even more. Each time their lips opened, the moisture made small noises in the silence.

Murphy could feel her lips were still a little cold from the outside air, while those same chills entrapped Gianna from the warmth of Murphy's lips pulling at her. The more Gianna's lips warmed up, the more they plumped back to their original, kissable, shape.

Gianna's lips parted again, but this time, Murphy gently slid his tongue against her bottom lip. She tiled her body, Murphy's the opposite way, and she let her tongue meet his. As they entwined, Gianna's breathing became heavier. Murphy's body responded, pressing deeper into the kiss. He raised on his axles, making his body seem to feel larger to attract her more, even if her eyes were closed. It made Gianna lean back and roll toward his bed in reverse.

She separated her lips from his only to speak, "That was the best kiss you've ever given me," her voice was low and seductive, "But now I want to spend the night with you again...one more time before vacation is over."

Murphy replied with a gentle nod, and he nuzzled his nose underneath her front end. He pushed her rear bumper against his mattress, then Gianna climbed her rear wheels up. She pulled herself onto the bed, then helped Murphy up. He reached over to his lamp and switched it off, then kicked his blanket away.

Gianna brought both of her tires to one of his fenders and gently massaged him, "You'll never find another girl like me out there."

Murphy's eyelids fell. His breathing began to match the rhythm of her massage, "Mmmhm..," he turned to her and moved her wheels away. He brought his lips to her fender and kissed it over and over again, then moved his lips down to her doors. He kissed all the way down to her quarter panel and opened his lips to give her a gentle nip with his teeth.

Gianna hugged one of his pillows in her front axles and buried her mouth into it. Murphy pulled around to her rear, just as both of their eyes became used to the darkness of the room. Gianna gazed at him in one of her mirrors.

Just before he continued anything else, he peeked at her eyes again, which in the darkness and reflection, still looked exactly like Jane's.

She smiled, "What are you waiting for, baby?"

"Nothing," he took one more glance at the Piston Cup on his desk, "I'm waiting for nothing."

End Note: If you don't know and want to know what that 1920's dance they were doing actually looks like, go on YouTube and search for Smoking Time Jazz Club Charleston. Click the first video and skip to 2:42. After, you should definitely look up a how-to video because I ended up learning it and it was incredibly fun. xD Good luck!