** a heads up: I'm just going by what I type in the translation box and hope it is correct. (forgive me if I didn't and definitely inform me if I got it wrong).

Chapter 2
Carlos & Diane

The red and black 2010 Toyota Yaris barged inside first before Wingo could greet either of them, pointing her tire backwards at her husband. She was a beauty but clearly plastered, and she dragged a box of Froot Loops in front of her. "Wingo; tell him to go buy some more! He ate up all of the Froot Loops!"

Wingo was looking at her, dismay prevalent all over his face. She and her hubby Carlos, argued about the weirdest shit. The weirdest stuff.

"What?"

"Youh' see this? LOOK ATHH' THIS SHIT." She went over to the kitchen area—without permission, tore a paper towel off of the roller hanging over the sink and placed it on the counter. Almost gingerly, she dumped the contents of the cereal box into the napkin. Three ringlets tumbled out. Two blue and one yellow. Wingo really didn't mind her or her husband just entering like this, as he had long grown used to it. "One, two….THREE!" she counted each one. "Three damn Froot Loops in this box! Why didn't he just finish these three off?!"

The Silvia hesitated. "Um…"

"I had a taste for Froot Loops and he ate all of it! Except for these three!"

Hearing the commotion, Gwen struggled in her corner of the room to free herself. The sudden visitor had yet to see her there. She watched her lover turn to face the door just as a blitzed gooseberry green 2011 Mastretta MXT strolled in, so wasted one of his half-opened eyes was opened more than the other. When sober both eyelids were leveled off, but when wasted one was a bit wider than the other. The whites of them were taking on a pinkish-red tone, an indicator that he was especially torn up from excess drinking. Right away he addressed Wingo in his native Spanish.

"Estoy harto de su quejándose de ese maldito cereal Ese."
-I'm so sick of her complaining about that damn cereal Ese.

Of course, Wingo hadn't slightest clue what he was saying as he spoke no Spanish. Nor did this Mexican-born Matretta speak English. He could understand most of it. He just couldn't speak it. His wife, the Yaris spoke no Spanish, and she could not understand it, either. She got some words here and there, but not enough to communicate with him. She was lucky that some at the Shack were bilingual, and there was always Ramone. Stranger still was that these two were a couple, married now for nearly fifteen years. Fifteen years, and they couldn't understand each other after all these years. Neither Wingo, nor any of the other residents of Radiator Springs got this, how they even hooked up, let alone tied the knot with language barriers being so glaring. They were sure these two drew stares from their previous residence in Milwaukee. But there was somebody for everybody. And really, they made a nice-looking couple. A nice-looking couple who went off the rails when they drank, which was a lot. Carlos began cursing at her.

"Todo lo que tienes que hacer es perra acerca de todo lo que se come; es comida! Se supone que al conseguir comido usted tonto perra!". -All you do is bitch about everything that gets eaten; it's food! It's supposed to get eaten you dumb bitch!

"I know you did this on purpose Carlos; you're always doing this kind of shit to get under my gears. Three pieces of cereal in here? Why didn't you just finish this shit off?!" Diane hollered at him. Carlos took on a more severe look as he watched near the doorway. "Salí de tres piezas, ¿no? ¿Por qué no comer esas tres piezas y cierre la mierda arriba JODER!" -I left you three pieces, didn't I? Why don't you eat those three pieces and shut the FUCK UP!

"He always does this to me Wingo; I'm so sick of him doing this to me. I wanted some cereal and you ate all of it but these three pieces in the box! I HATE YEW-wwwww!" Diane began to break down and rushed to the back of Wingo's studio where Gwen was. Wingo saw she was losing it and pursued her. "C'mon Diane it's not that serious! Carlos, man. Go get some more cereal man. That is kinda foul, to leave three pieces in the box like that. I'd kinda be pissed too." he chastised Carlos. "No sabía que había tres piezas que quedan. Pensé que lo tengo todo cuando comí. Y no quería dejar la casilla vacía en el mostrador para ella encontrar; me olvidé de tirar a la basura" -I didn't know there were three pieces left. I thought I got it all when I ate it. And I didn't mean to leave the empty box on the counter for her to find it; I forgot to throw it away.

Gwen had just freed her stuck back tire and was sliding cautiously downwards while her front ones gripped the sides. It was a troublesome endeavor since she couldn't drive backwards. Well she could had she not gotten stuck in the first place, but she was hanging off the side. Stuck like this, she had no choice but to slide down cemented on the side of it. She inched a little downwards, and then stop, gather herself, then slide down a bit more. A sudden shadow swept in over her. She startled with a shriek as the form of Diane suddenly climbed over her, momentarily surprising her. The Yaris was a complete wreck, sobbing and venting. Then she noticed Gwen. "Hey. How are you? I'm Diane Wingo's neighbor." she introduced politely through her tears. "Um, hi. Gwen." she returned the greeting. Temporarily forgetting her spat with her man, Diane engaged her in a brief exchange of pleasantries. She had done a complete 360 with her emotions in that moment. "You a friend of Wingo's?"

"Yeah, um actually he and I are dating." the mini cooper smiled politely up at her.

"He's a great guy. Couldn't have a better friend than him, ser'ously. Oh, and your pan cap is off." she shot a motioning look near Gwen's back.

Gwen recoiled in horror. "Oh, crap!" she whispered and discreetly mashed herself against the metal railing in an effort to untwist the band that held it back into position. How embarrassing. "Hey!" Diane shouted at Wingo. "You gotta girl in your pad with her cap off in full view of guests! Why are you exposing this girl like this for all to see; what's the matter with you dude?! What the fuck Wingo, at least snap it back on her before you get the door, man, Sheesh!" Wingo almost forgot about that and was quick to try to correct it. "Shit; Gwen; I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." he pleaded and raced to help her secure it. "It's okay." she said. "Let go of the rail first; I gotchu'." he whispered to her. She was trying but her signature clumsiness prevented him from trying to slip it back on. He had no choice but to snap it back into place with his mouth...when neither Carlos nor Diane were looking. They were too busy going at each others' throats for a second, giving him his shot to do it in that second. This was so brazen, what he did. Not like he had a choice at the moment. She sheepishly giggled at him as he grinned at her behind their backs.

He also managed to do it before Diane refocused on him in the midst of chewing out Carlos. "I get you were having a private moment and all but at least be a fucking gentleman next time and pop it back on. If you're not gonna rev her at least have the decency to snap it back on. What kind of dude are you?!" Diane protested. Then she heard Carlos coming in her direction again, arguing some more. Immediately Diane transformed into her distraught mode, picking up where she left off before noticing Gwen's presence. "No; don't you say nothing to me; leave me alone! I fucking hate you Carlos. YOU ALWAYS DO THIS SHIT TO ME, YOU BASTARD…(*Soo-ooooobb*)!" and she raced to get away from him by starting up the mat ramp, accidentally knocking over several books and pictures as she did. Wingo was trying to stop her. "What the hell….? Diane! Wait! No!". Carlos was at the bottom yelling at her as she made it clumsily to the top, and reached for the skylight window. Gwen watched on thoroughly confused by the bizarre greeting she just had with the new neighbor. She was still trying to discern how in the hell she went from having an intimate feel-good session with her beau to facing down two complete strangers arguing in the middle of his pad.

"Mire usted maldito desgarrando su mierda! Estás loca mujer! Rompes todas sus cosas y arreglar para salir de la ventana ahora? A lo largo de cereales? Espero que tu culo borracho cae fuera de la ventana!" -Look at you fucking tearing up his shit! You crazy female! You're breaking all of his stuff and fixing to climb out of a window now? Over some cereal? I hope your drunk ass falls out the window!

As she rambled on about her man not caring about her feelings, Wingo was pleading with her to stop while Gwen looked on in sheer fascination. Her boyfriend sure had some interesting neighbors. "Carlos! Stop her!" Wingo demanded. He was trying, hurling insults at her as he did with neither understanding what was being said. But still he tried to coax her to come down.

x

Diane made her way to the rooftop, much to Wingo's and Gwen's surprise. The move took even Carlos back and he was now genuinely concerned for her safety. "Shit' she's on the roof dog." Wingo peered out, still amazed she made it. He saw Carlos below. He had gone outside and was now attempting to talk his wife into coming down. He looked worried. "Get away from me; you always do this to me, Carlos. I'm SICK OF THIS SHIT!" Diane could be heard sobbing. "I'm so sorry about this." Wingo pitifully told Gwen as he raced outside, and she followed him out. A small crowd was gathering, watching Diane on the roof of the Shack, hurling obscenities down at her husband. He was begging for her to come down. "Diane que estoy hablando en serio esto no es gracioso nunca más; no quiero que se lastimen! Bebé por favor venir abajo antes de caer! Perderás tu saldo!" -Diane I'm serious this isn't funny anymore; I don't want you to get hurt! Baby please come down before you fall! You'll lose your balance!. By now some of Sheriff's officers pulled up to access the scene. Right away they knew the deal and prepped for it. They had responded to this couple so much that they didn't even have their guard up when answering the call. It was a surprise that these two never got evicted because they caused such a ruckus when they drank. Carlos and Diane were great tenants for the most part, even when drunk. And honestly, all the landlords they ever had as well as the other tenants agreed they made for great entertainment. Police were accustomed to dealing with these two.

"Gwen, I'm really sorry about all this; this is not how I planned our evening." Wingo told her. "Oh I'm straight. This is kinda fun actually. I mean; I don't want her to get hurt, but this is a bit entertaining." she told him. "Diane and Carlos, my buddies. They're cool people. They really are when they're sober. They're married. Married for 15 years and he doesn't speak English, and she speaks no Spanish." Wingo explained to her. "Are you serious?" Gwen was surprised. "Yep. Somehow, they managed to make it work. They really do love each other. But when they drink they tend to get a bit crazy. Diane especially. She really flies off the handle when she's lit. Weirdest-ass couple I've ever seen. Never seen motherfuckers like these two." Wingo described them.

Diana was teetering close to the edge, and she still wasn't done drinking. She whipped out her small flask, retracted the straw in it and proceeded to take a long, hard suck of the vodka she had in it. Carlos now appeared angry.

"Ya estás borracho! Este Crazy Bitch…!" -You're already drunk! This crazy bitch…!

Wingo pulled forward. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Diane! That's enough Di' for real. C'mon. Stop drinking that shit; you're already tore up! "

"Slow down on whateva' yew drankin'! Diane, come on off the roof now." Four Wheel tried to talk to her. "Bebé me siento bien? Puedo ir a comprar más Froot Loops. Ahora va a venir abajo?" -Baby I'm sorry okay? I go buy more Froot Loops. Now will you come down? Carlos begged her sincerely. She hurled her now-empty flask at him. "I dont want to t'halk to you. GO AWAY!" He begged some more.

She sensed that he was apologizing and decided to come down. There was a ramp that led downwards at the top of the roof. But juiced up, she felt she could go off the edge, despite everyone begging her not to. Plus she just took a giant swig of alcohol and it was seriously messing with her internals. She felt powerful at the moment. "No I got this! I can do this." she protested and turned until her back end was facing the edge. Her aim was she'd try to dangle off the edge with her front limbs, calculate the drop and just land on all fours. It really wasn't that far down, but she was too wasted to do it. Despite the pleas of "Don'ts" and begging, she was determined to show her method would work. She was so busy arguing with her husband below that she drove right over the edge of the roof.

There were loud gasps, and a few screams as she landed with an awful thud right into some bushes below. Wingo was truly terrified by what he just witnessed as was Carlos who was the first one to her. He was hysterical, cursing in Spanish. "Diane? DIANE! You okay?" Wingo asked. She didn't appear to be badly hurt, but it was an awful tumble.

"*UUUUUuuuuuuuuhhhhh. *(groan)* UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH! *Sob* FUCK MEeeeeeeeeee! UHHHHHHH — HURTS*!"

Diane began emitting a series of long, slurred drawn-out groans, mixed with weeping. She broke her back axle. Wingo couldn't help it; he had to laugh. He tried hard not to but this was some funny-ass shit. It wasn't funny that she got hurt at all. Even Four Wheel cracked a grin. Carlos now let her have it, ripping into her for talking so much trash while at the same time upset she was hurt. Even Gwen found the situation hilarious, despite the fact Diane was injured. It was how she fell. "Diane? Don't move okay? Just hold still till we get'chu to Michael and Doc. Just don't move." Wingo coaxed her. She was still bawling. Wingo looked at Gwen who was looking at him. "Will she be okay?" she asked softly. "Yeah. She will." he told her. They saw her off to the emergency ward, and then retreated inside to clean up the minor damage Diane caused. "After we do this, let's watch Thelma & Louise, okay? What we started, we'll finish it up some other day." Wingo suggested. She agreed.

"Sounds like a plan to me."