I LOVE YOU GUYS! LMAO John. Chapter five made me laugh writing it. Thanks to everybody! You guys are amazing. Thanks so much for all the support.
Now, this chapter has some flashbacks from the past. Doc's past! Fun, right? Of course right. :p
"Hey, there's my sexy hotrod!"
"Lizzie…"
Lightning was passing by Lizzie's shop, when, of course, Lizzie spotted him trying to sneak by.
"So, anyway, hotrod, I heards ya got caught in a little accident with Mater."
Lightning's eyes were as wide as they could go. "WHAT?"
"Don't ask me, ask the tabloids that just came in today!"
Lightning rushed into Lizzie's story and found a picture with him and Mater, lips touching on the cover of almost every magazine in the store. "Oh, Jesus Chrysler."
"So, yer already over Sally, huh? She not exciting enough, or something?"
"It's a long story, Lizzie."
"Alright, you do what you want. I've got an hour until my appointment at Doc's."
Almost as if a light bulb lit above his head, Lightning got the sudden idea that maybe Lizzie knew something about Doc and Elle that he didn't. "Hey, Lizzie?"
"Yeah?"
"You're an… well, I don't wanna say old car, but, a car who's been around for a while."
"And you're point?"
"Do you know anything about an, an Elle Hudson?"
Lightning couldn't tell, but Lizzie looked shocked that the name mentioned. "How do you know about Elle?"
"I have my sources. Now, tell me about her."
"Alright. I'll tell you as much I can."
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1951, Piston Cup Winners Circle
It was the Hudson Hornet's first win. Everybody was gathered around the navy blue car, taking pictures as he smiled. There were screaming fans, news reporters trying to find out his secrets, and lots of girls who wished that they were his. Hudson had counted about 39 "Hudson, will you marry me?" posters within that crowed.
But he had his eyes on only one girl.
She looked cute, a little shy, maybe even a little scared of something, but it couldn't have been much, because she was looking straight at him as well. They're eyes connected threw the crowd, and he knew that he liked her a little. With that gorgeous super-light pink paint, what wasn't to like?
After all the pictures were done, the fans were ready to meet him. There were plenty who took more (yes, more) pictures with him, which after a while, made him blind from all the flashing lights. But when the girl he had been looking at came up, his site became clear again. "Now, please tell me you don't want a picture."
"Ha ha," said the girl, who had a very southern accent. "Well, I don't. I just wanted to, um, to get the chance to meet all the racecars, and I have to say you're my favorite."
"I get that a lot."
"Oh, do you?"
"You'd be surprised on how many actually ask me on dates."
"They do, do they?"
"I reject them, though. So anyway, what's your name?"
"Elle. Elle Lightyear."
"Elle Lightyear? Your father owns the tires company!"
"I know. It's pretty cool. I mean, free tires, and stuff, and then you get to go to all these fancy parties, and it's just fun."
"I know what you mean."
"Somehow I manage to not be in newspapers, but I'm sure you never escape that."
"That's the price of fame."
"Well, I better go so that your next fan doesn't get bored waiting in line."
"Alright. Will you be at the Piston VIP party?"
"No, I can't. I have the Lightyear one to go to. I didn't get invited to the Piston one."
"You wanna get in?"
"How would I get in?"
"Well, the invitations say that you could bring a guest with you."
"Like a date."
"Do you wish to be my date?"
Elle rolled her eyes and giggled. "Maybe." She turned around and drove on to the next line.
"Meet me right here when you're done, and I'll take you!"
"Be quiet, you stuck-up."
Both Hudson and Elle were smiling, probably not to wipe it off of their faces for a long time. Almost like love at first site.
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Hudson had been waiting a long time for Elle to finally come. The party would be starting pretty soon now. Every single car except for him was in that now abandoned winners circle. She wasn't anywhere in site.
Until, of course, she arrived.
"I thought you weren't going to come!" said Doc.
"Well," said Elle. "I had a lot to get through. Security kept wanting to go with me, and then my dad had to pay them to leave me alone."
"I thought it went the opposite way."
"Not in my family. They follow us everywhere. I swear, I think that they're the stalkers rather than the fans. I don't have any, but I'm sure you feel that way."
"Yeah, kind of."
As the silence crept in, Hudson got a little closer.
"What kind of girl do you take me for?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're gonna try and kiss me, aren't you?"
"How did you know?"
"Well, I can just tell when guys want to do that. It isn't just because you want free tires or anything, is it?"
"Oh, no. I think I like you."
"Well, I think I like you, too. But not enough to kiss, yet."
They both stayed quiet.
"C'mon, we got a party to go to, right?"
Hudson smiled. "Sure do."
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"Hey, Hudson!"
"Oh, dear lord."
It couldn't be. No, not…
"Who's that?" asked Elle.
"That's Dina. She used to be my girlfriend; until I found out she was cheating on me with a different racecar."
"Oh, I see. You still not over her?"
"Actually, it's the opposite."
"Good luck talking. I'm leavin' this table."
"Oh, no you aren't."
"Hudson, dearest!" said the bright-yellow 1950 Bentley MK VI Chapron Drophead Coupé. She pecked Doc on the fender, who looked very annoyed. "Why the annoyed face? You know I'm here because I love you."
"You go out with every single Piston Cup winner. Now, since I won, you love me again."
"Darling, I loved you from the start. That one time when I and that stupid racecar were kissing, he made it look like I was cheating."
"Either way I don't care. I'm pretty sure I've found somebody else."
Dina's eyes widened. "Somebody else? Who?"
"Well, she's right next to me, if you care to look to my left."
Dina gave Hudson an evil glare, and then looked to his left, to see somebody far more gorgeous than she was, though she would never admit it. Dina's eyes squinted as if she was replacing the devil. It made Elle want to scream and run away, but that would make her look like an idiot. "Uh… nice to, uh, to meet you?"
"Very well. You may have the greatest boyfriend in the world for now, but he'll be mine by tomorrow. You watch." Dina drove away with what would be her nose in the air. She was a spoiled brat.
"She, uh, she scares me."
"I can see why. But you're safe with me."
"She hates me."
"Yeah, but I don't. That's all that matters."
Elle couldn't help but smile. They pretty much knew by then that they wanted to kiss, but they didn't want their story to end up like "West Side Story," where the two cars in love said "I love you" the day the met. Life doesn't work like that. Elle kissed Hudson on the fender. That would be good enough for now. He turned around as Elle was turning from pink to red.
"No need to blush. I wanted to kiss you on the lips."
"Yeah, but you're the Hudson Hornet. I can't help but to be a little embarrassed."
They both smiled, with it stuck on their faces. Elle gave Hudson her number, and they both left for home. There was nothing more to do but to think about what in the world would happen next.
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2006, Radiator Springs' Shoppe
"Anymore you willing to tell?"
"Oh, so I left you wanting more, eh? Well, too bad. I'll tell you more tomorrow. I have the appointment, remember?"
"You said that was an hour from now."
"Well, I'm going to leave ya hangin'! Now, would you like to buy something?"
Lightning looked around at all the magazines. Every single one was like a needle in his eyes. "No thanks. I'm good," he said in an unusual high-pitched voice. He drove to Flo's V8 Café, wondering if Sally was there, and of course, she wasn't.
"'Ey, Lightnin', yo!" said Ramone. "You saw what was on, like, every magazine, huh?"
"Total embarrassment, man," said Fillmore.
"Fillmore, you don't need to rub it in his face!" said Sarge.
"I know why you came," said Lexie.
"You do?" asked Lightning.
"Yep. Sally's at Wheel Well."
Lightning was in shock for a bit. "Thanks."
"No problem. It's obvious you're looking for her. Oh, and by the way, Harv called. He was wondering if you would go on some talk show called CARs. Have fun rejecting it."
"Why would I reject it?"
"Because they want you and Sally."
Lightning's eyes were hurting from the amount of times he was his eyes very wide. Nonetheless, he did it again. "They seriously want a double interview?"
"Yeah. Good luck telling her."
Trouble is in the air, people! For almost everybody. For Lightning, Sally, Mater (he has yet to find out about those evil magazines), Doc (sort of), and maybe even Lexie! You'll find out once I get the rest of the chapters up what every single character's secret past is. Well, almost everybody.
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