It's Me & U now. I've been waiting. Think I wanna make that move now. Baby tell me how you like it. Hey, xForeignxConceptsx, that was for you! Because I'm really awesome. Nah, just kidding. I love that song! Alright, so besides the end, which MIGHT give away who's Sally's father is (no, it's NOT Doc), it's all Sally's past. Hope you like it:-D

(A/N: Sally's narration is in italics)

2003, Club Kia, Los Angeles, CA

I had just started working at Hummer and Plymouth Law Company when I received my first promotion and a demotion right afterwards. My friends decided I needed to find a new guy. Honestly, I agreed with them. My life was bombed because my boyfriend, Harold, broke up with me because of my stupid demotion. Claire was engaged to the guy who owned the place, so needless to say, we always got in free of charge. I was talking to Alex while we were waiting for Hailey and Claire.

"Oh, there's a hott one!"

"Nah, that ones hotter."

"You kidding me? A Ford?"

"What's wrong with a Ford?"

"Sally, look at you! You are a Porsche! Porsche's don't go out with Fords!"

"Well, I wouldn't think that Claire, a Cadillac, may I add, would go out with a Kia, would you?"

"At least the Kia owns this place!"

"Alex, a brand name doesn't make a car."

"And neither do tires, but still, you want them to look good, don't you?"

"I'm not going to be looking at the tires either! Listen, I don't want another jerk like Harold, who only wants me for my money. Gold diggers are not my type."

"But they're the only ones that look good with you! Once again, Porsches go out with other Porsches, and Jaguars, and Aston Martins, and successful and the occasion hott Pontiac, or in Claire's case, a Kia, but if you go out with a Ford that looks like he hasn't gotten a paint job in two weeks, Sally, you're going to be known as the girl who doesn't think that looks count and loves people from the inside. Yes, that's 3/4s of it, but not the whole part. You have to be attractive to be awesome."

"And you would know. How many one-night stands have you had?"

"About ten a week."

"Which adds up to about 520 a year."

"Why are you so smart?"

"I went to this place called law school. You should try it sometimes. Makes you better at spelling."

"Shut up, Sally. I can spell!"

"Spell calculator."

"Easy! C-A-L-Q…" Sally had gotten Alex yet again. "…later!"

"Hey, you can't leave!"

"Why not?"

"Hailey and Claire are coming. You don't wanna miss out on a fight with them, do you?"

"Oh, shut up, Sally."

My friends and I got into conversations like this all the time. We always disagreed on what mattered in a boy.

"Hey, Sally-Bella!"

Sally looked over to see her other best friends, Hailey and Claire, with Claire's fiancée all over her, like he usually was. "Hey there, you idiots," Sally said sarcastically.

"Good to see you, too, freak!" said Claire. "Jeffry, stop it."

"How can I stop?" said Jeffry, a 2002 Kia Sedona LX, Claire's fiancée. "You're too hot."

"I know, but it's girl time now, alright?"

"Yeah, I know. Sally needs a boyfriend. I'll leave you two. See you later, baby. Love ya."

"Love you." Jeffry drove away to his loving customers. "He's so amazing."

"Yeah, yeah," said Hailey. "Like you said, it's girl time. You ready for this. Sally?"

Sally sighed. "Do your worst."

They did the worst they could ever do. They made guys line up to meet me. And I mean they made guys LINE UP to meet me.

Sally's friends all looked at each other with sly smiles on their faces. "WHO WANTS TO DATE A PORSCHE?" they all screamed at the same time. Every single guy, and even a few girls, turned around to see the Porsche, Sally, as she was turning from light blue to pink, even though it was almost impossible to tell from the dark lighting. She was embarrassed out of her wits. What kind of friends did she have? Almost immediately, guys were pushing and shoving, trying to get in the so-called line to meet Sally. She looked at her friend, eyes wide open. Her friends tried putting on fake smiles, even though it was obvious that this wasn't how they planned it. "You…" started Hailey. "Told us to do our worst." Sally just shook her head, wondering what was going on in their brains.

Guy after guy, loser after loser, everybody gave me a number, all of which I burned when I got home.

Except for one.

Jason.

This was about the 57th. A 1986 Dodge Omni. He had a Northeastern accent that made you want to scream. "So, hott stuff-"

"See you later."

The guy looked confused. "But, you didn't even give me a chance to meet you, baby."

Sally looked stern as she was also annoyed. "I'm not your baby."

"Fine." The guy started being sly. "But incase all these other guys are freaks, we can connect." He gave Sally his number, along with a kiss on her fender.

Sally winced. "Get off of me…" she grunted through her teeth. He got off and left, smiling. He had just kissed a Porsche! Sally rolled her eyes in disgust, wondering what was wrong with her friends.

The next guy looked a little concerned about this. He was a black 2001 Toyota Celica with bright green eyes that would make any girl except for Sally swoon right away. He was only able to see her from a distance when he was in line, but even from there, she looked amazing. He could tell that she was feeling embarrassed by her idiotic friends, but she was going to go through it, anyway. After all, Mr. Right could be in that line. When he saw her right in front of her, he was speechless. She wasn't just amazing, she was gorgeous. "…wow."

Sally was kind of surprised by his reaction. What guy would just say wow? Was it because she was hideous? "Do I really look that bad?"

"What?" The guy was stunned. How would she even think that she looked bad? "No, it's the opposite."

Sally was even more surprised to hear this. She was actually talking to a guy who would maybe care about her if they went out. "Um…" She couldn't hold it anymore, and broke out into a smile and giggled a bit. "Thanks." She started biting her lip, not knowing where this was going, but at the same time, not even caring. "So, um, I'm, uh, I'm sure that there's other people in line waiting to kiss me senseless."

"You like that?"

"No, but my friends are putting me through this. I guess it makes up for me being some boring wannabe lawyer."

"Wow. Smart and pretty. I like it."

As hard as it was to believe, he had just called her smart and pretty in the same sentence. No guy had said that to her. "…wow."

"Oh, do I really look that bad?" He smiled. "The name's Kiichiro. Jason Kiichiro."

Sally laughed. "Sally Carrera. Nice to meet you."

"Well, I feel like following the trend of giving you my number, so here you go." Jason passed a piece of paper that looked like a business card. Sally squinted at the card, trying to find the company where he worked for. She squinted a bit harder and still couldn't see anything. "I know my job's not the most impressive, but so far, you've seen through the fact that I'm a Toyota."

"I can't even read it!" Sally laughed. "But neither your job nor your brand matters. Thanks, Jason. You're probably the only guy I'm going to actually call from this line."

"Ha ha. Very funny. Well, I'll see you later."

"Bye."

Jason gave her a wink and moved out of the line and back onto the dance floor.

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2006, Willy's Butte, Radiator Springs

He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it.

That hotshot had gotten him in a pickle once again.

Sally's friends were scramming, trying to get the garage door open, forgetting the combination. Doc came by, yelling at the girls, and they confessed everything. How they locked them in, why they were here, and what Jason was going to do. Jason had actually arrived by now, to find that dear Sally was on her way to the hospital, close to death. As soon as he heard that she was there, he rushed onto the interstate, trying to get to Phoenix before they did to confess his love to her. Again.

But that didn't really matter at the moment.

Yes, it was true, Elle had not died. But she had left him long ago because of his crash. Maybe it was because she believed he was dead, but maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was because she was as shallow as Dina. She could never date a loser like him. He didn't know that with that crash, his whole life would shatter.

But that wasn't even the whole story of what happened. What went on afterwards was even worse.

Even though he had made it seem like her was Sally's father, he wasn't. But somebody in the town was, even though it was a little unbelievable. Dina wasn't even her mother, for god's sake. She had kidnapped Sally when she was a tiny little car, and immediately ran off. Doc had remembered that day like it was yesterday. She was left outside in watch of Doc from his garage, and she just drove by, thinking nobody was watching, and took the child with her, as she was crying as loud as she could. From then on, Doc was the only one who knew what had happened that day. But even then, he liked watching Sally talk to Dina in that manner now. It was good to see that even though she had been raised to do the opposite, she was being a kind, loving person, just like she needed to be.

Unfortunately, she was probably going to break poor Lightning's heart for Jason. She would think that now her life in LA could be repaired, and she would leave Radiator Springs and Lightning. in the dust.

But everybody in the town was praying for it not to happen.

Everything is effed up straight from the heart. Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart- Oh, hi! You're back. Right. Oh, by the way, that song was the Veronicas, When It All Falls Apart. Buy their CD: The Secret Life of the Veronicas. You'll love it, I promise.

Gotta pick myself up. Where do I start? Will you give a review when it all falls apart:-p