Whoohoo and chapter two already. Actually, I have 3 ready as well, but I'll upload that one later and all since I need to check it first and I have homework and all that shit. as the summary says, they ARE humanized, because cuddles will come later on, and it's awkward to write about cuddling cars. Thanks for the early review, I totally fail with so I have no clue how I can reply, but oh well, Thanks 3
McQueen could nearly hit himself when he stood there in front of his empty pit. His car was being checked and it didn't sound like he would have his sports car back within a few days. "So how 'a were you planning to go there McQueen?" Francesco asked him "Francesco is not 'a going with the bus"
"We could always call a taxi, or maybe one of your friends could drive us?" McQueen suggested.
Francesco started laughing "No no no no no, Francesco is NOT driving with someone else except for McQueen, they are all so slow, no no no, Francesco will walk then" He said as he walked away from the pits. It would be the greatest shame to take a drive from any normal person in a normal car. Francesco had his standards. His very own extra high standards.
Lightning moaned as he followed his Italian friend. "You're IMPOSSIBLE Francesco" he said while unzipping his red racing jacket. It was way too hot to walk around in that jacket so he wrapped it around his waist. He was already used to walking around in the desert, but he still got hot here. Probably because it was pretty crowded too, and just after the competition as well. "I suppose you know the way?"
It had actually been a long time for him since he last walked around a town like this. After all he had just finished his other racing season; he couldn't even remember when he last had a day off for himself. The days with Mater were great fun, just like hanging with everyone else, but there was no place for himself anymore. When Doc was still around he would regularly force McQueen to take a break, and now he knew why. His head drifted off again to think back about Doc. He never got to say goodbye or even get over his lost. It was still a weird open space in his heart which only faintly hurt him continuously.
He was more than glad about the fact he was walking here with Francesco. Francesco was so annoying it kept his mind wandering, not only sticking to the fact they were going to visit the hospital. Thanks to his ignorant behaviour and remarks Lightning could satisfy himself some with making fun of him, the atmosphere was nice and light. Not nice as in friendly, but just comfortable and funny. And actually, it did feel kinda cool to hang out with him. It was actually flattering Lightning a bit to hang around with him, somewhat as an equal. And he was good looking, handsome, there was no denying that.
Francesco nodded and followed the other's example and took of his own jacket, dyed in the colours of the Italian flag. Lightning couldn't help but stare at his well-shaped shoulders, they were slightly tanned and nicely rounded, as expected. Francesco didn't catch McQueen staring, he was too busy looking around and greeting people he knew. He could enjoy walking around, but it still felt slow and plain. The attention he got did it, girls giggling and turning red as he smiled to them, envious boys who didn't dare to step up to him, people he had talked to and shopkeepers who knew him and would offer him various gifts, yes he loved it all.
But this time was slightly different. Next to people he knew a bit, he now had Lightning walking with him. It was odd but nice to have someone with whom he regularly talked. Francesco usually only spoke to his mother on daily base, and only shared his opinion or even feelings with her. But now Lightning was around it was different, he was fun to tease and somewhat of a challenge to him. He was interesting. He didn't back down when he was challenged, intimidated or insulted. The American boy would just stand up even more, taking everything on and backfiring with his own sharp words. And most of all, through all the nasty things he could say, lightning could also be kind. He would pick up the conversation and openly talk about things. Francesco was sort of amazed how friendly he would be, even directly after he insulted him he was willing to talk with him. Friendship huh, Francesco thought.
"What's 'a wrong little one?" Francesco asked as he wrapped his arm over Lightning's more slender shoulders. It felt quite nice to be able to hold onto him. Francesco was a man who liked some physical interaction, and again Lightning was a person who wouldn't back away from such habits. Francesco already treasured these times where he could hold the smaller boy. "McQueen you looked like 'a you were dreaming!" he said while laughing loudly. "You are not 'a getting a sunburn are you?"
Lightning quickly snapped out of his wandering mind. What had he been thinking about Francesco's shoulders… He pulled down the sleeves of his t-shirt down a little more, sort of ashamed next to Francesco with his sleeveless top. "What do you think, I practically live in a dessert, of course I'm not getting a sunburn here" he said while turning a little red. Francesco was certainly a new kind of friend, think he was pretty physical which McQueen wasn't very used to. Mater was already quite bad with all the elbows and high-five's, but Francesco was just really awkward actually. "And I was just wondering how Max is doing, it looked like he took quite a lot of damage in that crash" actually he just made that up. It was not like he wasn't worried, but that wasn't bothering him that much.
Francesco nodded "ah si, Francesco understands. It looked really really painful that crash" he said in agreement. "Francesco thinks it a will be 20 minutes of walking before we are there, but Francesco never walks so he 'a is not sure" he said while he kept his friend close "Luckily for McQueen you are almost as fast as Francesco, or you would have 'a crashed too. Of course, Francesco was too fast to explode!"
"I believe I just beat you at your own track, Francesco" McQueen said with a broad grin as he softly poked the other with his elbow.
"Yeah, but that was 'a because Francesco was distracted by the noises of the crash!" he said to defend himself. "At least Francesco didn't lose because he has a bad crew!" he said as he crossed the street, nearly making Lightning fall over because they suddenly changed direction. "Francesco never loses!"
The subject drifted to Guido's amazing pit stops, to the cosy hometown of Guido and Luigi, back to the beautiful streets of Porto Corsa, to the renewed Radiator Springs, to the scenery around route 66, back to the hills of northern Italy, to their different cuisines, until a fight started about their different types of pizza. But luckily they had already arrived at the hospital, since Pizza was no easy matter to solve.