Derp this one is sooo shorttttt deerrrpppp

Francesco suddenly jumped up and waved to an approaching car "MAMA!" he called out. An old red colored car without any roof approached them and stopped at the side of the road. It was former racing car, that was clear, but the interior has been changed to be practical as a family car. The woman driving it was surely in her sixties, with a kind face and smile surrounded by wrinkles. Her eyes were the same hazel colors as Francesco's and her hair was slightly longer and curlier then Francesco's but the color was again a identical shade of brown, it was held back by the same bandana as today at the race Lightning noticed.

"Buonasera! Get in, quickly, dinner is 'a ready" Mrs. Bernoulli said as she opened the door for us. "you 'a get in the back Lightning 'a McQueen"

Lightning nodded, still feeling really awkward, and he got into the red car to go to Francesco's house. Francesco sat down next to his mother and kissed her cheek. Lightning had expected both of them to be really chatty, but they weren't. actually, he was pretty sure it was his fault. Either for bumping in or for winning Francesco's race. A race was a race, of course he understood it sucked for Francesco, but it's all just part of the game.

He tried to get a little more comfortable in the back seat, but that wasn't as easy as it looked. It must have been the first time in ages he sat on a back seat. His legs didn't have enough space, the seat wasn't adjustable and was stiff and too straight. He tried to lean on the side of the car, which was more successful. The cooled wind rushing through his hair felt really nice and refreshing. On top of that, the former race car of Mrs. Bernoulli wasn't even that slow. It's maximum speed was probably 50 miles per hour lower, but the horsepower was still there.

They slowed down slightly as they entered the part of town where they lived. The yards around the houses grew slightly bigger as did the houses themselves. Beautiful trees and flowerbeds surrounding the romantic yellow brownish houses which wore a luxurious look. Lightning's face turned a little redder again, thinking about Radiator Springs. Not like Radiator Springs wasn't enough for him, but just look at those swimming pools here, Lightning nearly felt like some tramp.

Francesco really started doubting about his choice to take Lightning home today when they drove into their carport. He looked at the empty spot where his Formula car should be. He would rather hang around his home with McQueen on a day he was feeling slightly better and when he didn't need to bear with his lost anymore. Luckily Lightning seemed really amazed by their home, which probably meant he would stay put for some time. "You 'a seem impressed, McQueen" Francesco said teasingly as he reached out his hand to McQueen to get out of the car.

McQueen got out and kept looking around, in and around the house were small decorations, often in the color red or in the colors of the Italian flag together. Mrs. Bernoulli showed him around in the living room, kitchen, dining room and the other rooms on that floor before they went back to the dining room where Francesco and Lightning waited until Mrs. Bernoulli had finished the last preparations for dinner. Francesco already sat down on his usual seat, but Lightning remained standing and looking around the room. His eye had fell on some pictures standing on the cabinet, many were old pictures featuring both of Francesco's parents. His father was apparently a businessman while his mother actually was a racer. Many pictures showed her with different kind of cups.

"McQueen, Come 'a here, sit down" Francesco quickly said before Lightning got the chance to ask anything about his family. "My mama is nearly finished".

Lightning quickly turned around since he knew he was actually being rude. "Smells good" he said as he sat down in front of Francesco. Francesco didn't answer him but kept staring out of the window. Lightning kept looking at him, feeling pretty guilty. He was very sure that this was all about the race. Lightning sighed and kept staring at Francesco while his mind wandered off again. Luckily, he got rid of his habit of talking to himself.