FFFFF- fanfiction,stopdeletingmypost.
Voila, a longer chapter again full of unconscious love and shit, no real flirting yet. I'm really reallly slow with writing physical actions in detail, so I'm still working on the final chapter.
wait did I say final chapter? I'm not even sure if 7 will be the last chapter like I planned. as Lightning might not even want to go home tonight- that could mean a chapter 8 and possibly a chapter 9. even more if I can't behave myself. I also have difficulties ENDING a fanfiction. I love to make this shit longer and closer, but I'm afraid I can't put a proper end to it. well, You'll find out later this week when I'm done with 7 ;D enjoy for now!
Mrs. Bernoulli came back with three plates filled with a form of pasta unfamiliar to the American racer. Lightning kindly thanked Francesco's mother as he studied the pasta on his plate. Francesco also thanked her and waited for his mama to sit down as well. Francesco and his mother started to eat, and Lightning reminded himself that he should too. He started eating, unsure if he was eating right or making a fool of himself.
Mrs. Bernoulli stood up after a few bites, "I 'a will be back in a few seconds" she said. Her swinging way of talking was even catchier to Lightning's ears then Francesco's Italian accent, probably since Francesco spoke English more often. Mrs. Bernoulli soon returned and put two glass buckets down on the table. One had two bottles of wine in them, cooled by water and icecubes. The other one was simply filled with water and some more icecubes. Francesco then stood up to grab some glasses and gave each of them two glasses, one for the wine of course and the other for some water.
Lightning quickly grabbed the can of water and filled the larger of the two glasses with water as he usually didn't drink much alcohol, certainly during dinner. Francesco and his Mother both filled their glass with wine and the other one with water. Mrs. Bernoulli took a sip and then faced McQueen "You are a very talented racer Lightaning McQueen" she said. After taking a sip she continued "It is 'a quite odd that 'a my 'a boy loses, did you 'a cheat?"
Lightning nearly choked on his food and quickly drunk some water. "No, no, I didn't" Lightning quickly said, having no idea how he could defend himself, he never even thought of cheating.
"Ah, Mama, of course he didn't 'a cheat" Francesco said, also sipping his wine, "If he 'a didn't want a fair race he 'a would have slowed Francesco down so Francesco's engine would 'a explode or that Francesco would 'a have crashed" he said calmly "And Francesco trusts 'a Lightning."
A small silence fell. Lightning was surprised by the fact that Francesco had defended him, and not only that, he had called him by his first name too. Mrs. Bernoulli started laughing "Well that's 'a good! Lightning would 'a you like some wine?"
"Oh, eh, sure, I guess" Lightning hesitantly said to stay polite. "Some of the white wine, please" he quickly added to not look completely stupid. He raised his glass and Mrs. Bernoulli put the correct amount of wine in it with a kind smile. Lightning, certainly not drinking wine very often, smiled back and took a small sip, trying not to make a face as if he just swallowed a lemon. Which he did surprisingly well. He quickly continued eating his pasta, carefully combining it with the wine. After all it would have been completely rude to not-drink his wine. It sort of felt like he had to visit his new mother-in-law and needed to leave a good impression.
Francesco soon refilled his glass of wine, barely amused by the situation. He could really hit himself for inviting Lightning while he had such a bad mood. This could have been so much fun. The Italian had secretly studied every of Lightning's actions during the diner, how he didn't actually liked the wine but cleverly combined the taste of the pasta with the wine so it seemed bearable, how he acted awkward with his mother, how American he ate in general, how much he blushed. It would have been the greatest situation ever. If he just didn't have the urge to still punch him for beating and teasing him.
It took some time before all of them had finished eating. Mrs. Bernoulli had asked Lightning thoroughly how it tasted, which flavor he preferred and much more. Francesco was already finished with eating when Lightning actually got time to eat again. When he and Mrs. Bernoulli had finished, Francesco cleared the table and offered to make a dessert. Lightning did ask if he could help with the dishes but Francesco declined and went back to the kitchen alone.
"You sure are 'a something, Signor McQueen" Mrs. Bernoulli said while she leaned in Lightning's direction, making him feel really uncomfortable again. "I 'a can't even remember the last 'a time my little Francesco lost here" she held up her glass filled with Rosé, fitting the color of the bandana she was wearing, "I 'a do not 'a like to see my baby sad" she took a nip and continued swirling the rosé around in her glass "but you are my boy's friend, no?"
Lightning first took another sip of his wine, just to get some more time to let the words sink. "Yeah, I'm his friend, but I can understand that he really wanted to win… but it's all part of racing" Lightning said while he shifted on his chair. "But you were a racer too, weren't you, Mrs. Bernoulli?"
She smiled again "You are a very good 'a boy, yes I used to race back in 'a the days" she said with a dreamy voice. "I was 'a not attacking you, Lightning," she lowered her voice a bit, so Francesco surely wouldn't hear, "I am actually 'a glad it was 'a you, like I said, you are a good boy, you are a good 'a challenge for my Francesco" she said. She grabbed the bottle of white wine and refilled Lightning's glass. "From Toscana, 1995, funny, 95, no?"
Lightning laughed, relieved that the atmosphere had cooled down a little. The conversation got a little lighter afterwards and Lightning gladly talked with Francesco's mother. She was actually a very nice lady. He really settled down a bit, able to normally drink his wine and tell something about himself. Though he did wish Francesco would hurry a bit, as Mrs. Bernoulli kept refilling his wine and he didn't like getting tipsy or anything like that.
Francesco tried to overhear the conversation from the kitchen as he prepared some ice-cream. It somehow pleased him a little to hear that Lightning was comfortable, and that his mother seemingly liked him, but it still did not cheer him up. His own behavior was bothering him; he wanted to make more fun with Lightning.
He placed three small plates on the table and carefully placed a round scoop of vanilla ice-cream on each one. He poured some cold whipped cream around the ice and placed some slices banana around it. Francesco studied his dessert for sometime as he heard over the conversation Lightning was having with his mama. Lightning was really fogging up his mind, that silly American.
Silly Americans shouldn't just try to speak some words Italian according to him. They just lacked the musical feeling for their language. It just sounded stupid he thought, the way lightning was laughingly saying 'Grazie' to his mother, it didn't sound as sexy as it should sound. Well, maybe it had some cute charming thing the way he attempted to speak their language, but as long as he didn't try anything difficult he would screw up. Francesco walked over to a cabinet and looked around, trying to find some topping for the ice. He didn't know what Flavor Lightning liked, as pizza wasn't a flavor.
The shelves were filled with all kind of flavors, sauces and much more. He took out the sugar, vanilla powder, chocolate sprinkles and looked on a little. He smelled on a few things and put them back again. He thought really hard about how he'd finish this, what'd fit best for Lightning.
And out of nowhere, he knew it. He put everything back on the shelf and grabbed a jar with honey and. It was at least something that fitted Lightning himself, and his hair. Honey. He put a little honey on his index finger and licked it off carefully, deciding if this was the right flavor to add. The answer was yes, honey was just perfect. It was nicely goldish colored, having the same shine as Lightning's wild blonde hair. The taste was what he could imagine Lightning to taste like, extremely sweet with some traces of a flower he couldn't exactly place.
Francesco kept musing about it in his head while he put the finishing touch to his dessert, pouring the honey carefully over the ice-cream and the banana. He put everything away and then took the desserts to the dining room. Without saying a word he gave both others their dessert as well. "Grazie" said Lightning while laughing and with a pretty bad pronunciation. Francesco sat down in front of Lightning again and watched as he tasted it. Both Lightning as his mother seemed to be very surprised, Lightning even more than his mother, but they both seemed to like the taste. "Wow this is odd, but reaaally good" Lightning said as he continued eating.
"Of 'a course it is 'a good, Francesco is 'a good cook" he said, also starting on his ice as well. It really tasted surprisingly well it was very sweet with soft sweet, relatively warm with cold, liquid with cream, yes this was a nice taste. "Hmmm," he said as he licked his lips.