AN: Hey guys, it's me again after years. I'm gonna keep it real, I forgot this account existed. I found this account after sheer boredom and curiousness. After reading probably the shittiest story I have ever read. I decided to remake the story entirely instead of adding to a story that was getting nowhere. So, people, let's get this show on the road.

Chapter 1: Ordinary Life

*Beep, Beep, Beep*

"Ugh...", a tired tire reached for the blaring alarm clock. Disappointingly, his attempt was unsuccessful as the clock continued its loud call.

Beep, Beep, Beep*

Another try was made to silence it, this time a little more aggressive. His closed eyes scrunching up a little as he tried to focus on stopping the now annoying noise. This time, again, missing the snooze button.

Beep, Beep, Beep*

"Chrysler, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

The tire roughly grabbed the clock, yanking the plug out of the outlet and hurled it at the wall. There was a moment of silence before the car realized what he did.

"God dammit, not again...", He sighed.

"Bolt, what was that?!", He heard a voice yell behind the door.

A little panicked he jumped out of bed throwing the covers off. This would revel him, he was an all black 2010 Dodge Challenger R/T. For his breed of car he would be considered big. He is a little out of shape with his sides expanded a little along with some expansion along his undercarriage.

"Nothing!", He quickly responded.

He hurriedly brushed the bits and pieces of the broken alarm clock under his bed. Just as he did that the door opened and a 2005 Jeep Wrangler X rolled into the room looking around.

"Thought I heard something crash in here", He said

"Nah, everything's alright in here", Bolt lied.

"Right...", The Jeep trails off looking back at the clock sized crater in the wall.

"What?", Bolt asks following his roommate's gazed. "Oh"

"Dude, if you wanna break your stuff, do it. But don't bring my apartment into it." He says shooting a glare at him. "I had to explain to my landlord why the damn washing machine was busted."

"It just stopped working mid-wash, I swear!" Bolt says defensively.

"Whatever, make sure you have enough time to get to work. I made some breakfast for you, it's sitting on the table"

"Thanks Mike"

Mike then shut the door allowing Bolt to get his day started. He checked his brand new IPhone 4 for notifications. He had 2 messages, one being from his boss to see if he was coming today. Bolt shot a quick text back confirming he was coming. He checked his clock to make sure he still had time.

9:15, I still got 45 minutes.

The next text was from one of his clients that he was training to race. *Hey, I'm back from vacation. Could we meet tonight?* Bolt thinks about it for a good second or too.

"Eh...why not, kid wants to get some extra work in. Plus I get some money out of it."

*Timeskip*

Bolt rolled into some local dirt tracks. He rolled back to the usual track that him and his clients use which is in the back corner. That way they can have their sessions without annoying kids or old timers bothering them. He didn't see the kid there so he checked his phone.

*Imma be a little late, I had to do some after school work*

Bolt then realized that the text was sent 10 minutes ago.

"Guess I'm gonna be here for a while." He looked around to see if there was anything to do. He then laid his eyes on the track in front of him.

"Mind as well" He mumbles to himself as he rolls onto the track. He felt the dirt move under his tires as he continues moving to the faded white line that resembled a start/finish line.

"Guess the maintenance crew doesn't touch up back here"

He closed his eyes taking a deep breath in and out. He then opened his eyes and ignited his engine. The roar of his V8 engine echoed in his ears. This sound brought back many memories of racing in High School and torching his competition. His body jittered in anticipation as he felt his engine warm up. Even though he didn't have dirt tires on, he still gripped the ground fairly well so he could get a good jump.

"3..."

He individually stretched out all of his tires.

"..2.."

He got low, ready to fire out.

"...1"

Bolt's back tires spun as he shot out like a cannon. He ripped down the road at fast speeds. He continued to speed up as he hit the first corner with a power slide. One of the Fabulous Hudson Hornet's specialty moves. This allowed him to maintain his current speed and not dropping it too much.

Revving his engine louder he speed down the other side of the track to power slide again. He did it a couple of times, but becoming more tired and more fatigued as he did. Eventually, he stopped and was panting heavily.

"I..need..to..get..back..in..shape", Bolt said to himself, gasping for air after every word.

"Woah...", a voice said behind him. He quickly spun around to see his client, a young looking 2009 Nissan 370Z. "I thought you were all talk and no bite!"

"That wouldn't make any sense if I was, how could I train you to be a better car if I was a trash racer" Bolt said, finally catching his breath.

"I mean, I guess it makes sense" He drove over to Bolt as they did their handshake. "But considering how much more weight you got on since your High School days"

"Yeah.." He said poking his own stomach. "Need to start hitting the gym again".

"You can say that again"

"One more fat joke and I'll-"

"Sit on me?"

Bolt gave a defeated sigh as the Kid laughed at his reaction.

"How's your first year of High School Willy?" Bolt asked

"Very good, I made Varsity so I'm glad about that"

"Great, now let's set that Varsity spot in stone. 10 Warmup laps, GO!"

Willy shot Bolt a grin as he shot out onto the track.

*Timeskip: After Training*

"...And when you take those corners make sure when you power slide make sure you keep you back wheels moving. If you shut it down while you're power sliding you'll spin out." Bolt says, finishing his personal review on the session.

"Right." Willy says, adding a nod to the end of it. "Thanks for training me at such short notice"

"Of course kid, I got you" Bolt says nudging his side with his tire.

"I'll have my parents mail you the money." Willy said, he then looked down like he was deep in thought. Bolt almost immediately picked up on it.

"Something wrong?" He asks, raising an eyelid.

"Have you ever thought about going pro?"

"Excuse me?" Bolt asks, taken aback by the question. Why so sudden?

"Why not try and go pro? You defiantly have the skill." He looks back at Bolt, "So why not at least try"

"I...I don't know" Bolt stutters. "I've just had so much stuff to think about that I never thought about it"

There was some awkward silence between them.

"Well...do you want me to drive you to the exit?" Bolt asks, breaking the silence.

"Sure"

As they roll to the exit they start talking about sports, specifically racing. They talk about how Lightning McQueen just won another Piston Cup. Bolt claims to have known Lightning and Willy doesn't believe him.

"I went to High School with him!"

"So you went to Brodem HS?" Willy asks raising an eyelid. "No way"

"Yes way, I was a start racer there", Willy starts laughing, "What?"

"You mean to tell me you were a Racing Star over Lighting? Yeah, right"

"Somehow you get more and more disrespectful every time I see you" Bolt says shaking his hood. "Well I gotta get home before my roommate freaks out, see ya"

"Bye Bolt" Willy waves going the opposite direction.

*Small Timeskip: Apartment*

Eventually, when Bolt got home. A note was left on the table.

Studying atLibrary for finals, frozen food in the fridge or Order out*

Not wanting to spend money, he just heated up some mozzarella sticks and fries. This just satisfied his hunger, and clean up was really easy. Once he was done washing dishes he hoped into a shower and started to head to bed. He was about to lay down for the night when he realized, he didn't have and alarm.

"FUCK!" Bolt yelled

BANG, BANG, BANG*

"Quiet up their would ya?" An old, muffled voice came from below.

"Sorry Miss Cranshaw!" Bolt apologized.

He then went on his phone and set an alarm.

*BING*

Just the a email notification pops up. It was not an email that he recognized, he almost ignored it an put it in spam but he was interested to see what it said.

Hello Mr.Rodgers,

This is Willy's father, Tim. I heard about howmy son was impressed by your racing ability...

It was started to make Bolt lose interests in reading this email, but he continued to press on.

...I heard that you were taking corners and using moves like a professional...

Bolt almost closed the email to read tomorrow because of how tired he was. But, the next part caught his attention.

...that also brought me to your career in racing at Brodem High School, I saw that you had a few records there. This stuck out to me see that 3 other people who attended at Brodem with you ended up being racers in the Piston Cup including Lightning McQueen...

"Now we're getting somewhere."

...And that type of talent was picked up by anyone and I was wondering that so I dug deeper and found something. There was an assault charge back in your Senior Year...

Bolt's stomach lurched and he remembered that day clearly.

"What does he care about that, in fact, what does he care about any of this?" He continues to read as he is hooked at this point.

...Then, I put 2 and 2 together and realized they were scared off because of the charges. Both the JPC (Junior Piston Cup) and colleges didn't want you cause of a dumb mistake...

"You can say that again"

...I'm not gonna let talent like you rot and be waisted. As a chairmen of Mood SpringsI would like to Invite you on August 18th in Arizona to come to the official Piston Cup Combine. If you are interested use my contacts bellow and get in contact with my as soon as possible. Thank you.

From,

Timothy Attwell

Bolt's jaw was on the floor and his eyes were huge. He didn't even know what to say. What would he even say? Thank you? Appreciate it? I love you?

He had so many emotions running through his head he found it hard to think. At this point, he was pacing inside of his room.

"Ok, maybe I should just calm down and sleep on it. Maybe I'll make a decision tomorrow."

He then set his alarm on his phone and laid in his bed. But, he couldn't fall asleep.

"This is gonna be a long night." He sighs.

End

Took me a while to think of and write but it was worth it. Hopefully y'all enjoyed it. Cya Titan fam