Jackson Storm. The name hung heavy on lightning's mind. He was helping Cruz become a great racer and she was. He truly enjoyed very second of it.
Jackson Storm was still an issue. He has a higher top speed than Cruz. It was more than that. He was cocky annoying and arrogant as they came. He hoped he was never that horrible. Was he?
Lightning shook himself he needed to focus on Cruz. Why was Storm on his mind?
"Mr. Mcqueen!" Cruz said gleefully.
"Yeah?"
"You were staring into space do you need a nap?"
"No. Of course not I just had one I was thinking of Storm is all the best way to take-"
"Him out! I knew you had crush on him I think-"
"What? No, no. Why would I do that?" He is your competition our competition."
"Oh, Mr. Mcqueen so ingenuous, distracting Storm by taking him out."
"Cruz that is crazy. Bedside he would say no."
"No, I think he would say yes you are lightning Mcqueen."
"True but, it's just odd I don't even want to know him is it cheating?"
"Like jumping of cars and stuff?"
"Yeah, will he was a jerk to you...you think he would say yes?"
"Totally! It would be so cute too Jackson Storm and his oil daddy!"
"What!"
