As you move down to the tracks, an official stops you.
"Please, just have fun with it. Take it easy." He says seriously. "We don't want anyone getting hurt."
"Yessir," You smile. This was amazing! How could you not have fun doing this?
"And, sorry, what's your name?" He smiles warmly.
"Oh, it's (y/n)." You grin at him, before someone guides you onto the track. You're put next to Lightning McQueen, who smirks.
"Hey, baby. You come around here often?" He licks his lips. You smile awkwardly, unsure of what to do. "What's your name?"
"(y/n)." You stare at him stupidly.
"Well, (y/n), would you like to hang out after this?" He makes it more of a demand than a question.
"Uhh, sure..." You hold back a smile.
A tall car counts you down. "3! 2! 1!" And the race begins.
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don't be lightning mcmean
FanfictionYou visit the World Cup, excited to see the races. You're especially curious to see Lightning McQueen, though, for some reason you can't explain. One mistake will lead to another, which results in perhaps the greatest love story ever told. Please le...
