Wreckage Of Love

19

It was a silent trip back to radiator springs. Once they have arrived. Lighting couldn't help but think about what Jackson wanted to say.

It is dark by time they got back. Everyone else is fast asleep except these two.

Their race cars are parked at Flo's. The two are currently sitting by Jackson's cone motel room door.

"Do you want to tell me out here, or in there?" Lighting mumbled. Jackson imediantly stood. "Inside."

With a small huff, lighting stood himself up. Jackson used his hand to turn open the knob.

It made a small creak as the little room door opened. The two go inside and the door closed once they entered.

Lighting takes a seat on the bed. His muscles felt so tired from the race. But he couldn't help but need to know what Jackson has been hiding from him.

"What is it." McQueen asked as Storm takes a seat in front of him. The two are now seated on the bed.

"You won't judge or be mad?" Jackson asks. Lighting furrowed his eyebrows. "Depends on what im being told...anyway, what is it?"

There was an utter silence. The two lock eyes with each other. The same feeling of love reflecting just like a mirror for one and another.

"You just gonna stare at me..?" Lighting mumbled but felt himself blush when Jackson leaned in close.

Their lips about to touch.

But Jackson suddenly backed his head up. He laughed nervously. "I uh.. got too close, didn't I?"

"I didn't mind." Lighting smoothly replied with a small smirk. Jackson felt his face turn a few shades of red.

"Well! Let me do the talking here, Lighting." Jackson snapped out from embarrassment.

"Fine. Storm, what is the Wreckage on tonight's menu?" Lighting teased with a chuckle.

"I wouldn't call it a wreckage this time. I'd rather it be called a repairment." Jackson replied just as flirtatious and smooth as McQueen.

Lighting felt himself blush at this point and fall quiet.