"🅱e honst with you, 🅱laze i don't l i k e you or jet tbh you both crustyer than ol' shairaiki friggin tomara" the red cars blue eyes widened as the h/c locked girl turned to behind the tree. "And crushie, i was a c t i ng with bof a you, i wanted to just see my sweet bby green car pickel" The blue truck fought tears™ while blaze let them run f r e e and y/n 🙅'd "dont gimme wrong ur both rewey h a w t modes of transpertion but like my boy pickel is just ✊💓✊"

and so Y/n stole pickels precoius heart

❤💋💓💗💖😵👀

END 3 - A pickel lover