I do not own Cars or its characters, it all belongs to Disney/Pixar. I only own my OCs.

A/N: Inspired by StacyMcMissile's character Harry Shiftwell (Holley's twin brother [OC]) and the movie, Barbie: The Princess and The Pauper. I have a thing for twins. XD

Warning: There will be swearing in this story! Hopefully not a lot, but it really depends on the characters I guess.

Holley's POV

"PLEASE!" I begged.

"Ugh! Holley! Be quiet! I'm trying to work!" Siddeley said in an annoyed tone of voice.

My name is Holley Shiftwell. I work for a secret agency called CHROME. I am a spy, yes I know it's dangerous, but that's just the way it is. I used to be a desk agent but Finn McMissile changed that. Who is he? One of the best agents that CHROME has ever had. He turned me into a field agent and became my permanent spy partner.

"Well that's a first." I muttered under my breath. Siddeley shot me a glare.

Oh, who is Siddeley? He's the most skilled pilot at CHROME. Although he can be annoying and immature most of the time, he's still very serious about his work.

But that's not the point here. Let me start over.

The day before...

It was just another day at CHROME. I was at my desk scrolling down a list of people who had recently gone missing. I had already figured out who the kidnapper was within about ten minutes. The evidence proved it all, and by the way he tried hiding it was very sloppy, not to mention that he was a terrible liar.

A week ago, I disguised myself as one of the kidnapper's henchmen, or in my case, hench woman and gathered all the evidence I needed. Finn had already left by himself to catch the villain. He and I both knew that this mission would be easy... Lately, all our missions have been easy.

The day after tomorrow is my birthday, which means another boring day at CHROME. I groaned in frustration at the thought.

I loved everything about being a spy. I loved the adrenaline rush that coursed through my body every time Finn and I had to do a dangerous mission. I realized that I had a kink for thriller missions ever since my first field mission. The Allinol scam was when I had first met Finn McMissile and Siddeley. Ever since then, I had grown to love being a field agent.

But this time was different. I still loved my job and was grateful that I was still alive, even after all those risky times of almost dying. The thing was... the missions Finn and I received, they were... well... child's play. They were boring and easy, Finn didn't seem to mind, but I felt... bored I guess. This was not a game though, and I knew that, but it's what I loved doing.

Perhaps I should take a break from all this spy business. I thought, then I shook my head.

I couldn't, if I did I would surely get fired, or face the consequences of not fulfilling my duties as an agent.

My responsibilities to CHROME are crucial. If I were to ignore them... that wouldn't be... responsible! I had not realized that I was staring out the window until I felt a presence beside me.

Siddeley was wearing his usual silver jacket with the CHROME badge sewed on it. The difference I spotted was that he was wearing gym shorts and a pair of running shoes instead of his regular black jeans and white converse shoes. His hair was drenched in sweat and he looked as if he had just run a marathon. He was panting heavily, trying to catch his breath.

I gave him a look of disgust and scooted away from him, creating a large gap between us. Siddeley looked like he was about to say something but just kept panting. I rolled my eyes and shut my laptop off.

After a couple more breaths, Siddeley finally spoke, "Holley! Are you busy?" he asked, but before I could even open my mouth to answer, he interrupted me. "Good."

Siddeley lunged at me and grabbed my laptop. He opened it and began feverishly typing on it.

I glared at him, but he just rolled his eyes. I was not fond of people touching my personal things! (A/N: Wow that sounds wrong, LOL!) I sat beside him and looked at the screen. I still kept my distance though.

"Why are you sweating?"

"CHROME decided that it was a good idea to do some drills in case of emergency." Siddeley explained, not taking his eyes off the screen. "They did it at a bad time too. I was in the middle of putting some ointment on-"

"Never mind, forget I asked." I said with a disgusted look on my face which only caused Siddeley to smirk. I decided to change the topic. "So what are you doing now, and why are you on my laptop?" I said putting emphasis on the word 'my'.

Siddeley rolled his eyes again, but gave my laptop back after a screen popped up.

"After the all the drills, I turned on my CMP (A/N: CHROME Music Player, and yes, I decided to make it branded by CHROME. Problem?) and started listening to the radio. Then I heard them say that Hallie Jaguar is in London for a concert!" Siddeley explained. "Then they said that they were going to do a contest or something. You were supposed to call the radio station and if you were the thirtieth caller then you would win two free tickets to see her, plus V.I.P. passes. I knew that you were a fan so I called in... and I won!" By the time Siddeley had finished speaking, my jaw dropped.

Hallie Jaguar was the number one pop sensation! She was internationally famous and already had three albums out. I absolutely loved her! Her music was amazing, not to mention her sense in fashion. She would make my inner-girl stand out every time I would hear her sing. Sometimes, I would wonder what it would be like to be her. She earned her fame and fortune by her musical talent. Comparing her to me?

I'm just some brainy nerd. I thought, but then smirked. But I'm a brainy nerd that works for a secret agency.

Being an agent, had its perks. But being a pop star? Now that's living life.

"OH THANK YOU SO MUCH SIDDELEY!" I squealed happily. "I'm so happy, I could kiss you!... If I didn't have a boyfriend... and if you weren't sweating."

Siddeley just laughed as I kept squealing. Yes, I was squealing, just because I'm a twenty-two year old spy doesn't mean that I can't act like a little girl! Well... it does to Finn, but he wasn't there at the moment so I didn't care.

Present day...

So that's how it started. Now, I was currently begging Siddeley to come with me. I could go by myself, but I was always a shy person inside. If I were to go alone then I'd just stutter and say stupid things that would make Hallie Jaguar feel awkward and disturbed. Yes, I had that effect on people before. It was completely embarrassing. So I needed Siddeley to come with me! There were two tickets and V.I.P. passes, so he'd be allowed in. I couldn't ask Finn because... I don't think people like him would like to see pop stars like Hallie.

"Please Siddeley!" I pleaded, "Just this once! I won't ask for anything ever again!"

Siddeley raised his eyebrow at me, clearly unconvinced. He continued doing his paperwork while I was getting more frustrated.

"You're the one who got me the tickets in the first place!" I said.

"Yeah, but I thought you would go with someone other than me... like Miss Carrera." Siddeley said, not looking up.

"Yes, but Sally is busy!" I whined, "And besides, the flight from Radiator Springs to London would take too long!"

"Holley!"

"Siddeley!" Finally, I had no choice but to go to my last resort. I took a sighed, then mentally cursed myself for what I was about to say next. "I'll do anything!"

That sentence immediately caught Siddeley's attention. He smiled at me deviously before running out of the room and returning with a calendar. On it were some dates stamped.

"Fine!" He smirked, "Wash my jet for the rest of the year, every week and we have a deal."

I glared at him. He couldn't be serious right? Unfortunately he was.

"It's a deal." I grumbled.

Siddeley smirked then continued doing his paperwork. Just then, Finn walked into the room with a briefcase and a mug.

"Hello Miss Shiftwell, Siddeley." He greeted us.

Siddeley just waved his hand, not looking up while I just smiled at Finn.

"Hello Finn, any new missions today?" I asked hopefully.

Finn smirked then replied, "What, capturing Zundapp multiple times isn't enough action for you?"

"Someone should really put a bell on that man." I muttered under my breath. "Anyway, it's not that... It's just... lately our missions have been boring! I miss all the action! It's just not as interesting anymore."

Finn frowned then said, "Now Holley, you know that our jobs are not for our own amusement. They-"

"Yes, I know Finn," I interrupted him while rolling my eyes. "They are important to the agency and, most likely, the world."

Siddeley looked up from his paperwork to add, "Without us the world would be a chaotic mess. It's vital that we do as jobs, whether we like it or not."

"Well tomorrow is my birthday and my day off, so hopefully I'll have a good time at the concert." I said before walking over to my desk.

"Concert?" Finn asked confused.

"Yes, Finn, a concert. A seven letter word meaning a live performance typically consisting of musicians." Siddeley said pulling out a pair of glasses and a dictionary out of no where. "Translation, something you would never go to."

I snickered a bit as Finn glared at Siddeley, who was toying with the pair of glasses. "These aren't even mine, I don't even wear glasses!"

"Hey! That's mine!" I said then grabbed them from his grasp.

"I know what a concert is Siddeley!" Finn said irritated.

Siddeley and I both exchanged glances before fake gasping causing Finn to glare at both of us.

"Anyway, I wasn't aware Holley was going to a concert tomorrow, I was simply questioning her about it."

"Well now you know Finn." I said happily, "Siddeley won me tickets to see my favourite singer of all time."

"I would ask who, but I'm busy at the moment." Finn said glaring at Siddeley once again.

"What?" Siddeley asked defensively, "I was just being nice." He said innocently.

Finn sat beside Siddeley as he pulled out some papers and a laptop. They both just sat there working while I was on my own laptop searching up some songs by Hallie Jaguar. I plugged my ear buds in the laptop and began listening to a few of her songs.

They were so moving, so inspirational. Just like her. Hallie Jaguar. Must be easy living the good life. No responsibilities, but so much success. No risking her job, just doing her own thing. Last but not least, a new amazing adventure everyday. Being adored by fans, not getting attacked by Zundapp and his little minions.

Being a spy is great... But I wonder what it's like being an international pop star...

Hallie's POV

"Hallie! You have two photo shoots to go to, not to mention the autograph signing at three, and then you have a meeting with the cast if Dawn Vampires, plus that interview with Kennedy Sunne of Living The Star Life." (A/N: I just made all of that up, but if it is real, which it's probably not, then I don't own it!) Henry said quickly in one breath. Once he was done talking, he started panting, then regained his composure and glared at me. "You are late!"

This is probably confusing, so let me explain everything. My whole life story... Don't worry, I'm not very descriptive.

My name is Hallie Jaguar, I'm twenty-two years old and I'm a singer. Not to brag or anything but I'm internationally famous. Oh yeah! I've been singing ever since I can remember, but I started my music career five years ago when I was seventeen. I'm from Pennsylvania, which is in America... so I'm American. Don't get me wrong, I love America! It's just... I've always wanted to travel the world. And I have!

You'd probably think that I'm living my dream, that I could get anything I ever want and more. Most people would think that with fame, fortune and fans I could practically just sit back and relax. Think this is the good life? Well it's not... not exactly...

When I first got signed to my first record contract, I was freaking out, in a good way. I wrote my own songs, due to the many inspiring and motivating fans I had. But as I got older, my music career became more... serious.

When I turned twenty, almost everything changed. My songs were written for me, I was forced to model for all types of magazine covers, most of which I didn't like and everyone was saying how 'I should act more mature now that I'm twenty.'

Being the rebel I was, I just ignored them and kept doing things my way. My fans were loyal to me, but about a quarter percentage of them left me. They said the exact same things. They also said that my music was all about the same thing and that I should try something new. I couldn't believe that they actually expected me to change who I was, but that was the reality of things.

Anyway, things are different now. I'm twenty-two years old, not a kid or a teen, but an adult. Tomorrow would be my twenty-third birthday, and as usual, it's the same thing I have to keep telling myself, "Impress for success."

That motto was completely wrong, not to mention stupid. But that's what Henry always told me. And I hate to say it, but he was right. It's what the media wants and thinks.

Who's Henry? Henry Mitchell is my manager and agent. He's a strict, boring know-it-all and a pain in the ass. But his methods and plans do work, and that was all that mattered to me. Even though I was basically a puppet to everyone I still had the right to talk and be my sassy, annoying, food-loving self. Attractive, right? Note the sarcasm.

That about wraps it up.

"Oh put a sock in it Henry, I'm not in the mood." I snapped at him.

He gritted his teeth angrily then shouted at me, "Oh shut up you diva! You are late and I am not going to give the producers another excuse as to why! So just get your pretty little self ready for the cameras and shut yourself up!"

This was our daily argument. Everyday we would argue about the most stupidest things. Like yesterday, there was only one strawberry left for dessert, so we practically wrestled each other for it. Hey, nobody gets between me and my food!

"Lazy ass leech." I muttered under my breath as I brushed my blond hair.

"Self-absorbed brat." I heard his mumble.

We both exchanged fake smiles that obviously meant that we wanted to rip each apart. But, him being my manager, and me being a so-called 'diva' we had to coöperate. I don't even think he knew that word existed.

But tomorrow was my birthday, and if I wanted to get the slightest amount of freedom then I had to get on this bastard's good side. So once Henry left the room, I immediately got dressed. I didn't wear anything too fancy because I was going to a photo shoot first and would have my outfit chosen for me. So I put my blond hair in a bun, put on a pair of shorts, slipped on my leather jacket and threw on a pair of converse on my feet. It was a random outfit selection, but hey, it still worked out.

Once I walked out of the hotel, that I was currently staying at, I noticed Henry was waiting by the limo waiting to drive me to the photo shoot. Luckily, none of my fans or the paparazzi knew the location of the hotel, so there weren't any around to swarm me with autograph requests and questions.

"It's about time!" He said as he got in, not bothering to wait for me.

I just gave him a death glare before getting in. We both sat away from each, not wanting each other's presence near. I decided to ignore Henry for a bit and focus more on my birthday.

Tomorrow I would be twenty-three years old. Tomorrow I should be celebrating, but instead I'll just be performing at another concert in, none other than London, England. I was already in England, but tonight I had to go take a short ride over to London for the concert.

Sometimes I would wonder what it would like just being normal again. Before I became famous, I had a normal life. I had friends, an awesome family and amazing grades. But when fame came, my normal life left. I was busy all the time and barely saw my family. My friends had lost all contact with me, and I had to drop out of high school because I just couldn't cope with all of the work.

My life isn't boring at all, it's great, but it's fake. I used to be real, but I'm not, not anymore. Now, I want to be real again. I just want to live life being me, not some fake, perfect barbie doll that everyone expects me to be. But I can't.

"Hey! Wake up from your day-dream, princess!" Henry seethed, snapping his fingers harshly in my face. "I said we're here! What are you deaf?"

"No, but at least I'm not idiotic like you." I said pushing him out of the limo, before getting out myself.

"Bitch." I heard him mutter.

"Bastard." I said to him straight, while giving him the finger.

Once I walked into the building, followed by a fuming Henry, I was immediately surrounded by photographers and stylists. They were shoving clothes and papers into my arms.

I plastered on a fake smile, but mentally groaned.

If I wasn't fake, I would be so much happier. Living like this, being everyone's puppet is ridiculous! If I could just go out in public and be myself, express myself, then I'd be so much happier.

I'd give anything to just be myself for at least one day so that I won't have to wonder 24/7, 'What would it be like to live normally?'

A/N: Okay, I really didn't want to post this story until after I was done with my other two, but I couldn't help it! I was spending more time working on this than the other two and I thought it would be fair to just show you people what I was working on. Uugghh! I know I'm so gonna regret doing this.

But anyway, enough about that. What did you think so far?

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