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11. Spending, Spending, Spending.

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-Beginning of Chapter 11-
I couldn't hold back my smile as we left the mall, half a dozen bags on his arms. They weren't heavy and I felt stupid not carrying anything, but he practically begged than he held it all.

Most of the clothing and product he bought was name-brand. Again, he insisted that I got the real deal, even though the knock-off worked almost just as good.

"Where would you like to go for lunch?" He asked and I hadn't even noticed it was nearly 2pm.

The adrenaline rush from shopping had distracted me from noticing I needed to eat. "I'm not really hungry right now, where do you wanna go?"

"Fast food, maybe? How does a burger joint sound." Monty asked as we walked out of the malls' arch entrance.

"It sounds just fine." I hummed and that's where we went; a local American fast food building.

We left the bags in his hellcat and order in the drive through. Monty drove a little while until he turned onto a graven path that led him to a picnic area next to a small waterfall.

He invited me to sit on the roof of his car, so I did and began to eat what I ordered. I hadn't noticed that he sat so close until his hand was resting on my thigh.

I tried not to notice, but my face began to heat up and I knew he saw. But he didn't mention it. Why didn't Monty say anything?

I felt like I was sitting there for hours, slowly chewing on my food as I stared at the waterfall in front of me. Then my head was on his shoulder. Did I do that? What is happening?

Everything felt involuntary, but I wasn't mad. I liked it for some reason; the warmth he offered, the soft and gentle fingers on his hands. His lips against mine.

I wanted him all to myself. Why did I feel like that? I felt jealous of the maids around his house and the fans that are socially accepted to stalk him all the time. Why can't I? I want to study his every move, word, and thought. I want to predict his next action. But that's just weird.

"What're you thinking about?" His words broke through my thoughts and I blinked back into reality.

"This beautiful waterfall." I lied. "I guess I've been living under a rock because I didn't think water could be this pretty."

He smiled. "Yeah, I like it too. I come down here to collect myself, usually before racing season starts."

"Tell me how your winter season goes." I asked, partially an order. Maybe I was being invasive by asking to know his schedule?

"Well," Monty started, flexing the fingers wrapped around my thigh, "I'm usually online for the first month. Catching up with fans, interviews, and keeping everyone informed for my next season. Also celebrating the holiday weekend with family. In January, I focus on my prep for the next season. Meaning living in my basement gym."

I hummed, nodding when he finished. "What about you?" Monty asked.

"Same as you, but much lighter. I laze around in bed watching Tiktoks at my sisters' house over in Cali. Then we visit our parents for the holiday weekend where ever they're at, then I go back to lazying around with a little bit of exersize."

Monty turned his attention to the river as I spoke, his food now finished and he took occasional sips from his soda. I continued, "my parents love going on vacations. They're filthy rich because they used to do these dangerous jobs all the time. I think they're up in Canada right now? Who knows."

"They sound pretty cool." He hummed and I shrugged.

"I suppose. They don't really communicate with us other than the holiday week. I guess we're all too busy to meet anytime else." Life with my parents had always been tough.

"You mentioned a sister earlier, how old is she?" He asked.

"I have two sisters and a brother. Trenton, Emily, and Chelsea. Trenton is an F1 racer, Chelsea does nursing, and Emily is still in school but she wants to be a judge."

"How old is Emily if she's still in school?" He asked.

"Sixteen."

"But your parents travel a lot. How does that work."

I looked over at him. "Shh, you can't tell the government. She basically owns her own house and is using our moms card to pay for stuff. It's good practice, actually. She knows money management pretty well."

"Is she in school right now? Or does she have a few months off." He asked, adjusting his position on the roof of the car.

"Yeah, she's in school. But when she has the week break we all head to our parent's." I replied and yawned, the cold finally reaching my skin under my clothes.

"That's cool. I've never actually met an F1 driver since they're usually in Europe. Is he pretty chill?" Monty mustn't be cold yet.

"Yeah, Trenton is cool. Though he's not a fan of Nascars so try not to joke around too much." I hummed.

We had talked for a while longer until Monty asked if I was ready to head back for the evening, and of course I did.

The car was nice and heated on the ride back and it made me feel extremely tired. I usually never slept this early, but I guess the active day had tired me out pretty fast.

I didn't tell him I was tired, though, since we had the majority of the evening left to do as we wished. Monty suggested watching a new movie, and I agreed.

There was plenty of pillows and blankets on the couch, so I positioned a few where I sat next to Montgomery. There was a fourth Cars movie released recently and he was desperate to watch it. I didn't think he would be a Disney cartoons person, but at the same time, he races; so it would make sense.

The plot was boring to me. It was a repeat of the third movie; just another rookie that beat the main character. Before I could feel it coming, I was already fast asleep with my head in Monty's lap.

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I'm actually so sorry this is a short chapter but I'm abt to pass out and this is all I could think of 😔🫶

Anyway, was that McQueen watching a movie abt McQueen?!?!?!!!?!?!