NASCAR Driver Preferences

Sprint Cup champion

Joey Logano

"WOOHOO! THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!" With the way you were yelling out the window of the car, someone would think you had just won a NASCAR championship, not your boyfriend. Joey was in the back seat next to you, totally cracking up.

"Stop that! You're gonna embarrass me!" You plopped back down next to him and rolled your eyes.

"Oh c'mon," you said. "I'm just so excited!"

"I can tell that," he chuckled, pulling you close. "I'm glad you're here."

You looked up at him. You pressed your lips against his for a moment. "Of course. There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

The two of you decided to go out for dinner after the race and all of the festivities at the track. By the time you arrived at the restaurant, your excitement had been subdued, but not lost.

You made it a point to tell everyone you talked to--from the host to the server and even the busser--that you were here with the newly crowned NASCAR Sprint Cup champion, whether they cared or not. When a fan meekly approached your table and asked for a picture with Joey, you happily obliged and offered to take the picture.

You were just so proud of your boyfriend's accomplishment, you wanted the world to know about it. You also wanted the world to know he was yours.

Ryan Blaney

You knew this moment would come eventually, but you had no idea it would happen this soon. Here you were, standing in Victory Lane, watching your boyfriend, Ryan Blaney, celebrate as the Sprint Cup champion. And boy, was he celebrating.

The last of the interviews had ended a few minutes ago, and you stood off to the side to allow Ryan to celebrate with his team. His teammate Joey Logano came by to congratulate him, and you started chatting with his wife, Brittany.

"Y/N!!!!!" Your conversation was interrupted by your boyfriend coming over to you and wrapping you in a very tight hug. "I'm soooo glad you're here!"

"Oh god," you muttered. You looked over Ryan's shoulder at Brittany. "Sorry!"

She couldn't keep from cracking up. "No worries. You look like you have your hands full. I'll see you later."

You finally pulled away from the hug, and you couldn't help but laugh at Ryan. He was totally soaked in Gatorade and champagne, his hair was a mess and the NASCAR cap on his head was crooked. His appearance and behavior confirmed your suspicions.

"Are you drunk?" you asked with a mock disappointment.

"Well, yeah," he replied, as if he was offended you'd even asked. "I just won the freaking championship!!!"

You smiled. "Good point. Well, if you're done here, why don't we head back to your motorhome and relax a little? I don't want to be worried about you wandering around the infield without your wits."

Ryan wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and the two of you headed for the infield. "See, that's why I love you. You're soooo nice!"

You blushed when he said "love you." You didn't want to freak out about it, but you couldn't help but grin. "That's what I'm here for. Now, c'mon, let's get you to the RV before you fall over on me."

Kyle Larson

"Y/N, are you almost ready?" Kyle asked from the living room of your hotel suite. The two of you were about to head to the Sprint Cup banquet, where your boyfriend would be giving the champion's speech. Yep, Kyle was a NASCAR champion.

"Yeah, just a sec," you replied as you finished applying your lipstick. You stepped out of the bathroom and presented yourself to Kyle with a flourish. "Ta-da!"

"Wow" was all he could say at first. He stared in awe at you in your red, floor-length halter dress. Your hair was in a wavy updo, and you completed your look with a smoky eye and red lips.

You playfully pushed his shoulder to try to wake him from his stupor. "I'll take that as a compliment," you laughed. You looked at him in his classic black tuxedo. "You don't look so bad yourself."

He straightened his tie and grinned. "I bet we'll be the best-looking couple there!"

"Of course we will. We have to be. You're the champion, remember?"

Kyle pulled you close to him. "I really like the sound of that," he said before kissing you.

You let yourself enjoy the moment before pulling away. "Don't get started on that, or we'll never make it on time!" You headed for the door before stopping and turning back to him. "There'll be plenty of time for that after the banquet."

Chase Elliott

You beamed at your boyfriend from your spot behind the camera man as he was interviewed. He had just won his first Sprint Cup championship. You didn't think you had ever been this proud of someone before.

The reporter wrapped up the interview before the next commercial break. As soon as she said, "And cut," you rushed back over to Chase to hug him for what felt like the millionth time that night.

"Did you miss me?" he joked as you finally pulled away.

You laughed. "No. I'm just so excited. I can't believe it: Sprint Cup champion!"

"Sorry to interrupt..." You turned around and realized the reporter was still there. "Y/N, would you mind doing a quick interview after the break?"

You were taken aback. "You want to talk to me?"

"Yeah, reactions from loved ones are great."

"Uh..." You looked at Chase for guidance. He just shrugged with a smile, which gave you nothing. "...Sure."

"Great! Thanks! We're back in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Hey, everyone! I'm still here in Victory Lane, now joined by Y/N, Chase Elliott's girlfriend. Y/N, can you describe your emotions when you realized Chase was going to win the championship?"

"Um..." All of the sudden, your mind went blank. All you could do was stare at the little red light on the camera. But out of the corner of your eye, you saw Chase giving you an encouraging smile, and you gathered your wits again.

"Just a lot of pride. I know he's worked so hard for this for so long, and he really deserves it. I'm just happy I could be here with him for it."