Loving #199

Feisty Pants

Today was the rally! And to be honest, I'm actually really glad that my uncle and Trav aren't competing against eachother! They're actually on the same team this time, but my uncle is pretty much his crew chief. It is colder than Frosty's ballsack outside, so I'm pretty bundled up in my Holister jeans, my tan ugg boots, a tshirt, a DC hoodie and my Volcom snowboarding jacket, with a thick knitted infinity scarf and a matching beanie. I left my hair straight and had on some big pearl earrings. I rode with both my uncle and Travis to the rally that was about an hour away. This was nothing new to me, I had been inside rally cars with uncle Ken before, and of course been on the sides watching in the pits.

We arrived and the boys were almost instantly taken away from me. Travis pulled me into a tight hug,

"Good luck.." I said to him with a smile.

"Thank you Harley Elizabeth." he smiled back.

I pulled his sleeve of his coat and stood on my tip toes to whisper in his ear,

"If you place first, I might let you get to third base tonight." I whispered and then winked at him.

He smiled and threw his head back with double fists in the air, pretending like he'd been waiting forever. I smacked his arm and he winked at me and blew me an almost unnoticeable kissy face making me giggle.

Travis placed second in qualifications, meaning he starts second in the heats. He stopped his car at the pits to tell Ken something before moving on to the first heat. Before he took off again he looked at me and gave me a thumbs up and I did the same followed by blowing him a quick kiss. There was this super douche in a bright purple car that was pretty upset that he didn't qualify first or second.. Not even third.. More like 6th. So I'm sitting next to my uncle for warmth as we wait for the horn to blow. The cars took off and my heart jumped with adrenaline hoping Travis would do awesome. They were coming into the second turn on the track that was super sharp and required some strategy to get around it successfully. Suddenly, a few cars in the back got caught up and the sixth place car shot across the rest and pinned Travis RIGHT into the wall, killing his car and ripping off the tire fenders and bumper. Travis was PISSED! The car was shot completely and he had to pull out of the race to figure out what they were gonna do about a car to race with now since the douche that was mad about placing had to take out Travis CLEARLY on purpose. After Trav was done talking to the crew about the rules and what to do next, he was sitting alone on a fold out chair trying to calm down. I walked over to him and pulled up a chair.

"Heyy.." I said quietly as I grabbed his hand and rubbed it, seeing that he was clearly pissed off.

He looked up at me and looked back down, clenching his jaws.

"Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" I asked looking under his ball cap to see his face.

"Yeah I'm okay H. Just pissed the fuck off. I can't believe that fucking dick that was uncalled for. Now they're having to go through the rules and I might not get to race at all." he said bouncing his leg. I set my hand on his leg to stop it, then I came up to whisper in his ear again, or so he thought.

I kissed his cheek sweetly and slowly, making him relax a little as I rubbed his shoulders.

"It'll be okay. I'll be right back Trav." I said and he nodded and took a sip of his redbull.

I stood up and looked around, taking a deep breath. Once I spotted the douche bag driver that wrecked my lover, I decided on paying him a visit since it was illegal for Travis to. I walked right up to him until he realized I was approaching him and he stood up as if I wanted his autograph and smiled.

"Hey dickhole! Yeah you!" I said as I stood infront of him.

"Excuse me?" he said taken back.

"What you did out there was cheap and pathetic bro. It's a damn race, what did mommy and daddy teach you to throw bitchfits when you don't get your way? Well that's not the way we do it here we are professionals not douche bag kids on a playground." I said and shoved him.