ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀs - 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

[9] ryan blaney ✗

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( 9/30/18 ) monster race
@ charolette roval

you cheered with excitement as your fiancé won stage two at the roval. he's been pushing hard this whole race. he was close to winning stage one, but Kyle Larson won that stage. luckily though, Ryan won stage two.

your boyfriend was the first to pit road, getting four tires. by the time the race had eight laps to go, you became more and more anxious. your eyes widen when you notice Brad Keselowski slide straight into the tire barrier, taking Kyle Larson, Kyle Busch, Paul Menard, and William Byron with him.

red flag came out, and by this point you were standing on your feet. you were glad your boyfriend wasn't caught up in the crash, but felt bad for those who were, especially Kyle Lason and Brad Keselowski, the two drivers practically dominating all race and now don't even have a shot at winning, especially Brad who's vehicle was very damaged and couldn't carry on.

once green flag was out, Martin Truex Jr. took the lead with Jimmie Johnson right behind him. your jaw drops down as Johnson and Truex were practically side by side. your jaw drops even farther down when Johnson tries to cut the corner and ends up running over a blue turtle, causing him to spin out. thinking Truex was going to win, Johnson's car then taps Truex's, causing him to lose control and spin out.

you didn't know your boyfriend was in third place the whole time, you were so focused on Truex and Johnson.

"Ryan Blaney will win at the roval!"

a cheer escapes your lips as you jump up and down excitedly in Ryan's pit box. you quickly turn and huge his crew members, and then his sister and parents. you rush down the ladder and towards the track. Chase Elliott, your best friend, had a huge smile on his face and quickly hugs you, before helping you over pit road.

you rush towards your boyfriends car, as he climbs out. he didn't do a burnout, he never does and you think he never will. the minute his feet hit the ground and his helmet it off and on top of his car, you fling yourself into his arms.

you hurry your head into his neck as your hands found there way into his long brown locks. "i'm so fucking proud of you baby."

a deep chuckle escapes his throat as he holds onto you tightly, placing his lips against the crown of your head. as you pull away from him to get interviewed, you stand very close besides him, your fingers laced together. you stare at him admiringly as he talks with a huge smile on his face and occasionally running his left large veiny hand through his long hair, which was slightly greasy from the sweat. once he was done with the quick interview, he walks towards the stands with the checkered flag.

a large smile was on your face and your eyes were slightly blurry with tears out of happiness for the love of your life. your hands were placed over one another over your heart as you watched him reach up into the stands and give the checkered flag to a little boy with the crowd roaring behind him. a small chuckle escapes your lips as you notice the shirt and the hat on the little boy, a Kyle Busch fan, yet he had a very excited look.

Ryan turns back to you, his smile widening as he noticed how excited and happy you were, practically having trouble to stand still. he grabs your hands, holding them tightly in his as he slightly lowers his head down so you can here him better. "wanna drive to pit road?"