ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀs - 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

[12] kyle larson ✗

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( 10/21/18 ) monster race
@ kansas

you were anxious this whole weekend. it was cut offs for the playoffs and currently your best friend was thirty—six points below the cut off line. he was twenty—six points below, but a stupid penalty caused him to lose ten points.

the first practice wasn't very good. kyle crashed into the wall and messed up his black and purple McDonalds sponsor car, so he had to go to his backup car, which wasn't upgraded like his main car was. second practice turned out good, but then final practice was bad. he didn't get a good spot in qualifying, but it didn't matter if he got a good position he still had to start in the very back for needing to go to the backup car. he was able to get up the third place, but it wasn't enough to advance, and sadly he was eliminated.

after his interview, you could see the sadness on his face. he walked towards you, and you gave him a small sad smile, yet he doesn't give one back. you open your arms, and he walks right into them, your arms wrapping around his waist. after a minute or two, you dragged him back to your guys shared trailer home.

Kyle sighs, tiredly unzipping his firesuit and changing out of it. you quickly change out of your pants and shirt, throwing on a more looser Kyle Larson 42 t-shirt and some black shorts. you grab onto his hand once he was changed and dragged him
over to the bed. your guys legs were tangled together, his face buried into your chest as his arms were wrapped around your waist and yours arms were wrapping around his shoulders, one hand on the back of his neck, running your fingers through his short black hair.

you place your lips against his forehead, your hands continuing to go through his hair. "i'm so proud of you." he doesn't say anything back, and you didn't expect him too. he had a real shitty season. he had a lot of opportunities to win, but something had to happen. you knew you couldn't do anything to make him feel better, so all you could do was hold him and run your fingers through his short hair.

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i lost motivation on this chapter that's why it's so freaking short but i think it's because i didn't want to relive my sadness when Kyle got eliminated.

also i wrote this like two months ago.

also i was gonna write a christmas special but i don't have time.

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