7 Summers

Chapter 3: Cars and beer

Bailey's POV

Today is the 50th annual Backwater car show. Frank, Jonah, and I were looking at all the firebirds and plymouths, listening to Frank talk about his connections not only in cars, but in Nascar.

"Did Ryan ever ask you to come to a race, Bailey?" Frank asks.

"Grandpa!" Jonah scolds.

"Jonah. It's okay. To answer your question, Frank, no he did not. Chase asked me once, and I went. Ryan wasn't happy about it. He also asked me to go to the red carpet, Ryan didn't want me there either."

"I never liked that boy."

"You and mama both." I smiled, remembering all the happy memories I had of me and my parents.

"They are sure as hell proud of their little girl. I know I am." He smiles at me.

"Thanks Frank." He had basically been my family, him and Jonah.

"Woah!" Frank laughs, looking in the center of the field where all the cars were.

"That's for you!" Jonah smiles, leading him in the center.

"For me?" Frank smiles.

"Yes, for you!"

"Best grandson ever!" He says, hugging him. "Bailey! Come over here and take a selfie!" Jonah says. I chuckled, and pulled out my phone, taking a picture of the three of us. "Now post that. You haven't posted in forever."

"Yes sir." I chuckled, posting it on Twitter. I quickly shoved my phone in my back pocket and then looked around at all the other cars.

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The car show was a really big deal. Like there were many family gatherings, games, prizes, all kinds of things. Jonah had asked me to come to a party with him tonight, I didn't really want to go, but I also didn't have an option. Frank was even making me go.

"You need to loosen up a little." Frank chuckles.

"Alright. I'll go." I rolled my eyes, smiling.

"That's ma girl." Once we got there, I saw a black Silverado. Chase's dream car. Our dream car. But I knew he wouldn't be here. There was no way. I followed Jonah into the kitchen as he handed me a beer.

"Go mingle." Jonah says. I went to argue, but he gave me that 'its an order' look and I knew I wouldn't get him off my back until I did. I huffed, as he went outside. A couple of hours went by, and I still hadn't mingled. I swear I saw those familiar brown eyes looking at me, but I had also been losing sleep. Same thing with Ryan's blue eyes. I had to get out of this damn house. I panicked, looking for a way out, I quickly spotted the back door, and made my way outside. I needed the fresh air, and I needed to get away from the past. I had to accept Ryan wasn't ever coming back. I made it into the backyard, where there were plenty of trees. I was pissed, my mind was messing with me.

"Fuckin Liar." I mumbled, chucking a rock into the woods. I finished the rest of the bottle, and threw that too. I don't know how many beers I had, but I knew it was enough to make me see things that weren't there. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and stumbled my way back home, all the way across town. I saw couples walking hand in hand, a reminder of what I can't have. I slammed the front door shut, and didn't even make it to my bedroom before passing out on the floor. Good thing I had tomorrow off.

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Friday afternoon rolls around, and here I am, working on the mayors car. Well...detailing it and cleaning it. I really didn't want to talk about anything today, I was still dealing with a semi hangover from the other day, but it wasn't anything major.