7 Summers

Chapter 7: Boo's boo boo's

Bailey's POV
Today is Friday, and Chase has to leave tonight. Today is gonna suck. I didn't want to get attached as fast as I did, but I did.

"Ready to go?" Chase smiles, placing his hat on my head weirdly.

"Yeah." I smiled looking up at his goofy smile. Chase put his arm around my lower half as we walked to the bakery, then to the shop. 

"Jordan." I threw the extra sandwich to him.

"Thanks Bails." He smiles. Chase guides me to the back of the shop, and sits me up on the counter.

"Chase." I giggled as he stood in between my legs, and started kissing my neck.

"Hmmmm?" He smiles against my neck.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean? I'm just givin my girl some love." He giggles. Chase was cute when he giggled. 

"But I have to work."

"There's no one here."

"Jordan's right around the corner." I rolled my eyes.

"Fine. But I ain't done." he smirks. Chase helped me down from the counter, and walked with me into the waiting area. 

"Bailey! Can I just leave my car here for an hour? Jeff is making his famous cinnamon roll donut balls. And he just looks so cute making them!" Mrs. Smith gushes.

"What the heck, Jeff? Those are my favorite." I huffed. "Yeah, just park it in the back." 

"I'll be back later. I gotta do somethin." Chase says, kissing my forehead and following Smith out the door. 

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It's been a couple of hours, and Chase still isn't back. I dropped my wrench in the truck, which of course it fell all the way down in between the engine and the radiator. 

"Son of a bitch." I growled, leaning over the front end of the car. It didn't help that I was also standing on a step stool to do this. I reached down with my left hand, and was now laying on top of the parts. 

"No need to get aggressive with the truck, Bails." Jordan chuckles, coming over and looking at what I'm doing.

"What are you doin?"

"I dropped the wrench down in between these and I can't get it....oh nevermind I got it." I said, then tried to pull my hand back up. "Uh oh." I looked at Jordan in a panic.

"What's uh oh?"

"I can't get my hand out." I yanked but then winced as something dug into my skin.

"Go get help." I looked at Jordan, who nodded and ran out the front door.

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"Bailey. What happened?" Chase and Jordan came jogging towards me.

"Well....what's that?" I asked, nodding towards the bag.

"Bailey. Focus." Chase warns. I huffed and told him what happened. I hadn't eaten anything all day, I've been working on this damn truck.

"Okay. This is gonna suck, but I know what to do. Happened to William." Chase looks at me, "A buddy of mine." He clarifies. I nodded and waited as he told me what he was gonna do. Chase wiped his hand all across anything he could, getting as much grease as he could, then coming to my right side, wiping it all over my arm. 

"Okay, when I say three, We're gonna pull you're arm free, okay?" He says. I nodded. "1...2...3" We both pulled and my hand became free. 

"That is a lot of blood. I got it from here, you go take care of her." Jordan says, Chase nods, taking my other hand and walking me back to my cabin. He sets the bag down on the counter and takes me into my bathroom, sitting me up on the counter. 

"You're bein really brave. I would probably panic if it was me." He chuckles. 

"Believe me, I did panic. Just not in front of you." I laughed nervously as he cleaned out the cut on my hand. 

"I'm gonna wrap it." He says, grabbing the stuff for it. I basically held my breath as he wrapped my hand. "There, all done." He smiles. 

"Thanks Chase." I leaned up, kissing his cheek.

"I find it cute that you have to use a stool to get into the trucks." He smirks as he turns on my shower. He memorized my routine fast.

"Not everyone was gifted with height." I laughed.

"He gave you the gift of beauty." Chase winks at me.

"Oh my gosh. You are so cheesy." I shook my head. 

"But again, its kinda cute."

"Sure." I rolled my eyes, pushing him out the door. He laughed all the way into the kitchen. After I was done showering, I put on black joggers and Chase's white shirt. I sat on the couch crissed crossed as he handed me a water bottle, then sat next to me and opened the bag. 

"You didn't." I was absolutely shocked.

"I did." He beams. Chase actually stood in line for hours just to get my favorite cinnamon roll bites from the bakery.

"You're my favorite." I said softly, cuddling up next to him. 

"I take care of my boo." He laughs as I took one from the bag. 

"I like Darlin better." I giggled as I looked up at him.

"Noted." Chase smiles as he takes one from the bag. "Damn, now I see why you like these so much." Chase always knew how to make me laugh. After we were done, I slipped on my shoes and followed him to the end of the road, where his truck was parked. He put his bag in the front seat, then put his hands on my waist. 

"I'm gonna miss having you around here." I said, putting my arms around his neck. 

"I'm gonna miss being around you." He smiles.

"Seriously Chase. I really really like you." That was the first time I've ever actually said I like him without being drunk. Chase's eyes softened as he looked at me.

"I really, really like you too." He presses his forehead to mine. "I'll be back in about a week. I gotta go home, make sure my parents are doin okay, and the rest of my town."

"I get that. You were always a small town boy, Ryan never understood that."

"He's from North Carolina, he basically grew up on the track."

"Didn't you?" I laughed.

"Yeah." Chase smiles. We stood there for a good five minutes, not saying anything, just hugging.

"I should probably get going if I want to be there by 10 am." He says softly.

"Okay." Chase kisses me on the cheek, and I returned it.

"Bye Darlin."

"Bye Chase." I said softly, as he got into his truck. I waved to him as he drove away. I took a deep breath and went back to my house.

I know this one is short, but I've got a Chase POV chapter coming out!!