7 Summers

Chapter 11: Georgia

Bailey's POV

I played with Chase's hair while he slept with his head on my chest. His hair was really soft and fluffy.

"Mornin." Chase smiles.

"Mornin, you two." Oh no, that was the town Sheriff.

"This is the second time I've caught yall passed out over here." Sheriff reminds us. Chase half smirks at me.

"We'll get goin sheriff."

"Good, I've got tons of college students dropping by here in about 10 minutes. Summer break." He says, getting into the cop car and driving away.

"We better get goin." Chase says, hopping over the edge of his truck and helping me down. We moved the blankets into the back and drove back to my house. Chase was still half asleep, so I grabbed his hand and walked into my bedroom, laying down and he laid down beside me.

"I love how dark you keep it in here." He says.

"Easier to sleep during the day when its dark." I giggled.

"True." He puts his arm around my waist, and his head on my stomach.

"Not a fan of pillows anymore, huh?" I teased.

"Nope. I like layin on my boo." He says, giving me a kiss and then falling asleep again. I did the same.
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About two weeks have passed, and me and Chase are still happy as can be. The race is in Atlanta, and Chase has been begging me to come down to Dawsonville for the week, so I packed my duffle bag and drove down to Georgia. I hadn't slept at all, I was too excited to see my man. I just pulled into Chase's driveway with him waiting outside for me. I put the car in park, and got out, handing Chase the keys.

"Glad you listened and got a rental." He says, putting the keys in his back pocket. 

"I did, but honestly I don't know that anyone would recognize my car from another state." I pointed out.

"Yeah well apparently no one in this town knows if Blaney is here. He's like a ghost. He's here one minute, and in North Carolina the next."

"Do you still want me to come to the race this weekend? I can get tickets and sit in the bleachers." I offered.

"No. I want you there. You may not be in my pit box, but I'll know you're only a matter of feet away from me if I need you." He says, opening the front door and letting me in. I placed my bag in his extra closet, and added my boots in there too. 

"So, when do we leave?" I asked, hopping up on his counter and watching him set up his laptop on the kitchen table.

"Tomorrow morning at 4 am. Practice is at 8, and Qualifying is at 3, and the race is at 6." He says, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Okay, cool." I nodded. 

"Sorry Darlin. I know how you are with wakin up early." He chuckles.

"Its an hour difference, Clyde." I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile. Chase comes over, kissing me nice and slow, then pulling away and sitting down at the table as his meeting started. I stuck out my bottom lip at him, and fake pouted. I hopped down and grabbed a snack from his fridge, and started randomly dancing around the kitchen island. I knew Chase was watching me, smiling. He couldn't keep a straight face while he talked about his car.

"You're moods been different the past few months. You've been a lot more interactive with other people, and you're usually a shy person, Chase. What's different?"

"Uh yeah. I took a little trip a couple of months ago, and I guess I had a new perspective on life. You know, sometimes that's all you need. Taking a trip with a friend can really make you see what you value the most in life." Chase smiles at me. I giggled softly, smiling back at him.