Summary: Usually you hear of people dating their bosses daughters just to advance themselves up the corporate ladder, but does that rule apply to drivers dating their respective crew-cheif's daughter?

Stanley, North Carolina

"Why is it that everytime we party, I'm always the one that is the designated driver?" Asked twenty four year old Kristy. "and the drunk people are people obviously under the legal age to drink in the first place," She added.

What she was meaning was that she was currently driving her blue 2010 Toyota Camry and the people that were also in the car that were drunk or almost drunk out of their minds were twenty year old Megan and nineteen year old Kyra.

"I don't know," Megan slurred. "We-we-we just have a-a- good way of getting into-dancing places un-under age," She slurred.

"Exactly," Kyra slurred. She wasn't drunk enough that she was just saying gibberish and trying to get words out of her mouth like Megan, but she was pretty much drunk.

Kristy rolled her eyes. "Kyra, the only reason why they let you into clubs when your nineteen is because of your last name plus you make fucking fake ID's and Megan just makes fake ID's," Kristy said then saw that Kyra and Megan were rolling their eyes which made Kristy roll her eyes. "Why do I bother to hang out with you guys on Saturday nights?" She asked.

"Because we need a non-drunk person to drive us home," Kyra slurred with a small laugh and a smile on her face.

Kristy rolled her eyes and continued to drive to Megan's house to drop her off. She glanced at the clock in the car and saw that it was flashing 4:15 AM. "Holy fuck, when did we leave to go to the club?" Kristy asked.

Megan hiccupped before slurring, "Think 11,"

"Fuck, we've been partying for 5 hours and fifteen minutes," Kristy commented. "I'm so going to get in trouble for not being at my house by my curfew," She commented.

"You still have a curfew?" Kyra asked before insanely laughing. "What a loser," She slurred.

"Hey, you have one too missy," Kristy asked.

"Yeah, but mine's six thirty bitch," Kyra slurred.

"I thought it was 1:30 in the morning," Megan slurred.

Kyra was silent before yelling, "FUCK!"

FF Few Hours

When Kristy finally stopped in front of Kyra's house, Kyra looked at the windows and saw that it was dark—meaning that her mom was sleeping. "Yes, I could get away with this," Kyra slurred.

"How do I have a feeling that it's not?" Kristy asked then when Kyra flipped her off, Kristy dropped her mouth slightly in a jokingly shocked expression before Kyra exited the car, walked up the steps and silently entered the house.

When Kyra entered the house, she closed the door silently behind her and saw the dark house ahead of her and thinking that she'll get away from being home way past her curfew and she thought she would have it in the bag when she silently walked up the stairs to her bedroom, but it was when she accidentally bumped her shin against the leg of a nearby table. "MOTHERFUCKER!" Kyra screamed as she was holding her shin in pain.

"Kyra Joselyn Grace Ford where have you been all night?" My mother Robin asked as she walked out of her bedroom, turned on the hallway light and looked at me like she wanted to kill me.

"Mom-hi," Kyra slurred as she waved at her mother.

"Guess you went to the clubs again because you're drunk. Kyra, you know you're not supposed to go to the clubs for another two years because you're still under aged," Robin stated. "What would your father say if he was here right now?" She asked.

"He would leave me off the hook because he knows that I wanna go to the clubs badly despite being underaged," Kyra slurred slightly as she was looking at the ground.

"No—he'll agree with me, ground you for about a month like I have been doing since you started this when you were eighteen years fucking old and basically put you under house arrest after you're grounding has been lifted for about till your sixty fucking years old!" Robin screamed.

"Mom—I'm nineteen years old, allow me to have some freedom here!" Kyra screamed.

"You're supposed to be in fucking college!" Robin screamed. "What happened to that huh? Remember when you were five years old and you can't wait to go to college to follow your dream of being a high school English teacher?" Robin asked a little more calmer.

"Mom—you're obviously a stupid ho because I clearly wanted to become a dancer and appear on Dancing with the fucking Stars!" Kyra screamed.

"You weren't going to become a dancer anyways!" Robin screamed.

"I seem to have a great passion in it because I won seventeen gold fucking medals since I was nine and around ten first place trophies when I was fourteen!" Kyra screamed.

Robin was about to say something before Kyra continued, "Mom—get out of my fucking face you fucking skank!"

"You know what?" Robin screamed.

"You're going to drop dead in a fucking ocean?" Kyra guessed with a smile on her face.

"No—I have enough of you Kyra Joselyn Grace Ford, you are nothing but a low-life stupid slut who wastes her time partying with her slutty friends who are probably going to wind up dead before they reached thirty!" Robin screamed.

"Well I'm done with a mother who should probably be Hitler's wife back when World War II was happening because you sure act like him!" Kyra screamed before walking and pushing her mother out of the way and entering the room, slamming the door behind her on the way.

Robin sighed a frustrating sigh before walking over to the nearest phone. Taking another sigh, she picked up the phone, dialled the first number she thought of in her head and walked just to the door of her daughter's bedroom just so that even Kyra can hear what she was saying.

"Hey sweetheart, anything wrong?" Asked Robin's husband Mike.

"Mike—it's our daughter," Robin started getting straight to the point. "I think she's more out of control more than ever,"

"When is she isn't?" Mike asked. "she went out past her curfew again?" He asked.

"That—plus she's drunk and started to back-talk to me," Robin said. "She never did that even the first few times this has happened," Robin stated.

"That bad, huh?" Mike asked.

"Yes," Robin said and she sounded like she was crying. "Mike—I think she needs to be with you for a while," Robin said.

"Why" Mike asked.

"Because she hasn't seen her damn father since the beginning of the NASCAR season, duh," Robin said.

"What about the Easter holidays?" Mike asked.

"She was out with Megan and Kristy during the holidays making you two not se each other," Robin pointed out. "So, please can you take her in? Just until NASCAR's next off weekend," Robin said.

Mike was silent before saying, "alright, have her take the next flight from Stanley to Dover, alright?"

Before Robin had a chance to respond, Kyra opened the door and screamed, "I'm not going to spend how many months with Dad!"

Robin placed the phone out of her ear and said, "Oh yes you are," Then placed the phone back to her ear and said to Mike, "Hold on, your little girl wants to talk to you," Then handed the phone back to Kyra.

"Hi daddy," Kyra said happily.

"Hi princess," Mike said.

"Dad—do I have to spend some or all of the 2011 NASCAR season with you?" Kyra asked.

"Well, if it were up to me, I would say no, but your mother dearly wants you to," Mike said. "but someone really wants you to come," Mike added.

"Who?" Kyra asked, not really interested in what her father has to say about this situation.

"Does the nickname 'Colourful Man' ring any bells?" Mike asked.

Kyra's eyes instantly wide in excitement before asking, "Denny wants to see me?"

"Yeah—he actually misses you. So, what do you say?" Mike asked.

Kyra thought about it before finally saying, "Alright—I'll take the next flight out to Dover,"

"Great—I'll see you then," Mike said before him and Kyra hung up the phones. I handed the phone back to Robin and said, "Happy bitch?" Before walking back into my room, slamming the door behind me and finally going to be bed.