Me: This was something that came into my mind after trying to sleep last night and I thought it was cute :) (the story that is) I hope you enjoy :D :D

I'd never thought that I would get myself involved with autoracing ever. I'd always thought that I would get myself involved with acting because I loved to act ever since I was two years old—but it was the first race of the 2011 NASCAR season, the Daytona 500 where my aspects of my career choice all changed.

Daytona 500-Daytona Beach, Florida

It was qualifying for the biggest race of the NASCAR Season, the Daytona 500 and I was here all week supporting my one year older brother Trevor Bayne who was making his NASCAR Sprint Cup series debut and so far he was third on the starting grid and I couldn't be happier for him (and if he starts mid to end of the field, I'll still be happy that he's at least starting in the race).

"Excited that your going to be witnessing this race live in person?" Trevor asked as he came up to me as I was watching other drivers qualify for the Daytona 500.

"Yeah—and I'm even more excited that I get to cheer on my brother for a possible win," I said with a smile on my face.

"A win?" Trevor asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What? You're doubting a win?" I asked.

"Well, it is my first race here in the Sprint Cup series so it would be kind of natural for me to think of me not winning," Trevor said.

"But you got someone cheering you on," I said pointing to me.

"Thanks sis," He said as he ruffled with my hair a bit. He always did that to me when he was a baby and apparently he's still doing it now. "Why must you do that to my hair?" I asked as I placed my hair back to what it was before.

"It's fun," Trevor said. "plus it annoys you," He added.

"Yep," I said before watching another car qualify. "Who's that again?" I asked pointing to the car.

"Denny Hamlin," Trevor said. "a car with many different colour cars every single week,"

"Wow," I said but when I saw him roll off of pit road and onto the track for a few seconds before heading straight into the grass, I just had a sudden urge to laugh. "Wow—two seconds on the track and already into the grass. I think that should be a new record or something," Trevor commented and I only nodded yes because I knew if I open my mouth laughter would pour out.

"I just got to talk to some people then I'll be back," Trevor said and once again I could only nod as he walked away from me and I continued watching qualifying. Few minutes of that and on the monitor that I was watching it on, it should a replay of Denny's qualifying run which would obviously mean that he went into the grass and I couldn't control myself this time but only laugh, not that much, but just laugh.

"Think that was funny?"

I turned around and sure enough there was Denny standing there about to unleash verbal anger at me for some reason. "Maybe," I said with a guessing tone in my voice. "Well, that was the only funny thing that you did, besides that point whatever you do is just boring as hell," I added.

"Hey, I made some exciting moments last season," Denny said.

"Yeah, exciting for the ratings because they suddenly dropped," I commented. "I think the only thing that actually raised ratings were the big wrecks or when Johnson won his fifth consecutive championship," I commented.

"Hey, I could've gotten that championship," Denny said in his defence.

"But did you?" I asked, and Denny didn't say anything in response I said, "Exactly," I then tried to walk away from him to find at least where Trevor wise, but Denny grabbed my forearm and turned me around so that I was facing him. "Now look, I don't know who you are or who your related to and I really don't care about that, but the fact of the matter is that you don't insult me ever," Denny said.

"Why? You can't tolerate it because everyone here knows that you have this huge ass ego but in true reality behind that huge ego is a little bitch, so basically, you're a horrible driver with a big ego and who is a little bitch," I said then tried to have Denny release his grip on me. "Can you please let go of me?" I kindly asked but that only had his hold on me a little tighter. "Uh dude, your going to make me lose circulation in my arm," I pointed out, then Denny shoved me into the nearest tool chest a little forcefully making some tools fall to the ground.

"Dude," Someone said as him and some other person ran up to us. "What's your problem, man?"

Denny didn't respond to the guy as he was glaring at me ready to pounce on me at any moment. "Just go away from here and calm yourself down," The other guy said.

Denny said nothing as he still glared at me, but eventually walked away from the two guys and myself. The two guys turned their attention to me and one asked, "You alright?"

"Yeah," I said as I was rubbing my forearm—the same forearm that Denny was tightening his hand around earlier.

"You a fan?" The other guy asked. "Just wondering,"

"No actually, I'm actually the rookie Trevor Bayne's sister Marissa," I said.

"Now that you think of it, you two do look like you two are related," The first guy commented making me laugh a little bit and that put a smile on my face. "Mind I ask who you two are?" I asked.

"Kyle," The first guy said.

"Joey," The other guy said.

"Wait," I said turning to Kyle. "You mean you're the Kyle Bush that swept the Bristol races last season?" I asked a little starstruck.

"The one and only," Kyle said.

"and you're the Joey Logano that looks great in orange and looks like has a nice personality?" I asked.

Joey laughed before saying, "Yeah,"

"You sure your all right?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, I will, it wasn't the first time that I get shoved into metal objects," I commented with a shrug of my shoulders. "Hey, you two good luck on Sunday," I said.

"Thanks, tell your brother the same thing," Joey said before I made my hunt to find Trevor. While trying to find my brother, my mind was basically on a train ride to thoughtville. The first race of the season didn't even freaking happen yet and yet this season was probably going to get exciting—well at least for me anyways.

"Hey Marissa," Trevor said as soon as he saw me walk up to him. He was about to say something else but then noticed my forearm and quickly asked, "What trouble did you get into?" From the tone of his voice, he knew what was up with me because I usually get into situations like this when I was younger.

"Well, I got into an altercation with one of the drivers," I replied.

"Who?" Trevor asked as he took hold of my forearm to see if any bruises are going to be surfaced and sounding instantly worried.

"Denny," I replied.

"What happened?" Trevor asked.

"Well, we just talked then I kind of insulted him a bit then he turned somewhat evil and decided to grip my forearm then pushed me forcefully into a metal object where tools are usually placed I can't remember the name but before he did anything else Kyle and Joey came and tried to calm down the situation," I said.

"That rat bastard," Trevor muttered before letting go of my forearm and leaving. "Where you going?" I asked.

"To kick some ass," Trevor said.

"Dude," I said catching up to my brother and stopping him. "Do you really want to have some bad rep to your name before the actual race on Sunday?" I asked.

"No," Trevor asked.

"Exactly, so I suggest to wait till after the Daytona race is done and over with and then possibly decide to kick his stupid ass or not," I said.

Trevor just looked at me for a few minutes before saying, "The race hasn't even started yet and already I got somewhat of an enemy wanting to ruin me," Before following Trevor.

.x.

"Denny," Kyle started. "Why in the fuck did you decide to almost beat the daylights out of Marissa?" He asked.

Him, Joey and Denny were hanging out somewhere on the track and the Las Vegas native decided to bring up what had happened between Denny and Marissa earlier.

"Who?" Denny asked.

"The girl that you almost beat the daylights out of before we showed up?" Kyle asked as he pointed to him and Joey.

"Marissa's her name?" Denny asked.

"Yeah, and from what we know, she's also Trevor's sister," Joey said.

"Trevor Bayne? The new guy?" Denny asked turning around and paying more attention to his two teammates.

"Yeah, how many Trevor Baynes are there in NASCAR besides him?" Kyle asked.

Denny was quiet before replying with, "Good point,"

"So what was up with that?" Joey asked.

"To make it short and sweet, she said that i had a big ego but in true reality I'm a little bitch," Denny said with some arrogance present in his voice.

"Well you do act like a bitch once in a while," Joey commented but only got whacked in the arm by Denny. "Ow," Joey said rubbing his arm.

"That's not the point," Denny said.

"But we were just wondering why? You don't even know the girl that well, fuck, some of us doesn't even know who the hell Trevor is fully yet, so why?" Kyle asked.

"She just acted like she was a little bitch and had a lot more arrogant and cocky then I would ever be and I just had to take her down a peg or ten," Denny said.

Kyle and Joey each rolled their eyes which made Kyle comment, "Is this something that as long as she's here, you two are going to be at each other's throats?"

"How do you know if she's going to be here after this race?" Denny asked.

"We don't know if Trevor is going to run well making him run more races than this one," Joey said.

"Well, if this Marissa bitch is going to be here after Daytona then I would say that the possible action on the track won't top the off track action that would go on between me and her," Denny said before walking away.

When Kyle and Joey knew that Denny was out of earshot, Kyle asked, "Is he going to turn into one of those people where if a situation goes on long enough he needs to put into therapy or a mental hospital?"

Joey shrugged his shoulders before replying, "I don't know man, but whatever the case maybe, we both know that Marissa already has a enemy and she's been here for about a few hours,"