"Note to self—definitely get a chance to at least hurt Denny either before or at Darlington," I commented under my breath as I was walking in the garage area seeing the crew pack up and was about to head off to the next race in Darlington, South Carolina.
"Hey Ty," I said as I walked to Tyra who was looked like she got out of the celebration with her brother in Victory Lane. "You seen Brad?"
"No—been too busy in Victory Lane with Kyle, who just loved to pour Coca-freaking-Cola over me along with champagne," Tyra said.
"Birthday celebration?" I asked knowing that on Monday it was going to be both Kyle and Tyra's birthday.
"Yeah," Tyra said as she was literally wringing out a mixture of Coca-Cola and champagne out of her hair which was in a pony tail. "Never going to Victory Lane near my birthday when possibly either Kyle or Kurt wins," Tyra commented.
"Yeah, that would be good to do," I said. "I followed that way whenever it was near my birthday and Denny possibly wins, but I do that to him when it was near his," I added.
"Seriously?" Tyra asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah—remember seeing Victory Lane at the fall Texas race in November, with the help of Mike, I literally stood on the hood of his car and sprayed/dumped Coca-Cola on him," I said with a small laugh.
"That was you?" Tyra asked.
"Yeah—who do you think would stand on the roof of a car and dump soda on the winning driver?" I asked.
"Me," Tyra said honestly.
"Yeah, and Skye just happened to be there at the time and just decided to video tape that part and upload it to YouTube," I said.
"Dang," was all that Tyra could say.
"I know, right?" I asked. "She's also videotaping my wedding for free," I said.
"She'll probably upload it to YouTube knowing her," Tyra said.
"Yeah—she does really good videos I keep on noticing," I said.
"Yeah, especially the ones during the off season are really great," Tyra said.
"Like the one where she was dared to dress up like the Easter bunny and hopped down the street where her house is located?" I asked.
"Yeah—still makes me laugh whenever I watch it," Tyra said, which made me laugh a little bit. "Anyways, you sure for sure haven't seen Brad?" I asked.
"Nope, but if I can think of where he could be, probably looking for you or in his coach," Tyra said.
"Thanks Busch," I said. "Tell Kyle congrats on the win and an early happy birthday," I added.
"No problem and I will," Tyra said then I patted her shoulder and said, "Happy early birthday to you too," I said then walked to the coach area. When I got there, I was trying to find Brad's coach when I just happened to walk by Denny's and I saw him walking to it and I just flipped him off.
"Nice to know you love me sis," Denny said sarcastically.
"Go jump off a cliff jackass," I said as I continued walking.
When I got to my destination, I walked up to the door and knocked on the door the only way how—the beat of the first verse of my favourite song "About Us" by Neverest. Few seconds later I heard Brad yell for me to come in, I opened the door, walked in and saw that the only noise that I could hear was the TV in the bedroom, but I needed to be refreshed so I walked into the bathroom. "Serena, that you?" Brad asked.
"Yeah," I said as I ran the tap water in the bathroom and splashed some on my face.
"Look, I'm sorry for what I did to your brother out there, you know the reason right?" He asked and he sounded like he was getting up off of something but I couldn't tell and didn't really wanna know.
"Yeah, but can you do me a favour though?" I asked as I continued to splash water on my face then proceeded to pat dry it with a nearby towel.
"What?" Brad asked sounding close and when I looked up he was almost right behind me, making me jump almost out of my skin. I turned around pretending that I wasn't scared even though that he knew that I was and continued, "When we get to Darlington for the Saturday race, can you please not do anything to drastically?" I asked.
Brad was about to say something before I kindly cut him off, "What I mean by that is please don't put Denny or yourself in a serious wreck,"
"I promise I won't," Brad said, "but if it happens, you know it's for a good reason,"
"Oh, so there's a good reason to crash someone hard enough to send them to the damn hospital or possibly kill someone?" I asked.
"Wait, I thought you hated Denny?" Brad asked. "Why don't you want him to get hurt,"
"Because I don't—yeah we fight a lot and I do wish that he would jump off a cliff into a pond of electric eels and sharks, I don't want him to get hurt. Like that one crash at Dega I think back in 2008 or something I can't remember when his right front tire got cut or something and just slammed into that wall and when that stretcher was pulled to the car, I was scared that something was going to happen to him, and I have a lot to do in terms of the wedding in seven-eight months I still can't remember and I don't want to be dealing with a possible thought of the two people that I love, or supposed to love the most in the hospital or seriously hurt and, and," I was trying to find the words to say what I was going to say then Brad pulled me into a squeezable hug and didn't say anything but the gesture was basically telling me everything is going to be alright and I won't do anything that drastic towards myself or your brother.
They just don't know if Denny has something up his sleeve in terms of a payback version two.