FF To Sunday
Today was the big day, the Daytona 500 and it was an exciting race (but, to be honest, when was a Daytona 500 never exciting?). I was standing watching the event, hoping if Trevor would just do good—if he got a chance to win the thing, then I want him to win, but if not, I just want him to do good at the least.
After the last caution, there was going to be a green/white/checkered finish—a finish that was always exciting no matter what kind of track it is, a green/white/checkered finish was always exciting—and it was awesome especially that Trevor was currently in the lead. The question was, can he hold it?
When the green flag dropped, I was instantly glued to the nearest thing that had the race on and was chewing my fingernails nervous as fuck…and I'm not even in the damn race! From what I saw was that Trevor was in first, being pushed by Carl and the car trying to take the lead from Trevor was none other than Denny (sort of ironic, huh?) being pushed by Dale Jr. and I could sense something was about to go down.
From what I saw, Denny and Carl actually switched places, so it was Carl being pushed by Jr. trying to get the lead and Denny was the one in the lead being pushed by Trevor…and they were approaching Turn 3. "Come on Trevor," I said. "Make a move now," and when I said that, it seemed like it went to his brain as when they were about to come to the start/finish line, Trevor just made a nudge to Denny, sending him not being in the lead and there was a close (and I do mean close) finish between Carl and Trevor, and my reaction was jaw dropped and eyes wide like I was an animal caught dead in headlights and I was fully intent on knowing who won the 500.
"From overlooking the replays from NASCAR, they have confirmed that young Trevor Bayne has won the Daytona 500 by 0.010 seconds from Carl Edwards!"
"Are you kidding me?" I asked excited as fuck when I heard that, and I could tell that Trevor was having the same reaction when he heard the news. I waited a few minutes before quickly heading over to Victory Lane to see my brother celebrate. I was just in time when I saw him get out of the car and celebrate his victory and I just stood there happy for my brother. When he got out of his ear entirely, I went over to him and hugged him. "I told you you were going to win," I said.
"and you were right sis," Trevor said and I could clearly tell that he was crying in celebration, and I ended up crying at that point. I broke the hold because he had an interview to do for Fox and I just stood there watching it wiping the tears from my eyes as I witnessed my older brother win the 500—and before that basically take Denny's chances of winning the event away from him made it even more sweeter than me.
After the interview I told him that I would meet him at the motorhome and I proceeded to go there well…until a certain someone blocked my path. "Proud that your brother spun me to get that victory?" Denny asked.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Hey, a win is a win either way," I commented.
"But he didn't need to spin me out like that," Denny said.
"Just be glad that finish didn't turn out like that Talladega 2009 win between Carl and Brad," I said. Hey, I may not be a fan of the sport, but whenever exciting finishes like that happen which would obviously be followed, that's when I pay attention.
"At least that finish was a great finish to watch," Denny commented.
"Oh, so now you're saying that Trevor didn't deserve to win because he spun you out on the last few minutes of the final lap?" I asked.
"I didn't say that exactly—"
"But you were implying it jackass," I said with a lot of attitude in my voice then walked to the motorhome. "I can't believe that stupid dumbass," I said as I entered the motorhome and went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face—that was the only way to calm myself down.
Few minutes later, I heard the door open and close and Trevor saying, "Marissa?"
"Yeah?" I asked from the bathroom.
"There is going to be a party down on pit road tonight incase you wanna come," Trevor offered.
I thought about it for a few minutes before saying, "Sure. Sounds like fun,"
"Perfect," Trevor said before leaving the motorhome once again. I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to see what I was going to wear for the party, and just laid out a Washed Black Denim Ruffle Tube Dress and Hello Kitty Pink and Black Flip Flops. I went back into the bathroom and just did my makeup which consisted of a grey sparkly eyeshadow, black eyeliner, black mascara and a light pink lip gloss. I then looked at my hair to see if I wanted to keep it straight or curled, then decided to keep it how it is, then went and got changed out of my yellow tank top, grey skinny jeans and black flats into the dress and flip flops and decided to lounge around for a while.
FF Few Minutes
"You ready?" Trevor asked as he was checking his outfit out in the mirror which was a blue t-shirt with a sad cactus and the word hugz? on the bottom, blue jeans and black sneakers.
"Yeah, are you?" I asked.
"Yeah," He said as he finally stopped checking himself out in the mirror then me and him walked out of the motorhome and down to pit road where we instantly heard music blaring and everyone having a good time. When me and Trevor just entered the area, I was instantly pulled by three girls to some part of the road and just danced.
"You Bayne's girlfriend or something?" One asked loud over the music so I could hear her. The one who asked had long brown hair that was in a pony tail and she was currently wearing a Tripp Black Chiffon Skull Tube Ruffle Dress and black flats.
"Yeah, because if you are, two are really cute together," Another one commented loud enough over the music so I could hear her. The second girl had dirty blonde hair and was wearing a Black Crochet and Braid Dress and black suede boots.
"Nah, I'm his sister Marissa," I said loud over the music.
"Sweet, I'm Tyra," The first one said. "This is Carmen and the third girl's Serena," She said loud enough so I could hear.
"Nice to meet you three," I said.
"Nice to meet you too," Serena said. She had curly short brown hair and was wearing a white sparkly tank top, black sparkly short shorts and white ankle boots. Me, Tyra, Carmen and Serena were having a great time, but I made somewhat of a mistake when I looked over Carmen and Serena's shoulders and saw Denny glaring at me. "What are you looking at?" Serena asked then turned to see what I was looking at.
"Oh nothing," I said, lying through my teeth (but I was lucky enough that she didn't catch it). Serena just shrugged her shoulders and I saw Denny walk away from where he was talking to Carl and Jr.. Few more minutes of partying, I thought I had enough as I told the three girls that I might be seeing them whenever then walked back into the motorhome area. I walked to Trevor's motorhome and tried opening the door but it was locked.
"Wrong one," I heard Denny say (or more specifically slurred). "Trevor's is the next one over," He added walking up behind me.
"Sorry," I said sounding like that word was forced out of my mouth and tried to walk away, but that was to no avail as Denny grabbed my by my waist and carried me between the coaches where as me being the smart one (and sober one because I could almost clearly tell that Denny was drunk) and tried to push away. Denny put me down and slammed his mouth to mine.
"Rissa?" I heard Trevor calling for me. Denny pulls back and we look at each other. I start to walk away. "I'm here. Just accidentally went to the wrong coach," I said, looking back to see Denny fold his arms across his chest and lean against his coach, still glaring at me. I walked up to Trevor and me and him went to his coach. When we were both in, he said, "Guess what I heard?"
"What?" I asked.
"Because of this win, I'm able to run in Vegas next week," Trevor said excitedly.
"Seriously?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"Yeah," He said happily.
I was happy and a little mixed with emotions at the same time. Happy because I would still be with my brother but a little bit of mixed with emotions because I had to deal with Denny still and speaking of that guy, what the fuck was up with him earlier?