Post Atlanta

Author: Ashley McCubbin

Characters: Dale Earnhardt Jr./Kevin Harvick

POV: Kevin Harvick

Rated: PG

Song: Danger Zone by Gwen Stafani

I knock on the door and he opens the door. I just look into those blue eyes.

"Hi." he says. I take a deep breath. Can't mess up now.

"Hi Dale." I reply. We just look at each other before he takes his turn at words.

"Do you wanna come in?" I think about it. Can I really do this?

"Sure." I follow him to his living room and take a seat. "Dale, can I talk to you seriously?" He looks away then back at me. He knew this is coming.

"Sure if you want." I take a big breath. Time to let this go.

"I can't imagine how hard it must be to be you. Losing yoru father it must be so hard to ta-"

"Kevin, I don't need to hear your sympathy. I've heard enough." He gets up and walks away. My guess is he has yet to open up. Shit! Well that won't stop me.

"I understand. I'll just get to my point of being here. Dale, I see the ghost of yoru father. Ever since my win, I keep seeing him." He takes a glance at me. Then he looks back outside.

"Why are you telling me?" I stand and walk over. Should I express this? Or should I leave now?

"I think it's time you tell me your side so we can help each other." He looks back at me.

"What is there to tell Kevin?" I ponder. Damn he's tough. But I can be tough to. I'm the tough one in NASCAR thanks to Bifle.

"The detail-" Dale glances at me.

"There's nothing to tell." He walks awy. Why are the Earnhardts so stubborn?

"How do you think I feel?" I didn't see that coming but finally got his attension. "You should tell me your details. Maybe it's related." He walks up to me.

"It's not because I know his words. They're only for me. Not you or anyone else. Now just go please." I look down. I knew I waited too long!

I walk out the front door knowing this is not fair. How could he just kick me out? Doesn't he even care? Now I feel so lonely in this world because Delana is the only I have but she can't save me. Only one person can - Dale Earnhardt Jr. Yet what does he do? Kicks me out after giving me lots of attitude. This is a absolute mess and now I'm in danger. Danger of losing a friend. Danger of being haunted for the rest of my life. Now how would that feel? Completely creepy!

The next weekend, I just find myself a picnic table to hide at. I didn't want to be bugged. Yet to my surprise, Dale walks over.

"I thought about the other day and I'm sorry." he appologizes. Aw, I knew he truely didn't mean it.

"It's o-" I begin.

"It's not. We need to talk; we need to get through this together. I don't want to say what was said but I understand. I'm sorry." He walks away and I smile. I knew it would work out. I get up and walk through the garage listening to a song which fits this so much....

THE END