#don't mind him he's not crying over gordon haha not at all

[hymbeauxs]

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-"Funeral Blues," W.H. Auden

[music-wrestling-nascar-fan]

Dale Jr Talladega Infield Spring 2006 Imagine

This is a part from a fic called "Dale Yeah" that I been working on for awhile haha. Im awful at this but heres an imagine.

Cast:

Me = Amanda

Julie = Close friend met online then met in person that I now live with. Her husband is Kevin Harvick.

(At a Talladega infield party in the spring of 2006)

("It's Your Love" By Tim McGraw and Faith Hill begins playing)

You probably got whoever in charge of the music to play it.

Dale: I didn't. I swear. (Holds his hand out) Slow dance with me?

(I look at his hand then take it and I look at him as he pulls me close and dances with him) "And if you wonder about the spell I'm under. Oh it's your love. It's your love. It's your love"

Dale: (Stares in my eyes then puts his hand on my face and leans in and kisses me)

(I look at him after we end the kiss)

Dale: So will you go out with me?

Well that was one hell of a way to ask.

Dale: (Laughs) I was gonna ask anyway.

Jeff (Gordon): (Walks up with Martin and puts his hand on Dale's back) I'm sorry to interrupt but the media needs you,Carl and Kevin for a bit.

(I look at Jeff then look back at Dale)

Dale: Will you have an answer for me when I get back?

I think I will (Smiles)

(He smiles and rubs my cheek then winks before he walks off with them)

Clint Bowyer: (Walks up behind and puts his arm around me and looks at me) Well,well looks like Dale done got himself a new girl. (Runs his hand down my back and almost touches my butt) You don't look like his type.

(I elbow him so he lets go and I run and hide outside of a motorhome and sit and cry into my knees then I get my phone and text Kevin Harvick)

"Clint touched me and almost put his hand on my butt. Please help."

Kevin: (Looks at his phone and gets pissed)                                              

Dale: What is it?

Kevin: (Gives his phone to him and takes off running)

Dale: (Looks at the phone then takes off behind him)

Kevin: (Runs up to Clint and tackles him to the ground and starts beating him up and knocks him out)

Dale: (Runs up to me) Hey its me! Kevin knocked him out.

(Looks up with a tear soaked face) He did?

Dale: He did. Are you ok? You need checked out?

No. I'm ok just upset. (Shakes as I look at him)

Dale: (Puts his hand on my shoulder) (Jerks away and looks at him as tears fall)

Dale: I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise. I wanna take you to my motorhome so you can relax and feel safe. (Holds out his hand)

(I take his hand and we go to his motorhome and I go wash my face in the bathroom then come out)

Dale: You need anything? Want me to get you something?

(I shake my head no)

Dale: Can I sit by you? Please?

(I nod yes)

Dale: (Sits down and holds his hand out)

(I look at it then look at him) Hold me?

Dale: (Opens his arms)

(Hugs him and he wraps his arms around me and I start to feel better and safe)

Dale: You doing alright?

(Looks at him) I'm even better now. Your hug helped me.

Dale: (Smiles) I'm glad it did.

I'm gonna go take a shower.

Dale: I'll be right here.

(I go take a long shower and get dressed in my pjs and come back out)

Dale: (Looks at me) You feel a bit better now?

I do.

Dale: You want something to eat? I can get or make you something.

I'm not hungry but thank you (Smiles then looks out the window) Omg its raining. I knew here had rain chances all weekend so I hope they get the race in tomorrow.

Dale: (Gets up and looks out the window with me) If it gets postponed then fine. That means I can get to have more time with you.

(Looks at him) What would we do? What would you have in mind?

Dale: Hang out here?

And do what?

Dale: Talk? Watch something on TV? Keep visitors out unless its important.

(Looks up and listens) Was that thunder?

Dale: (Not wanting to worry me) Maybe it was a truck starting up.

Cuddle me?

Dale: I was just about to ask.

(Watches him close the shades)

Dale: Lets go over here. (He walks me to the couch where theres no windows and sits then opens his arms) 

(I put my glasses on a table then I sit and he puts his arms around me and I lay my head on him) 

(It thunders pretty loud and I jump and bury my face in his shoulder and hold my ears) 

Dale: (Holds me tighter) Hey. Hey it's alright. We're ok. 

(I start to shake) 

Dale: (Rubs my back) We're alright darlin' I promise. We're safe. Can I see that pretty face of yours? I miss it. 

(I raise my head slowly and look at him) 

Dale: (Smiles) There she is. Prettiest face I ever seen. 

(Smiles) Really? 

Dale: Yes. Really. (Puts his right hand on the side of my face and rubs my cheek with his thumb and rubs my side with his left hand) 

(Looks in his eyes and tears up and one tear goes down my cheek but he rubs it with his thumb)

Dale: What's wrong pretty girl? 

I already miss you. 

Dale: But I'm right here. I got you. I'm not leaving you alone. 

But I live with your niece Julie and Kevin. He's gotten very protective over me cause he thinks of me as a little sister too like Julie does. I'll have to go home after the race.

Dale: You could always stay over with me. Anytime you want. We've known each other a year now. We hang out a lot.

I would actually love that. (Looks in his eyes and rubs his face) And the answer is yes. Yes I will go out with you Ralph Dale Earnhardt Jr. 

Dale: (Smiles big) Really? You will?

I will. (Gets lost in his stare) 

Dale: (Kisses me softly) 

(I kiss him back and wrap my arms around his neck as it thunders lightly)

(I look at him) So if I stay here I can sleep here on the couch or a bunk?

Dale: You be alone when you need me to hold ya when it thunders? I don't think so! 

Who are you my thunder buddy now? 

Dale: I reckon I am. I was earlier. 

(I hug Dale tight) You are so sweet. I get no bad vibes at all from you thats why I trust you. You're like a teddy bear. I used to cuddle this stuffed animal rabbit when I was a kid. But you can be my teddy bear.

Dale: (Eyes widen) I can be your what? 

(Looks at him) A teddy bear. You're my teddy bear. 

Dale: That's what I thought you said. There's a video of me and my dad and I said I was like a polar bear and he kept saying I was a teddy bear. 

He was right. Teddy bears are cuddly. You don't hear of anybody cuddling a polar bear do you? 

Dale: (Smiles) Well no I don't. But polar bears are big and tough.

(Looks in his eyes) You are tough but your dad was right about you. (Kisses his cheek and lays my head on him as I cuddle him) 

Dale: (Starts to stare off) I'm sorry. 

For what? 

Dale: For not protecting you tonight. I should have been there then maybe he wouldn't have touched you. 

Dale you couldn't help that you had media to do. 

Dale: Fuck media. I should've had my crew chief talk in my honor. I'm so pissed off. 

But I'm ok. I promise. It's not your fault. (Holds his hand but it's shaking in anger) It's ok. Really. 

Dale: (Just stares off straight ahead) 

Goodnight sweet Dale. Try to rest ok?  (Rubs his hand as I hold it) 

Dale: (Waits a bit til I fall asleep and he slowly moves me so he can get up. He puts the blanket up on me and kisses my forehead then he leaves and goes to Clint's motorhome and knocks) 

Clint: (Opens the door) What are you doing here Earnhardt? 

Dale: (Shoves him against the wall and presses his arm against his neck and looks at him straight in the eyes) Listen here you disgusting piece of shit. I'll never forgive or forget what you done. And I swear to you if you lay a finger on her again I will make damn sure you will get not only fired and banned permanently but arrested and put in prison. And don't you think for a second that I can't wreck your ass and make it look like an accident. (Punches him so hard he hurts his knuckles then he leaves and comes back to the motorhome and cleans his knuckles up and puts a bandage on em) 

Dale: (Sits and moves me over slowly so my head is on his shoulder and holds my hand) 

(Opens my eyes and and looks at his hand then looks at him) You went and hit Clint didn't you? 

Dale: (Nods yes) 

(Picks his hand up and kisses where the bandage is) Maybe it'll be healed up by race time. 

Dale: I'll be good to go by then. 

I hope so. I gotta watch you drive on that in car cam. (Kisses the side of his mouth then lays my head on him)

(He closes his eyes as he holds me to him)