What if you and me and we and you and we and me and yea.

"That's an odd hobby but who am I to judge," he chuckled.

"Aww my art isn't all that," Bailey remarked bashful, "all it does is entertain a couple people,"

"Well if you learn enough about cars you can become a mechanic," Bailey proposed, "People will pay money so they don't have to do things themselves."

"Then you're out of luck," Bailey shrugged, "I might give you a piece of my money if your lucky"

"Racing is hard to get in to. You could always be a food truck driver though," Bailey noted.

"Then be a speeder," Bailey said jokingly, "that is very fast, and dangerous,"

"Then you better be one hell of a driver to make it on NASCAR," Bailey slipped him a smile then turned away, blushing.

"You'll have to show me sometime," Bailey noted. Then the bel rang and lunch was over, "well I suppose I should get to class huh," he smiled before walking away.

The rest of the day Bailey couldn't think straight. Literally. The only thing he could think of was Carter.

(Idk either lol do they have any more classes together?)

(Okay do we WANT them to have more classes together, remember the auther can do whatever the fuck they want 😃)

(Okay then I personally have an Idea that somehow they get eachothers numbers by the end of the day so they could either get it in class or after school by the car)

(What do you think?)

(Alright you start)

Bailey was walking home from school when he saw Carter he found himself. Staring again. And he tripped. Again.

Bailey saw that Carter had held out a hand and he felt his face turn bright red, "umm uhh yea uhh thanks umm thank you uhh again," he stuttered as he took Carters hand.