classic rock imagines

Rachel Bolan

Requested by and dedicated to Tolkienite3791

~ Racing Is Fun ~

It is! Racing cars is a lot of fun. When you have experience, that is. Unfortunately for me, that's something I don't have.

Which is why I was absolutely terrified (to the point of shaking in my shoes) when Rachel suggested we hit the track.

"You'll be okay, alright? Jeez, calm down. It's like an insult to my skills. Do you really think I'll crash?"

I was covering my face with my hands as he tightened my seatbelt for me. "No, I just don't trust the car."

"Come on, it's perfectly safe! You really just don't trust me."

"No, I didn't say that," I said, lowering my hands. "Okay, fine. Look, I'm not scared anymore, because I trust you. See?"

He gave me a mock smile before settling into his own seat. "Sure."

"No, really," I laughed at his expression. "Just start driving already."

Yeah, I was hiding the fact that I was still scared.

"Yeah, you're hiding the fact that you're still scared."

"Okay, shut up."

He narrowed his eyes, but I could see he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Alright. I'll give you something to be worried about."

He suddenly hit the accelerator, making me press my back into the seat. I gave a yelp of surprise and tried to find something to hang on to.

We rounded the bend, the drifting car sending up a cloud of dust. I wondered how Rachel could see through that-- could he even?

I was gripping the edge of my seat, my eyes widened to their limit. Then I heard it; Rachel had to audacity to laugh. I managed to turn my head and look at him.

"And just what the hell are you laughing at?" I yelled.

"You should see the look on your face!" He yelled back. He jerked the wheel, and I gave a half-scream that I hoped wouldn't reach that far.

"Was this really your idea of a fun date?" I yelled.

"Hell yes!" He slowed down for a second, then started making the car spin around and around in place.

I couldn't hold it back anymore. There was too much going on inside my body-- the fear, the feeling of everything in my stomach getting tossed around, not to mention the fact that I couldn't even hang on anymore. I was thrown against the side of the car, and it didn't look like the force was going to let me up any time soon. So I did all I thought I could do, and that was to scream like a little piglet.

Rachel brought the car out of the spins, then headed straight for the far wall of the track. Okay, he was going to crash and kill us both. Glass half-full, at least the nightmarish ride would be over.

Just when I thought we were really going to smack into the wall like a couple of stupid flies, he turned the wheel, and we veered off to the left.

"Alright!" I shouted. "I don't care anymore. Yes, I'm terrified, no, I don't trust your erratic-ass driving, and I want to get out of this car!"

Rachel looked over at me for a second and heaved a sigh while bringing the car to a stop by one of the track's exits.

The second the car was at a complete halt, I opened the door and clambered out. I fell forward onto the dirt track, nearly throwing up as I did.

Rachel walked around the side of the car and stood next to me. "Okay, okay. Come on, get up."

He took my arms and hauled me up. My legs felt ready to give out and leave me lying face-flat on the ground, but lucky for me that didn't happen.

"I... am never... ever... going to... listen to you... again."

"Aw, come on. It wasn't that bad."

"Yes, it was! Man, were you trying to give me a heart attack? Because if so, mission accomplished!"

Rachel doubled over in laughter. I felt like slapping his back as I watched him, but I couldn't bring myself to. Instead, a slow grin crept onto my face, and soon I was laughing with him.

"My God, that was horrible. I'm never trusting you like that again."

"Hey," Rachel said, quick on the defense, "I didn't crash, did I? All I did was drive fast; nothing bad even happened. You were just being a baby the entire time."

"Maybe that's true," I began, "but still-"

"No 'buts'," Rachel said. "You're a wimp and you know it."

"Fine," I rolled my eyes. "Can't blame me, though."

"Ah, I guess not. Come on, let's get out of here. I'll take you out to eat-- if your weak stomach can handle that."

"Shut up," I said, swatting at his arm. He laughed and put that same arm around my shoulders, and we left.

We went out for dinner, which was really good. My stomach was still shaken up but I was able to keep my food down. Of course, Rachel was making jokes about that the entire time. So I spent most of the meal rolling my eyes and smacking his shoulder to get him to stop mocking me (though I was also trying really hard not to laugh).

The band came over later that night. Rachel told them about us at the track, going into vivid detail and using his hands to show who had done what. He had me and the band laughing for a while with plenty of exaggerations, but only I knew how much of that was true.

I watched him as he recounted the story. He was obviously very amused by it, and he looked so cute as he explained it. Man, it was impossible to get mad at him.

By midnight, everyone had cleared out. I went up to the bedroom Rachel and I shared, sat on the bed, and opened a book to read by the light of only a lamp for a bit.

I heard Rachel come up the stairs a little while later. He entered the bedroom and came to sit next to me. He sat there for a while, and out of the corner of my eye I watched him watch me.

"Hey," he said, "quit that. I'm watching you. I'm watching you watch me watch you."

"Don't watch me, then," I said, stifling a giggle.

He, however, let out a hearty laugh and proceeded to wrap his arms around me.

"I'm sorry I scared you today. I probably shouldn't have been driving that fast, especially since I knew you'd be a chicken about it."

"Nah, it's okay," I said, laughing as he buried his nose in my hair. "I had... fun."

"You sure about that?" He pulled back to study my face with a grin.

"Yes, I'm sure," I said, smacking his arm. "Shut up."

"No." He hugged me again. "Well then, what say we go back to the track tomorrow?"

"Alright," I said, tossing my book aside. "I didn't say I wanted to do that..."

"Too late, ya said ya had fun. Be damned."

I laughed and flopped backwards onto my bed. "I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"I know. I love you."

"I love you too, (Y/N)."

"I am never getting in another high-speed vehicle with you."

"Understood."

"Really?"

"No. Next we gotta try European racecars."

I rolled my eyes and laughed, then turned off the lamp. "Good night, Rachel."

"Good night, (Y/N)."

***

I wanted this one to be a little more personalized, so I included something the real Rachel Bolan likes: racecars! It's kind of short but I think it's alright. I hope you like it! Till the next update, I'm gonna go look at pictures of Izzy Stradlin and sigh all day. Bye ~