Brandon Arreaga imagine

fights

Brandon pov

"so let me get this straight: this. Is your car this is a NASCAR Car right", I said in amazment.

"B put to and two & two together" y/n says.

"No way!?" , I said realizing what that meant.

does that really mean she's a NASCAR racer ?

"thats so cool", I said, not realizing I said it .

"thanks I guess" she said looking at the ground blushing.

"When were you gonna tell me" I said not knowing why it upset me.

"Oh your The one to talk ?",she said matching my tone. "You his a hole singing career from me".

"I guess we both have secrets"

"Clearly", she says grimly.

We sit in silence except for the sounds of my hand tapping The hood of the car.

"How is this gonna work", I say finally.

"What do you mean", she says quietly.

(I dare you make a Justin beiber joke)

"We can't even look at each other without picking a fight" I say slightly loud.

She doesn't say anything.
Nothing at all.

She just walks out of her garage,
into the house.

This legit sucked ass . Help a sister out. I might take this book down