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Summary: Landon cries to Junior.
AUTHOR: Mick
EMAIL: mick@cryptoffic.com
RATING: PG
SERIES: The Lion and the Lamb
CHARACTER: Dale Earnhardt Jr., Landon Cassill, Dale Jr POV
WORD COUNT: 462
COMPLETED: October 7, 2008
DISCLAIMER: If I owned them I’d be too busy to write this stuff. Just fiction, folks. I own NOTHING and am affiliated with NO ONE mentioned here. Not the drivers, not the teams, no one. This is all fiction and fun. In other words...NOT REAL, NOT REAL, NOT REAL. ;-)
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JR Motorsports - Charlotte, NC
“And then he tells me he doesn’t want anything to do with my…my virgin…butt! Well, he didn’t say butt, he said a cuss, but still! How would he even KNOW if I’m a virgin or not? For all he knows I bed hop on my days off!”
I heave a heavy sigh as I slump down in my leather chair, watching as Landon paces the length of my office. This has been going on for hours now, since he showed up this morning. The moment he tracked me down he babbled out the entire story--detail by painfully boring detail--about his awful night with Kevin. I never realized how big a prude the kid was until he started replacing every cuss or lewd term with a watered down “Kids Bop” version. I knew the boy was one of them veggies and vitamins; drink milk and say prayers types, but I never realized it was this extreme. It’d be funny, if his whining wasn’t making me twitch. I’ll have to make it up to Kevin somehow for the Grade A headache he’d given me. It’ll have to be something good, when he least expects it.
“Junior? Junior, you’re not even listening to me! Darn it, Junior, I was harassed by one of your friends and you don’t--”
“Landon just shut UP already!”
He jumps at my outburst and his lip sticks out, leaving him looking like a scolded pup. I didn’t mean to be quite so loud, but I can’t take it anymore. His voice gets any higher and my ears are going to bleed. I push myself up out of my chair and come around the desk, sliding an arm around his shoulders so I can pull him to the door.
“Landon, instead of bitchin’ and moanin’ to me about it, just get back at him,” put my hand on the doorknob and give it a twist, pulling the door open.
“Get back?” He looks up at me, confused and I nudge him out of the room.
“Yes. Get back. Prank him or something. Just quit bitching,” I close the door in his face and lock it before he can come back in. Maybe he’ll get the point and go away, find someone else’s ear to whine off. I like the kid, but I ain’t no damn therapist.
Suddenly feeling inspired, if not slightly cheesy, I pick up my phone and dial the number for Pie in the Sky. Tap my fingers on the desk while I wait for someone to pick up, debating which would be better: anchovies or feta cheese. Maybe both, with a nice helping of onions…
“Hey, I need to order twenty-five large pizzas, all with anchovies, feta cheese, and onions. Kevin Harvick, Inc. Yeah, that’s right….”
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