Clapton had found a new obsession; Cars. He loved imagining himself with a Hellcat.. a Jaguar.. anything, honestly. He just wanted to be on the roads, flying through as if nothing mattered..

Which is why he snuck out with his friend to go see a race. It was pretty far out so he got his friend, who had a drivers license to drive. When they got there, it was so alive.. People smoking, laughing, talking.. and best of all, the cars. There were so many awesome cars, he just wish he could ride in one.

Yet, before he could even admire the Lamborghini they parked next to, everyone began gathering around the track. He and his friend found and opening and watched as a Hellcat and a Corvette revved their engines.

The entire race was exhilarating. The turns, the smoke.. and the tricks?! The Hellcat ended up winning. Clapton and his friend had were on their way back to the car when his friend got the bright idea to go say hi the to the drivers..

Claptons face went beet red. Black tanktop, gray cargos, black sunglasses that looked like they were straight form the 2000s and black combat boots. The winner was one of the hottest most breath-taking women he had ever seen. His friend dragged him up to the car, eager to meet you while Clapton was for the first time ever, afraid.