"Okay, okay, okay everyone just calm down and give me the remote!" Lando yells over the confusion and fighting. I let out a sharp laugh and snatch it from Valtteri, flicking up to the Wolverhampton game.
"NO ONE LIKES BIRMINGHAM!" An overexcited Sebastian screams and I shove him off the sofa, burying the controller under the pillow I'm sitting on. "Oh come on George we practically all want to watch the El Classico," he whines and thus erupts a chorus of cheers, equally matched by the boos.
Daniel crawls under the bickering crowd and I kick him just before he pushes a button on the satellite box. "Ow George, I need to watch the boxing highlights you moron!"
"Yeah? Well I need to watch Wolves."
"EL CLASSICO!" Lando pretends to start crying and his equally deluded friends rush to him. "I'm okay... I'll just... Go to bed..." he sobs and Carlos starts yelling at me again, unhelpfully blotting out the commentary. I notice Max calmly watching from the doorway, an amused smile playing on his face. And Lewis behind him, trying to work out who's going to get in trouble next. Typical Lewis.
"AGGHH?" I'm flipped off the sofa and the channel changes to something Spanish. Damn. I make a dive for the TV box but am blocked by Nico's arm in my neck, he's doing the same thing.
"What're you fighting for?" I yell over the tumult.
"I don't care, I just don't want to be able to understand the commentary!"
"Well go watch a rugby-"
"It's American foot-"
"GOOOAAAALLLL AAGHHH AHAHAHHAHAHAAHA!" Lando helpfully stands on Nico's hand as he celebrates and I press the button.
"Welcome to the Molineux Stadium, where-"
"NO!"
Valtteri has the controller and suddenly it's the news and I'm rolled to the side.
"I missed the replay..." Lando whimpers as Mick arrives.
"Can I watch-"
"NO!" Everyone's yelling again and the commentary has been turned absurdly loud so no one can be heard. There's a crackle and Pierre jumps away from the speaker as some foreign commentary replaces it. Charles and Lance are looking at something on Max's phone connected to the TV sound system and Pierre sneaks his head back over there to watch. Not them too.
"I NEED THE COMMENTARY I'M BLIND PUT IT BACK ON YO-" Carlos clamps a hand over Lando's mouth and whispers something in his ear, not that anything can be heard. He calms down though, apparently content to have the picture of the Real Madrid game at least. Better than what I have.
"Hey lads, I see you're all in a footballing mood," Tom walks in cheerfully and pulls a universal remote out of his back pocket. Oh god. "I'm watching Liverpool."
There's a moment of perfect silence as even Max's streaming connection breaks and we all share an astonished glance. Then the Internet comes back, the commentary flares up, Barça have a shot on goal and the whole fight starts again.
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The Team // A Formula One AU
FanfictionThe best young drivers in the world are chosen to compete in a new youth go-karting series, travelling to race at the best tracks in the USA in an effort to secure sponsorship on the road to Formula One. It's the adventure of a lifetime, both on the...
