That weekend...

chapter 16

Lando's POV:

"And Lewis Hamilton wins the Hungarian Grand Prix, and what a race that was ladies and gents,"- Crofty

"That's P9 lando, P9 great stuff mate." Jarv said in a rather bland voice. I didn't feel like replying, it wasn't my best work but what's done is done and my mind shifted to summer break as I drove back to Parc ferme. I can finally unwind before the chaos takes over again. when I stepped out the car I was met by the flash from dozens of cameras though they were all focused on max. he was a good mate but something about him rubbed me the wrong way- I just can't figure out what it is. "Nice job mate, have a good summer," Max yelled in my ear trying to mask the screams from those in the grandstands, "Yeah you too man," I forced myself to sound as enthusiastic as possible no doubt he bought it.

'My god Lan stop frowning you're on TV- see you soon x' Drina hadn't been to a race since the fiasco in Canada and neither had Adriana.

After the swarm of interviews I trudged back to my drivers cabin and slumped down on the sofa. I could stop thinking about Max, there's something about him I don't like, almost as if he's hiding something. Jon broke me from my crazed train of thought and i brushed it all off- it's been a long first half of the season and my brains turning to mush. "Penny for your thoughts?" Jon asked, he was leaning in the doorway with a plate of food in one hand, the cool late afternoon breeze pushed passes him and grazed across my face relaxing me slightly. "Just a shit race." I said with a huff cause Jon to chuckle slightly, "Well hey it's all in a days work mate," he remarked closing the door and setting the plate down before me. He kept me entertained whilst I ate like he usually, but today I was thankful for it his chattering kept my mind from wondering and playing tricks on me and I think deep down he knew that too.

Unlike my drivers room the garage was humid. Light beads of sweat stuck to the back of my neck. I'll be honest I didn't want to stay for clear up today but my dodgy drive made me feel guilty, helping out was the least i could do. I didn't bother to ring Drina, not out of spite but some space would be good. We talk so often I don't want to feel like I'm in the way. Plus George kept talking about how i should "keep her wanting more' if I'm honest I'm sure she could get ''more" from anyone. So far I don't think I've met one person that didn't like Drina.

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Third person POV:

Staying in was driving Drina and Adriana mad. they'd eaten enough pizza for a small village over the past few weeks. the two girls weren't the staying in type- if it wasn't a night out clubbing they had dinner plans or they were on vacation, or they just had work or uni. Drina especially wasn't the relaxing type she always needed to be doing something so she wouldn't get bored.

After a few minutes of melodramatic signing over the boring documentary Adriana stuck on she'd gotten fed up; "fucks sake i've sighed like three times ask me what's wrong" Drina let out.
"oh dearest Drina please tell me what troubles your mind i beg!" Adriana replied just as dramatically while rolling her eyes.
"fine since you asked so kindly i'll spill, Lando's been so off, not just with me but with max too. and seeing the walls of your place day in and day out is making want to rip my hair out"
"don't worry i've noticed the change in Lando's behaviour, i mean he obviously still likes you but maybe he's going through that weird stage that guys go through? Let's get dressed up and go out because if I'm being honest seeing the inside of my house is driving me insane too" Chirped Adriana.

The girls threw on any dress they could find not caring if it was from last season or if it was wrinkled from being in the cupboard for so long, both just desperate for normality.