The movie

11

Gone, Gone,Gone- Phillip Phillips

Anna's POV
I woke up to Max's alarm that went off at 5:30, did I really want to become a F1 driver?.
"Het is zo fucking vroeg." Max groaned from the other side of the bed.
("It's so fucking early.")
"Het leven is zwaar voor een F1 coureur." I joked.
("Life's tough for an F1 driver.")
"Kom opstaan, we moeten trainen." I said while lifting the blanket off both our bodies.
("Get up, we gotta train.")
Max luckily complied, not without the occasional complaining though. We ate some more pastries that were left over from yesterday for breakfast before being out the door to train.
We met up with Max's trainer. We started with weights , then moved onto balance and reflexes and ended the workout with a run outside. It was tougher than I expected but I knew I needed to do this to get to where I wanted to be. Besides that I workout quite regularly so it wasn't too difficult that it made me want to quit.

Today was raceday, Max starting P3 was a bit unexpected. Usually he would end up P1 or 2 but it's not too bad. Once we got to the track I could feel Lando's eyes on me but he didn't do anything.
"So how are you feeling?." I asked while holding my camera. Max and I mutually decided to just keep speaking English after all we've been doing it since the start, I need him to speak English for filming and it's easier for others to understand.
"Looking forward to it, lets send it." Max said while shooting me a smile.
"No nerves?." I continued
"You know I don't ever get nervous." He simply said.
I put the camera away and decided to walk around the paddock while Max got ready for the race.
That's when I walked into George.
"Hey Anna, how have you been?." George asked
"I'm good." I said while turning red out of embarrassment. Memories of the night in the club rushing back.
"Can't say I haven't thought about you." He shamelessly admitted. Obviously not knowing about Max and I.
"He grabbed a piece of a paper and a pen out of his back pocket and started writing something.
"Call me sometime." He said before giving me the piece of paper and. Walking away.
What the fuck just happened?. I decided to put it in my pocket and forget about it.

Many interviewers were still in the paddock and as I made my way through them a few wanted to talk to me. I didn't know if Red Bull would be okay with me talking to them but ignoring them wouldn't really help with the reputation either.
"Y/n, have you got some time?." A journalist to my left asked.
"Sure." I said while walking up to him.
"So some pictures and videos surfaced of you and Max karting together, you seem to be quite good at it, how long have you been karting for?." The journalist asked while holding the microphone for me.
"That was actually my first time." I admitted, slightly embarrassed.
"You seemed to be quite good at it, is there any possibility of you switching your current job to the job of an F1 driver?."
"I enjoyed karting yesterday, we'll see what's in the store for the future." I answered diplomatically, not wanting to get in trouble with Christian.
The race was about to start and and I decided to go and stay in the garage.
Max got off to a great start despite being on inters due to the rain, he found a gap between Albon and Lewis and managed to slip right through. Lewis fought back as they were wheel to wheel in the first turn but Max persisted and kept being P1 while Lewis backed off due to the damage on his front wing that was caused by hitting the kerb with too much speed. He remained in front the entire race and finished.
The entire Red Bull garage started clapping including me. I was so proud of him. He showed once more that he's a force to be reckoned with.

Max's POV

"P1 Max, super super job." I heard my engineer tell me through the radio.
I fucking did it.
"Yassss boys." I screamed through the radio.
I parked my car behind the P1 before climbing out and standing on the car, celebrating my victory, I got off to see the team standing there. Including Anna, we haven't gone public and I didn't know how she would feel about putting it out there but I couldn't care less at this point. I took off my helmet and ran to her. Kissing her straight away. She seemed shocked but didn't pull back, instead she deepened the kiss which made me smile in the kiss.
I pulled back to see her smile, she seemed so happy.
"Congrats babe, I'm so proud of you." She said while going in for another kiss.
"Didn't think you would want to make our relationship public this way." I admitted.
"Well a few months ago, I was still in school, dreaming of this and now I'm with you while wanting to become an F1 driver myself, its safe to say not everything went according to plan."
" I couldn't be happier though." She added which lifted a weight off my shoulder.
"Now get on that podium." She said before shoving me towards the podium.
She truly is a one in a million.

Anna's POV

There he was, on that podium with the biggest smile on his face. You could just see that that is where he belonged.
Everybody started screaming and clapping which caused me to do the same. I'm not the type to do such a thing since I could be quite shy at times but the endorphins were leading my actions at this point.
"Hey, you're Anna right?." A man I didn't know in around his 50s came up to me.
"Yeah that's me." I said while still focusing on Max.
"I actually saw the videos of you and Max yesterday and I must say, you seem like a real talent, this might sound crazy but I'm actually from the F4 and would like to talk about the possibilities of you joining our team."
I was confused and a bit unsure, wasn't this going way too fast?.
I spoke to him a few more minutes which resulted in him giving his phone number to me before he blended back into the crowd. Right when I looked back at Max I saw that they were ready to pop off the champagne. Champagne spraying everywhere, Lewis was spraying Max which was gladly returned by Max.
While the champagne was still spraying he got off the podium.
What is going on?.
Seconds later he was in front of me spraying the champagne all over me.
"I hate you."I said while trying too run away from him.
"I hate you too babe." He said before chasing me once more.