A girl chasing her dream. A boy looking for the light.
When Florence Nyx started her internship at a Formula 1 paddock, she expected a lot. Fast cars. Exclusive impressions most people could only dream of. An entire array of skills she'd acquire...
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My inner alarm clock woke me up at five thirty, and even though I knew I should get up soon to get this nightmare of a day over with, I couldn't help but turn around slowly, trying hard not to wake Phoenix up.
He was still sleeping, though his features seemed troubled as he took slow and steady breaths. Something was bothering him, and I didn't know if it was just that damn article that was released last night.
Truth be told, I couldn't care less about what they said about me or who knew about us both. It was my father that worried me — in the end I carried his name, carried part of his legacy, right alongside my brother. My brother, who always stuck to the rules, who was the poster child of a Formula 1 (or soon to be) driver and didn't get in any trouble.
I always knew that I wasn't the calmest of persons, and I also knew that my character spoke for itself most of the time. Silence was never my forte, and I didn't want it to be, either. I loved who I was with every fiber of my being, and nothing would ever convince me otherwise. Not even that stupid article.
But after last night, I knew I had to own up to mistakes.
Phoenix and I needed to talk, I knew that. And I'd face the storm with his name on it when I got my affairs in order, but for now there were more important things I had to address.
Grabbing a pen and pencil from the desk, I wrote him a quick note.
Blueberry,
I need to take care of the mess I made — don't know yet when I'll be back. I'll text you.
xx Florence
P.S.: You snore, too. It's cute, though. ;)
That last part was true, but I mostly wrote it so I could imagine him doing that weird blush-thing he does when I compliment him. It's adorable, and if it helped him have a day that was a little better than mine, then writing those words surely couldn't hurt.
After placing his shirt and boxers on the desk and getting into my clothes, I couldn't help but just stare at him once more. I wondered what the future held for us, what we'd make of all the chaos we started. The only thing I knew was that I wanted him to be a part of that, no matter how difficult things may have looked at the moment.
I pressed a gentle kiss on his temple, stealing yet another glance before I slipped through the door.
My phone vibrated the second I got to my room, and I looked at the screen to find a message from my dad waiting for me.
Breakfast?
A smile spread on my lips at the reminder that Dad and I were the early birds of the family, though I couldn't help the twinge of guilt lingering in my heart.
I'll be down in 5.
Quickly changing into some jeans and a hoodie, I rushed down the stairs. Every bone in my body felt electrified, the sudden need to go for a run now invading my senses. Running has always been my favorite stress relief, and it'd been a while since I'd gotten some exercise in with everything going on. Work had occupied my mind, and if that wasn't enough, Phoenix asked for the rest of my attention.
