F1 One Shots

maniac [max verstappen]

word count:2,3k
warnings:none, slight angst
song: Maniac by Conan Gray
A/N: Hello! When I started writing this piece, I think I had the song Youngblood from 5SOS in my mind but it gravitated to this one somehow. I hope you'll like it <3

You were with your friends partying
When the alcohol kicked in
Said you wanted me dead
So, you show up at my home, all alone
With a shovel and a rose
Do you think I'm a joke?

The screeching of the tires was the only thing that was heard in the darkness of her street at 2am. She didn't pay attention to it although the rolling of it on her parking lot gave her goosebumps, mostly because she recognized it, or at least thought so. She got up groggily, her hand flying to check the clock again, resting above the alarm button. 2:18. Her alarm was going to ring at 5:30, just like every single weekday. It's Wednesday right now, she has to get up early, go to her university, listen to the professors talk about their subjects all while being barely awake, afterwards she has to study and maybe even go to a coffee shop to get some coffee. Possibly invite her friend over for a movie marathon. But now, she finds herself awake, perched up on the bed, listening to any sound she can make out. She laughed at herself, she probably looked like one of big dog breeds when they hear something and their ears perch up and they stop breathing. She sighed out, lazily making out the silhouette of her furniture and other stuff she had laying around. Maybe she imagined it, the familiar screech of Aston Martin in her driveway. You are just tired, it's your mind playing games with you, go back to sleep, she told herself.
She got up, her legs subconsciously taking her towards the front door of her house but she stopped herself and sighed, turning back. She waltzed into the kitchen and took her favorite mug, a pure grey one.  She used to have a different favorite mug. It was orange and it said 'you are my best friend forever'. She shook her head, trying to stop the tears that will undoubtedly fall soon. It's a ritual at this point. Everything oozes him. No wonder, he was everywhere in the house, at some point between his races, she even joked with him about him moving in, on which he would raise his brows and chuckle, not denying the option. She made herself tea and just as she was about to walk upstairs, the house rang with loud knocks on her front door. She looked back with tears welling up in her eyes. Is it-
Knock knock knock.
pause.
Knock knock knock.
She gasped, putting her mug on the cupboard near, almost knocking the poor plant that rested on it down and opened her door, not caring about how she looks. Not caring about the ponytail that was already about to fall out, her sweatpants and...his shirt. He looked just as broken. His hair was a mess, he hasn't shaved in a while and he was wearing black sweats, shirt and a jacket.
"Max" she choked out, her hands flying to her arms in a poor attempt to warm herself, the chilly December air making goosebumps appear on her skin.

'Cause people like you always want back what they can't have
But I'm past that and you know that
So you should turn back to your outback tellin' them trash

"Can I come in?" He was crying too, it was quite obvious with the tone in his voice. She nodded, opening the door more, sign of a welcome. He walked in and she closed the door, locking it behind her. She saw his bend down and take his shoes off making her smile a bit. He knows she absolutely hates when someone wears their shoes around her house.
"May I?" He asked, his hand already reaching into her shoe cabinet, his orange slippers that she bought especially for him and never allowed anyone else to wear made her heart clench.
"Go ahead" she wanted to say it strong, to stand her ground, but it came out as a broken whisper. She mentally winced at that.
He took the slippers and smiled as he put them on, taking off his jacket and handing it to her, knowing how she always puts it in the closet next to the shoe cabinet, just like she did now. He knows her. She knows him. He walked into her living room, stairs that were leading upstairs to her bathroom and her room causing his heart to ache.