Mon Champion

Chapter 7

TW: Use of homophobic slur

Disclaimer: I 100% believe that there is no place for homophobia on this planet. However, this is a work of realistic fiction, and the existence of homophobia is sadly realistic. I also do not believe that any of the characters in this story would be homophobic to any extent.

Thank you for reading so far.

Also, this chapter is going to be a bit longer.

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Oscar's POV:

When I woke up, Lando was gone.

This wasn't a huge surprise to me, as I didn't expect him to stay with me as opposed to going to back home. What did surprise me, though, was what I saw when I stood up and walked into my bedroom.

His clothes from the night before were sitting on my bed. HIS clothes. On MY bed. This was made even worse by the fact that he'd taken a shower because he smelled bad. Now my bed was going to stink.

When I pulled out my phone to complain about this, I'd seen that he'd been quicker than me.

Message from Lando Norris:

Thanks for the clothes mate! Left you a gift of thanks on your bed, hope you like it. :)

I didn't like this gift. I wanted a receipt.

Oscar:

I don't really appreciate your gift. It smells horrible.

I grinned as I sent the text. I knew what Lando was going to say. He was going to deny that he stunk.

Lando:

I didn't even smell bad. You're just sensitive.

Knew it.

Oscar:

Whatever mate.

After I sent this final text, I went to prepare for my day. Before the race tonight, I didn't know what I was going to do all day. My season was over, so I didn't have any meetings or anything.

I figured I would just decide as the day went on. Besides, I'd slept until almost 2 pm, so the race was in only 3 hours.

I would've just slept all day, if I hadn't just done exactly that for 15 hours. None of my family could make it from France and all of my driver friends were either racing tonight or had already left Abu Dhabi.

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I didn't actually do anything of importance between the time I woke up and the time the F1 race started at 5. It was really just me alone watching movies. Other than Jake coming to say goodbye before he went back to the U.K., I didn't even talk to anybody else for the entire day.

Around 4:30, I set off for the paddock. I was watching the race with a few other drivers, and we were meeting up before the race to do a video for F2′s YouTube channel.

The video was something I was terrible at, that being a pictionary video. There was a reason I drove for a living.

This was pretty much summed up when Dan Ticktum called my drawing of a race helmet an "Ugly Looking Watermelon". I thought my drawing was okay, but this comment took those thoughts away pretty quick.

After we finished filming, we went up to the suite where we were watching the race. Racing was still a bit of a sore subject for me, but I was over what had happened with Oscar the day before.

I still wanted to punch him in the face though.

There were 4 of us in the suite at the beginning of the race. Me, Dan, Jehan Daruvala, and Théo Pourchaire. Halfway through the race, a very drunk Robert Shwartzman showed up, but passed out inside only a few minutes after arriving.