Lights Out

Mixed News

Wednesday 10th November.
"Hi guys! Back with the streaming again, yeah. Brazil is great, yeah. It's quite warm, actually. Let's hope it's a dry race," I laughed. "Wet races are always entertaining here tho-" I stopped talking, frowning as I heard muffled voices from the other room. Lando emerged in the doorframe and walked into the bathroom, holding up his phone to show a slightly delayed picture of my stream with a massive grin on his face.
"Harry!" I shouted, making my boyfriend join us. "We aren't supposed to take stray children in, okay? We have to report them to the authorities."
I turned back to Lando, who had a pout on his face.
"You're mean," he said.
"And you need to get out. You've ruined my stream now. All they're going to say is that they want you back. I had actual plans, you know."
"Like what?"
"I'm dyeing her hair," Harry answered.
"Oooh, what colour?"
"Red."
"Nice! Can I stay?"
"No," both Harry and I said in unison.
"The adults have spoken, Lando. Off you pop, go on." I ushered him out of the room. He stuck his tongue out at me before leaving. I turned back to my stream and sighed.
"He'll be in the next one, guys, don't worry."
A text message from Lando popped up on my phone, which was lying next to my iPad that I was streaming on. I picked it up and answered him.
Nando Lorris: That was really mean, my feelings are hurt :'(
Read 4.23pm
Jessie: Go cry to Luisa about it <3
Read 4.23pm
Nando Lorris: I will
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"Anyway, let's get on with the stream, shall we? I know I haven't been very active, I'm sorry. Things have been very busy and this weekend is being a hassle because there's the sprint race. Ah, yes, thank you, guys. The win felt good, glad to bring up more points for the team. The gearbox failed in Max's car, that's why he had to retire. It happens, it's just annoying since Lewis is still so close to Max. Don't worry Hamilton fans, anything can happen in a few races, he can still win. He won't, because Max will, but he could. Ah, he's back. Have you got the-"
"I've got it with me, don't worry," Harry said, resting his chin on my shoulder as he read the chat.
"They like me," he grinned.
"Of course they do," I answered, rolling my eyes and trying to shrug him off.
"Do you like me?"
"Unfortunately," I sighed. He cried out dramatically, clutching his chest as if he'd just been wounded.
"Well," he sniffed, "I guess it's just too bad that I love you with my whole heart and no amount of hurt you throw at me can change that." He broke out into a smile after finishing his sentence as I laughed at him and called him an idiot.
"Your idiot, though," he said, kissing me on the forehead. I pushed him away, pretending to retch.
"Don't edit that and post it on TikTok," I said to the stream, pointing a finger at them.
"Which brush am I using?" Harry asked, slightly turned away from the iPad. I reached over and handed him the right one.
"That one."
"Muchas gracias," he said, his Scottish accent being more prominent that the attempted Spanish one. I pulled a face.
"Apologise to all of the Latin people in my stream please. That was offensive."
"It wasn't that bad."
"It was terrible. Oh!" I turned to the stream. "He took me to a restaurant when we were in Mexico. Everything was in Spanish, and he was lucky that our waiter spoke English. I ordered and he got the same as me but had to ask me what I got."
"I'm terrible at languages," Harry sighed. There was a moment of silence as
I read the chat.
"How many languages can I speak? I can speak French, Italian, and Spanish, although I'm far from fluent in the last one."
"Shut up, you can hold an in depth conversation with Carlos," Harry scoffed.
"Fluency is different to me being able to hold conversation," I laughed. "Anyway, can we dye my hair now?"

Friday 12th November.
"And here we are, Jessie has a new hair colour once again. Jessie, going red with the Red Bulls. What are you-, oh you're with your trainer. Hello. Sorry, have I interrupted your warm-up for the qualifying session next?"
"No, it's fine. We haven't started yet."
"Good, good. So Jessie, next season, how about you come and work with me? We can do the Notebook show together."
"I don't think they'd let me do that, Ted, as much as I'd like to," I laughed.
"I'll speak to the big bosses for you. Would you like some fruit, by the way?" he asked, pulling out a tub of strawberries from the bag I'd just noticed he was carrying. I frowned, confused and suspicious.
"They haven't been out in the sun all day like the cheese you were talking about with Seb, have they?"
"No, of course not. They're fresh."
"Well, I'd love to but if I eat right now I might throw up in the car."
"Ah, okay. More for me, that's alright."
"Ted," I started, a cautious tone carrying in my voice, "why do you carry around the most random things?"
"You never know when you might want some strawberries."
"Right," I said, dragging out the 'i'. "Anyway I've got to start warming up now so I'll see you around."
"See you around, Jessie. Let's go see what other driver's we can catch," Ted said to the camera as he started to walk away. I laughed and shouted after him.
"We aren't Pokémon, Ted!"
He turned around to look at me one more time, laughing, before turning back around and continuing his hunt.
"Pokémon," Nick chuckled. "Funny."