the lakes - charles leclerc

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adriana was the first to wake on the third day of being ostracized by society. she got herself a bottle of water and sat on one of the wooden stumps, desolate. she stayed there for a short while, taking in mother nature's beauty in that moment. charles arrived on the scene, with a rainbow tie-dye bandana in his hair, and a shirt in hand, topless.

"morning," he grumbled, his morning voice evident, rubbing his eyes due to only being awake for a short period of time.

"morning, charles," she spoke, smiling at the ferrari driver weakly, "how did you sleep?"

"it was good. you?

"could've been better, could've been worse. here," her hand stretched out to give him a water bottle.

"thanks," he responded lightly. "thought i'd be the only one awake. i'd look a bit more presentable," the man from monaco quickly put his shirt on, not wanting to make the canadian uncomfortable.

"don't fret about it, mate. make yourself feel at home," she said simply, finding it unnecessary that he had to change his ways to be around her. "so... yesterday i told you about me, and i think it's only fair that it happens the other way."

"what? i tell you stuff about me?"

"about f1 and ferrari, yeah. how was last season for you?"

"i suppose you can say it was okay. finished 7th overall."

"decent, decent. how did your teammate get on?"

"carlos? he was 5th i think. don't quote me on that though," he laughed, causing a cascade of laughter amongst the duo.

"how do you not know how your teammate got on?"

"i pay attention to myself okay! it's hard focusing on your own races, never mind someone else's,"

during this, the two unknowingly moved closer, which many would interpret to be signs of attraction. others would say it's similar to romance, and the rest would say it's both. pierre and george wandered in the direction of adriana and charles, and they didn't think much of the interaction between the canadian and the monegasque.

"morning you two," george spoke. "how'd you sleep, adri?"

"was alright, you could say. how was last night for you?"

"yeah, it was fine. i reckon breakfast will be soon, so we'll need firewood."

"me and charles will go," pierre announced, grabbing charles' hand and making him stand. "come on, charles."

"what, i," he looked around, clearly not wanting to go. he sighed, admitting defeat, after adriana gave him a sympathetic look. "fine."

the two from western europe went over to the little cabin, where the wooden logs are stored. they talked about formula one and football, making small talk to pass the time. by the time they had returned, breakfast and a note had arrived, and the girls were sat on the tree stumps. charles was a little annoyed as hailey took his spot, so he'd have to sit with lando and alex instead of being with adriana.

"guten morgen meine freunde, you have strips of bacon with sausages and toast. what you do with these eggs are up to you, so as a few people say, 'make a meal out of it'!"

olive and george worked together to create, yet again, another brilliant meal. they all talked and got to know each other even more, but charles still only wanted to get to know adriana. the rest of the day mainly was a compilation of pierre and maeve funny moments, as they provided some entertainment to the group. and after dinner, lando had an idea.

"i have an idea!"

"that's dangerous," charles commented, not really realising he said it out loud.

"shut it, charles the chair. nobody asked. who's the youngest here?" lando questioned, knowing that he was the youngest male there.

"probably me. i'm 21," hailey responded.

"you're so young! like a baby. well, i think you and me should have a race."

"what the fuck? i didn't come here to run," hailey spoke about her disbelief.

"alex, do you agree with what i said?"

"and what did you say?"

"just say yes."

"erm... yes?"

"see! alex agrees. i'll set out a space thingy so we can run,"

"this kid," hailey shook her head, her hand on her forehead, wondering what made him think of this idea.

lando, proud of himself, gathered the people of the lakes to witness 'the race of the cool kids', and at the end of the race, hailey won.

"whoever thought of this is an idiot anyway. it was a stupid idea, and clearly it isn't fun."

"so much for a baby, eh?"

"let's be honest, you only won because f1 cars aren't powered by running. and i find that a bit unfair."

"that's life, lando. welcome to the real world."

they then went to bed, tired with boredom, with charles wondering why he could only think of one person, and everyone can guess who that person is.