LOVE AT LAST// GEORGE RUSSELL

FOUR

FOUR

"DAK! PUT ME DOWN!"

Tala Villanueva screamed happily as her brother was holding her upside down, unable to touch the ground.

"You'll get down when you admit that I'm better than George, Mick and Lance." Dakila Villanueva teased his sister as he held her legs, therefore allowing her to hang upside down.

Not by choice though, of course.

George Russell, Mick Schumacher and Lance Stroll stood nearby to their two best friends, seeing them bicker like the constantly arguing siblings that they were.

Dakila may have been the more successful sibling and the overall richer twin, but Tala had something which he was lacking on in certain areas.

Personality and humor.

"I said that you were better than Tonio, Charles and Alex, so why doesn't that matter?"

Dakila shook his head with a small smile on his face at his sisters words. "Because I have to be the best of the best."

"Bit hard when you're amazing and beautiful sister is automatically better than you."

"Lies."

"No mate, it's not." George and Charles shouted loudly from opposite sides of the room that they were in, with the two of them laughing loudly.

"Dude! You're both my best friends, not hers!" Dakila released a small whine from the back of his throat at the words of his best friends.

"Nope, we're her boys." Charles Leclerc winked playfully at the two Villanueva siblings, hearing one laugh loudly whereas the other one released an offended shout.

"Love you, Charlie!"

"Love you too, Tally."

George noticed the two smiling brightly at each other and forced his eyebrows to furrow together in confusion.

He had no idea that they were that close.

And he didn't like it.

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"Does anybody else know that you're here?"

"No."

"Oh, okay."

Charles Leclerc spoke in surprise with both of his eyebrows raised as he stood in front of the figure of the one and only Tala Villanueva.

She was wearing light grey sweatpants that he knew were belonging to that of George Russell, as well as a very familiar sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt of her brother.

He noticed her purple under eyes which she had managed to slightly cover with some concealer.

It wasn't that noticeable if you weren't looking, but he was always somebody who took note of the small things about her, since he cared about her.

The Monégasque Formula One driver felt like he had lost both a brother and a sister when Dakila had died.

Charles raised his eyebrows in surprise once more as the Villanueva girl stepped against his chest, before she wrapped her arms around his waist, therefore burying her face in to the crook of his neck.

"Are you okay? You never want hugs."

Charles gently wrapped his arms around the girl that he had always seen as a sister, with his chin resting on the top of her head.