End Of Summer ~ Mick Schumacher

Tattoo

Delancy POV:

Charles, Charlotte, and I were on our way to Italy. To pass the time in the jet, we played some games. I calmed down from yesterday and decided to work harder than usual.

I won't let anyone pass me and take away my title. I didn't even search for my name on the Internet today. Some time ago I got a nickname in the F1 fandom when I was still a rookie. "Red Devil".

I wasn't giving any Interviews, filming challenges, or interacting with anybody. You could only see me on the track when I overtook the others. It was the best debut in my career.

Since I was only dressed in red and my car was red too I got the nickname. DeVille screams for wordplay. It also reminds me of my favorite Disney villain. Only that Cruella's surname is literally De Vil.

Anyway, I will prove once again that this nickname serves me right. There is still this PR thing I have to do but this won't stay in my way.

"Guys, I have a surprise for you. Just don't tell anybody about it." Charlotte grinned as she stood up to get us our surprise. Charles and I exchanged confused looks and then I noticed his worried look.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him and he acted as if I caught him.

"What? Oh no, nothing. I just, Uhm, are you okay Delancy?"

"Yes. I'm perfectly fine. No need to worry." I smiled and he smiled back but I knew he didn't believe me. He didn't say anything else anymore, so I stayed quiet too. Then Charlotte came back with a box and placed it on the table.

"Tadaaa, it's a box with donuts. Just don't you tell a word to the others. I thought you guys might need it."

Charles and I didn't wait one second to open the box. Donuts. Oh god, yes. "This one's mine!" I grabbed the Oreo one. Charles grabbed one too and Charlotte started laughing.

"Surprise succeded!" She sat down next to Charles again and took a donut too.

"Thanksch Scharlotte" Charles and I spoke with a full mouth. Then a piece fell out of Charles mouth and all of us laughed.

...

"Wow."

I love Italy. Especially during March. You can feel how the country moves from the winter into the spring season. It's not too cold and not too warm. Just perfect. Though, I'm a Winter person. This will be my race. I feel it in my little finger.

We arrived at the Hotel and the Taxi driver was just helping me with my suitcase when another Taxi stopped infront of the Hotel. It were Mick and Seb. The first one to get out of the car was Seb, then Mick followed. They got their suitcases and walked over to greet us. Then I had an idea.

"Seb? Kurze Frage."

("Seb? Short question.")

He turned to me, smiling. "Was gibt's?" ("What's up?")

I looked at Mick then to him. "Do you mind, exchanging rooms with me?" Now Mick joined us too. I couldn't figure out his face expression because of the sunglasses he was wearing but he wasn't smiling.

"Why?" It took him a minute to realise why I asked him that. "Oh, that's why. Didn't Bianchi tell you to do what she said?"

"The paparazzi won't knock on the door of the Hotel room to check if we are together. And we're already following her whole schedule. Please, Seb." Mick crossed his arms and looked at him. That's the first intelligent thing that came out of his mouth. I'm surprised.

Seb sighed and looked up to the heaven before he looked at us both. "You both slept together in a bed when you were kids. But fine, Delancy and I will switch." I was performing my victory dance in my mind.
"Danke, Seb." I smiled at him now and just took a quick glance at Mick who looked at me too the moment I looked at him. Ugh, I feel caught. Rolling the suitcase behind me I entered the Hotel with Charles and Charlotte.