Two falling sparks, one willing fool.
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A/N: updates will be slow for a bit! I am a full time student so I am a bit busy right now! Trying to squeeze in writing wherever I can. Hope you enjoy what is currently out! Ily <3
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Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I chewed on my lips, standing in the garage with the Ferrari headphones on my head. Carlos was starting P3 and Charles P1. With the streak of bad luck, nerves were chewing away at me. If anything were to go wrong I would personally walk up to the strategists and smack them as hard as I could. The lights disappeared and the cars came to life. Charles DNF'ed and Carlos dropped to P4 after a gust of wind pushed him off track and I knew he would be upset. I was a little nervous because every time he had a bad race, we would always talk after he had processed it. But the emotions were raw and they were happening right in front of me.
We were in his drivers room and I was sitting on his bed, my hands crossed over my lap. He was pacing around, ripping the race suit open to tie it at his waist. The expression on his face didn't express anger. It was more disappointment. Still, I was afraid to speak. So I just watched him until he finally collapsed next to me. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was resting his head on his hands, his palms firmly pressing into his eyes. I knew whatever I said wouldn't be what he needed to hear. So instead, I said nothing and simply leaned my head on his shoulder and rubbed his back.
"Tell me something. Please" He pleaded, not moving an inch.
"Like what?" I whispered.
"Anything. Distract me." He replied and let out a deep breath.
"Umm, well..." I trailed off, doing my best to think of a meaningless topic. "I saw a tweet saying it's impossible to hold your tongue still, because all of the muscles it's just constantly moving"
I could see movement in his mouth, indicating that he was trying to hold it still. He let out a soft laugh and looked up at the wall in front of us. We shared a smile and he slipped his hand into mine. "Another shitty result. Another shitty race people will hold against me" He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"I also saw that you can't talk while inhaling through your nose" He turned to me with a look that told me I should stop talking, but I continued. I tried to talk and inhale, only making sounds that resembled groans and inhumane whines. He cracked a smile so I did it again. Then, he started cackling and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.
"Please stop" He said with a laugh.
"Carlos, I don't know how you do it" I stated, looking into his eyes. He seemed confused.
"Do what?"
"If my team fucked up nearly as much as this one does, I'd already have more than one murder charge. But you persevere and give it your all weekend after weekend. Plus, look at the bright side" I spoke and he looked at me expectantly, "you finished the race!" That earned me a good smack on the side of the head as we laughed.
