Spinning Tyres ~ Pierre Gasly

Mexican Heat

I know the writing is really bad in the first 2, but im trying to make it better x 

Feel free to give me feedback and ideas. 

Charles POV 

There was a car waiting for us on the tarmac as we got off the plane, I wish there were 2 because Arthur and Isabelle's arguing has already started and I don't want to spend my whole holiday trying to break up their little fights. I specifically asked for a car with enough room for us all and this is way too small, but at least it has 3 seats in the front and 3 in the back. 

"Shotgun" Isabelle and Arthur both said simultaneously. They both began to run for the car trying to see who could get the front seat first, you wouldn't think they're in their twenties, such children. Arthur made it to the car before Isabelle. "Fine I'll settle for middle seat" Isabelle not satisfied with not getting the front window seat she threw her bags into the back and walked back around the car. "Actually Isabelle you need to sit in the back, you and Arthur are the smallest so you'll both have to sit in middle, Isabelle in the back with me and Pierre." I know they both hate me right now, but if I wasn't the organised, some might say controlling older brother, then who would be? I really hate being that guy, and I know they hate me for it, but Enzo is too laid back to tell them what to do. "Charles you owe me for not getting the window seat, I'm holding you to it" Arthur is big on deals or whatever he calls them. Which is sometimes not ideal for any of us because he could ask us to do anything.

Isabelle Pov
We all got in the car like Charles asked, Enzo and Arthur sat in the front with the driver, and me, Charles and Pierre sat in the back. You'd think Charles would want to sit next to Pierre but like he said 'the smallest has to sit in the middle'. 

This is the worst car journey of my life, it's so cramped back here especially with me sitting between two muscly guys. Not to mention the fact Charles is man spreading, pushing me even closer to Pierre. "Charles could you please move over" i said in an annoyed tone, he just looks over to me and glares. "Spot complaining Isabelle, it's only a 25 minute car journey" I didn't want to get into a fight with Charles, I've come on this holiday to spend time with him. Even though it may seem like we hate each other now, we have a mutual understanding and he loves me in a way no one else would understand. I'd say at one point in our lives we were closer than i was with Arthur and Enzo but I guess as I got older he's become more protective over me and that pushed me away. 

Through all of the silence Pierre spoke up "Actually man you could move over a bit, my whole body is moulding to the side of the door." Charles didn't even make eye contact with Pierre as he spoke to him, he continued to look at me as he moved his body over and his legs slightly in. Charles may have given me and Pierre more room but our bodies were still touching. The warm sticky skin of our legs touched together as he spread out, I gave him more leg space because I know how guys are with that sort of stuff. This whole car ride felt so intimate, we'd never really touched for this long before, only the odd few high fives and friendly punches when we were younger.

Pierre rolled the window down and a gust of wind entered the car pulling the scent of his cologne in my direction. Fuck me. I love the smell of him, I've always imagined what he smells like but it's nothing compared to smelling him in real life. 'Stop Isabelle what are you doing' my own mind is warning me against these invasive thoughts. I know none of my thoughts about him will ever become a reality but it makes me feel some sort of way and I like it. I need to snap back into reality. 'He's your brothers best friend Belle' 'your not thinking like a grown adult' okay that should do it. 

"Arthur put some music on, If I'm being forced to sit in a small car with 4 guys i at least want something to drown out the testosterone filling the air" I don't even care if it's a random radio station playing in a different language at this point, I just want something to distract me. Arthur puts on the radio and a Spanish station comes on, it makes sense since we are in Mexico. And Spanish is a language I can speak at an intermediate level, I'm still learning.

"You know I have missed this" Charles sounds relieved to have said that. "Missed what?" Enzo said with a slight snicker of a laugh. "Just us, being back together, Arthur and Isabelle's disagreements, Pierre being here, it's like old times" everyone sounded confused about what just came out of Charles' mouth. "You should have come home more often" I replied, looking over at him. "If I did would you make an effort to come see me?" He said that as if I don't do that now, it's not like I could have left university to follow him around the world the past 4 years. "Yes you know I've missed you" Does he know that? I mean maybe he thinks I haven't because he never calls me to say hi or to check up on me. "How come every time we've had a race in Monaco you've missed it" Charles sounded upset, and I'm not really sure how to answer the question. "Can we just not talk about work this holiday?" Thankyouuu Enzo for saving the day, this is what he does best. I know he knows I don't want to answer this question, he knows my answer. 

"After Isabelle answers my question" Charles isn't going to let this go. "Charles come on she doesn't have to" okay now Pierre's sticking up for me, my night in shining armour. 'Belle stop there's much such thing.' There's my mind going off again.  "All I want to know is why she didn't want to see me when I came home" Charles was staring deep into my soul, as if he would find the answer somewhere in there. I really didn't want to answer this because it would mean me opening myself up to emotions and becoming vulnerable in front of them all. "I thought you hated me" Charles looked confused at my confession, obviously I kept some of the details to myself. "I could never hate you Belle". Charles just said Belle, he never does that. For once he's actually showing emotion and empathy.

"Why did you never call? Or invite me to your races? You know what I'm like, I don't like to ask for things, and I thought you didn't want me there" Charles looks as I've just said something to upset him. "I'm sorry Belle I didn't realise this is how you felt, if I could I would have you at every race because you my best friend" he touches my shoulder to comfort me, it's like he could sense all of the sadness in my body as it slowly started to realise from me. "I'm loving all of this sibling bonding but it just sounds weird to hear you call her Belle Charles." Enzo said. "Yeah that's our thing" Arthur pointed between himself and Enzo. "You call her Isabelle and Pierre calls her Isa" Charles looked over to Pierre, "I guess I'll just call her Isa like Pierre does then" Pierre's face screwed up in a weird way, I'm not sure why its not like he owns that nickname. "I like when you call me Isabelle, you did name me" Charles laughs. "okay Isabelle"

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