Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
'I'll be on the balcony, Danny.'

'Why aren't you sitting in the garage?' He frowned.

'We're on such a good track today I wanna be able to see all of it. I'll sit in the garage for the race.' I compromised.

'Deal.' He said, flashing me a smile.

'I love you, be careful.' I said, raising my eyebrows at him.

'I love you too, I always am.' He rolled his eyes jokingly, pulling me into a hug and squeezing me tight.

'Where's Lando?' I frowned, looking around the garage.

'In his drivers room. You're the only person I recon he'd let bother him, so if you're gonna wish him luck do it quickly.' He explained.

I saluted him, heading down the corridor and to my friends room. I could hear the faint humming of music coming from inside, and knocked lightly on the door.

'No, thanks.' He called, not even checking who it was.

Typical

'Okay, I'll just come back later.' I shouted.

'Fuck, no wait I didn't know it was you.' He responded, opening the door quickly, making sure I'd not run away.

I held my arms out to him and he took the embrace happily, swaying us side to side. Lando got nervous before races, and often even more nervous before the qualifiers.

'You doing good? Not thrown up yet?' I joked.

'No. Not yet.' He rolled his eyes, pushing me away before pulling me back.

'You'll do good out there Lando, I know it's hard for you here.' I smiled.

He didn't belong at McLaren. Neither of the boys did. They didn't have what they needed here, but until they got better offers they were stuck. If they lost their seat, they may never get it back.

'I'll be looking for you, okay?' He smiled, squeezing my hand.

'Okay.'

'We'd better get you ready, Lando.' Zak smiled, coming around the corner with a clipboard in his hand.

Lando grabbed his helmet and swung it at his side, looking at me nervously.

'I'll be on the balcony, okay? You'll be fine.' I smiled, giving him one last hug before letting him head off to the garage.

'Thanks for talking him round.' Zak muttered softly.

'Anytime.'

But I'd not done it for him. I'd done it for Lando. People didn't need to think he was a shit driver just because he had a difficult car. There was just nowhere for him to move at the moment.

I headed up to the balcony and smiled when I saw Roscoe asleep on the sofa by the window, a note sitting by the table.

Roscoe promised to behave if I let him hang out with you, I hope he's sleeping and not ripping up the entire lounge.

He said he wants the best view to watch the race x
Lewis

I smiled, putting the note down and leaning over to give Roscoe a stroke on the head. He opened his eyes and shot up when he saw it was me, jumping up at my legs.

'Come on, sleepy, let's go to the balcony.' I chuckled, heading outside and sitting down on the lounger.

He curled up at the bottom of mine, falling back to sleep in minutes. I put up the umbrella, not wanting him to overheat. By the time I'd done that, the qualifiers were starting.