AutumnDR3 II Daniel Riccardo

Chapter Five:

I close the door behind me and frown. I forgot what a mess this place was. There's clothes, take out boxes, make up products, bottles of half drank water, empty bottles of wine and beers, Blankets, an pillows scattered everywhere. Me and D had a going away party during the weekend. It's Monday again and I had to work today. It's probably about six in the evening.  I walk over to my room that's just as messy. I change out of the black pants and white button up that's mandatory for Monday's at the store. I put on a pair of black sweat pants and a oversized hoodie I've had for years. I connect my phone to the speaker and put on my country mix. 

I start throwing all the trash away and open a pizza box to see it still has a full pizza in. Hell yeah I don't have to cook tonight. I put the pizza in the oven for when I'm ready to eat. I carry on throwing all the trash away. Dancing to the music.  I throw all the blankets in the wash and start sweeping. I end up in my bedroom and change the bedding. I take the blankets out of the washing machine and put them in the tumble drier. Before throwing the bedding I just took off, and some clothes into the washing machine. I grab the mop and get some soapy water and start mopping the whole apartment.  

I throw the now dirty water out into the sink as the clothing machines beep. I take the blankets out and put them in a basket. I move the items from the washing machine to the tumble drier. I quickly wipe the counters and start folding the blankets. My music goes soft for a second and My phone makes a notification sound I'm not used to. I pause what I'm doing and look at the notification.  

New Email from: McLaren F1 Fan Outreach
Hey Autumn Night, I am contacting you on behalf of the

The notification cut off. I don't think I've ever opened an email so fast in my life.   

We would love for you to Join us at the Silverstone Grand Prix 
from: McLarenF1FanOutreach@Gmail.com
Hi Autumn Night!
You have been  anonymously chosen to have a full expenses paid trip to the Silverstone grand prix. Including Hotel stay, Paddock Passes and lunches at the F1 cafeteria. 
We understand that the Silverstone Grand Prix is super close but would love to have you regardless. 
In order to have you with us we need the following:
- Your Address (To send you your passes)    
- Your full name and a picture 
- Your plus one's full name and Picture. 

I read the rest of the email and Immediately replied with the things they needed. I disconnect my phone from the speaker and phone D. She picks up just as I'm about to give up.

 DEBS: It's almost ten o'clock what do you want? 

AUTS: How'd you like to go the Silverstone Grand Prix?

DEBS: Please like we'd ever be able to afford that

AUTS: What if I told you that it's all expenses paid?

DEBS: I must be dreaming what are you going on about?

AUTS: I Already sent the screenshot to you

I hear her mumble reading the message to herself

DEBS: Oh My Fucken God

AUTS: Exactly

DEBS: We're going to watch a formula one race live from our favorite teams garage!

AUTS: Who said Your invited?

DEBS: Don't even lie you know very well I'm coming with. Your dad hates the Silverstone Grand Prix, Your mom doesn't care about Formula One, And While No offense, I'm your only friend.

AUTS:  While I already sent your info through. Not like you would have plans else where.

DEBS: How would you know?

AUTS: While no offense, but I'm your only friend

DEBS: I walked straight into that

AUTS: Yes. Yes you did.

I hear a laugh come through the phone. My phone gets another notification and I look and see its from McLaren again. 

AUTS: They replied already

DEBS: What did they say?

I read the message to D. It's just information about what we can and can't do in the paddock and where to go when we get in. They also said I could expect a package before Thursday. 

DEBS: I can't believe this is our life. 

AUTS: Tell me about it

I hear Debs mom on the other side of the phone

DEBS: Mom needs my help with something. I'll see you tomorrow. Please make sure mom's order is ready for pick up at twelve

AUTS: It's been prioritized don't worry

DEBS: Awesome! Thank you! Love you see you later.

AUTS: Ciao

I hear the phone bleep telling me the call was over and my music started to play again. 

What was this world I had joined and how long can I stay here?

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I've scrolled all the way back on her Instagram account that I'm in her teenage years. The first year she got Instagram to be exact. She was Sixteen when her mom first opened her bakery. 

I read the caption. 

"Sixteen Years ago the Amazing person, I'm lucky enough to call mom, had her dream of opening a bakery crushed because along came little me. But today after a year of preparation Her dream came true.  My mom finally got to open the bakery she's dreamt about since she was little. I have never been so proud. So if you are in the Milton Keynes area come check out Fairytale Bakery"

That made me tear up. I sniff before opening a new tab on my computer.  Googling "Fairytale Bakery Milton Keynes".  A second later I'm greeted with a page fill of information. It's still open. Monday to Friday from 7am to 5pm and Saturdays from 8am to 1pm. I see they have a website and click the link. I'm greeted with a very cute pastel website. With options to get a quote, get in touch, look at their products, Online order, get something delivered and all their social media's, As well as their address. Autumn must be the one that handles this stuff. 

I sigh and go to place an Online Order.  Wait, you can't just use your real name.  I use a fake name and place an order for collection for Wednesday. Just a pack of chocolate cupcakes. I pay the deposit and close my laptop with a sigh. Why do you do this to yourself Lando?