NEW KID ON THE BLOCK// OSCAR PIASTRI

THREE

THREE

Eliana Friedmann had fainted in front of Daniel Ricciardo.

Which was honestly one of the most embarrassing moments in her entire life, easily beating every single other embarrassing moment that she had ever had.

As she began to stir and wake up, she could feel what seemed to be cushions and pillows placed underneath her body which allowed for a certain level of comfort to spread throughout her body.

She could also feel a rather soft and fluffy blanket of sorts which must have been placed over her when she was laid to rest on whatever pillow fort or sofa she was on, giving her warmth, even if she was already burning up.

Not from being ill, but of embarrassment.

She could hear soft hums from somewhere near her as somebody within the room was humming along to a song that played on the radio, which she didn't quite know the name of, but she knew it was a song belonging to Selena Gomez.

The voice that she could hear certainly wasn't somebody that she knew, that was for sure, because she knew Pierre's humming voice like that back of her hand, mainly due to the fact that he would never actually stay humming, he would always end up singing along.

George never hummed to songs, he would either dance or sing loudly with no space imbetween for anything else.

Charles would often sing along to the song, but never know the words. It didn't stop him from doing it as he would just confidently sing his own lyrics that he had made up, or mistook the original lyrics for.

And it for sure wasn't Daniel. His humming voice, his singing voice, his talking voice, his everything in general was just too perfect to be what she was hearing.

Her eyelashes fluttered carefully and slowly open, her eyes forced to squint slightly due to the amount of bright white light that was in the room, before they were able to readjust so that she wasn't going blind.

She propped herself up and on to her elbows so that she could glance around the room, finding a figure stood with their back to her whilst moving their hips in a slight dance.

The ruffling sound of the blanket moving signalled to the person that she had awoken from her brief slumber and state of unconscious, turning their body around to give her a gentle and reassuring smile.

It was a boy, who was definitely around her age or maybe a tiny bit younger than her, with brown hair which seemed to stick out everywhere and never stay in one place.

He had a weird hairline, the hair on his head not being very generous to him in the way that it shaped his oval shaped head. His ears stuck out a bit, making him look a little bit like an elf.

Eliana thought that he reminded her of Dobby the House Elf.

But then again, he would, because she knew exactly who he was and she was certainly not happy to see him smiling at her as if everything in the world was okay.

Everything in the world was not okay.

Of course, there were wars happening everywhere, and innocent people were dying, natural disasters were ruining peoples lives and taking away their livelihood, tyrannical dictators were holding their own countries to ransom and ruining the lives of their own people.

But to her, there was one thing that was a lot more important.

Daniel Ricciardo didn't have a Formula One seat.

And he had taken it from him.

Of course, that was such a first world problem that she knew if she ever said it out loud that she would have people coming for her head, but there wasn't anything that she could do about the those things.