LOVE AT LAST// GEORGE RUSSELL

EIGHT

EIGHT

"Is she okay?"

Carlos Sainz found himself questioning in confusion, as he carefully entered the apartment of Mercedes Formula One driver George Russell.

His dark brown eyes fell on a small woman who was running around the apartment with a wet towel in her hand. She was chasing after the Russell boy, who had the brightest of smiles possible on his face.

"She's trying to whip him with a towel because he's learnt some Fillipino."

Charles Leclerc chuckled as he leant back against door, watching the chaos and madness unfold. His eyes sparkled as he watched on, a large grin at just how familiar it was.

It was like how it was before they lost Dakila.

"What did he say?" Carlos laughed, amazement filling him since he had no idea that the Villanueva girl had that much energy in her.

"From what I gathered, something about her mother." The Leclerc boy spoke to the Sainz man, informing him that their fellow driver had made a your mom joke in Tala's first language.

"Oh. She's gonna kill him." Carlos' eyes widened slightly, his lips moving in to a grin as he heard squeals coming from the Russell boy as he fled from her.

"I know."

Charles and Carlos exchanged a glance out of the corner of their eyes, their looks matching one another as they both turned back to watch the murder scene unfold in front of them.

They were Team Tala, for many reasons. One of which was because George was their rival. Another being, they liked Tala. Tala was one of Charles' best friends.

George Russell begged to be spared as he stumbled on to the carpeted floor beneath his feet, his hands shooting out in a defensive manoeuvre, giggles and laughs leaving his lips.

Tala Villanueva stood above the British boy with a soft glare, one that didn't hold any malice but only teasing, humor and smugness.

The towel was clutched so tightly within her grasp that her knuckles were almost white, the veins on her hand nearly popping out from gripping it so hard.

"Please forgive me!" George pleaded with her. "I'm too young to die! Not like this!"

Tala found her teeth grinding down against each other as her ears heard the words 'I'm too young to die' with the image of her brother invading her mind though she had to desperately force it away.

George released a high pitched scream which then was followed by his loud laugh as he found himself being hit with a towel to the side of his body, a burning feeling flooding through him.

Tala's hands shook slightly as she tried to keep her composure as cool and calm as possible, biting down on the inside of her cheek and accidentally drawing blood, making a metallic taste invade her mouth.

"That looked painful."

Charles and Carlos laughed together as they had watched the scene unfold, though the eyes of the Leclerc boy was just about able to pick up the slight shaking hands of his Fillipino friend.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly together, giving her a look of concern, his head moving up and down subtly as she moved hers to the side to signal that she was okay and that nothing was wrong.

"It was." George chuckled through the pain, since he knew that it was coming.

It was what he deserved after making a joke about Tala's mother, who had moved back to the Philippines just before Dakila died and had refused to come to his funeral.