: ̗̀➛ part four of the
one for the road series
RENEGADE / CS55
"is it insensitive for me to
say get your shit together
so I can love you?"
carlos sainz had never been a player.
however, he had also never had his...
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you're the worst of my crimes 🎶 best by gracie abrams
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WHY DIDN'T I bring more clothes?" Eleanor whines from where she's standing in front of a mirror, dressed only in a black bra, white mini skirt and tights. "This is my personal hell."
Her voice is nearly drowned out by the loud clatter of rain against the window—Lake Como has taken on a somber look with the sudden change of weather, its grey waters fading into the colourless sky, covered by sheets of rain. It has left me anxious for the qualifying day ahead; if the heavy rain doesn't clear up by then, drivers' visibility would be severely at risk.
I turn my attention back to Eleanor's frustrated expression, the clothing options hanging in her closet all too cold and revealing for a weather like this. I don't share a similar problem, my black denim jumpsuit easily covered up with my signature leather jacket, which I barely ever leave at home. Eleanor seems not to have thought that far ahead.
Although, her head has been somewhere else this entire weekend. Looking at her suitcase, which is opened haphazardly against the wall next to Lando's, which surprisingly reveals contents that are packed much more neatly, one can visibly see the evidence of a mindless packer. There are multiple mismatched bikini sets, outfit colour combinations that Eleanor would never wear, an overwhelming presence of short, small tops and a surprising lack of warmer options. Whatever Eleanor was doing while packing, it certainly took up most of her attention.
"Couldn't you wear one of Lando's hoodies?" I suggest, tearing my gaze away from the suitcases once I spot a certain lacy item that brings images to mind that I wish I could wash from my eyes with Dettol. I shift so I am leaning back on my elbows, lounging comfortably on Eleanor and Lando's bed. At least I get to relax while watching Eleanor's meltdown.
"You know he only ever brings Quadrant and McLaren merch with him," she says with a roll of her eyes. "Papaya is not my colour."
"I'm surprised it's anyone's colour, really," I quip, grinning, wishing briefly that Lando were here to hear the jest.
"You say that as if you ever wear any. What do you know about colour analysis?" Eleanor crosses her arms, facing me. The feeling of playfulness slowly subsides, and I feel myself tense.
"A fair bit! I have TikTok, you know."
"Still. We can't all live in black and white like you do. Anyway, Lando's hoodies all fit awkwardly. Plus, don't you think it's way too on the nose if I walk in wearing bright orange? It screams I'm wearing my boyfriend's clothes." Eleanor's face scrunches up in obvious distaste at the thought.
