❝ there isn't a word to describe how much i hate you ❞
❝ would it help you find one if i hit you with a dictionary? ❞
✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- a story in which two rivals are given an ultimatum in order to save their careers while simultaneously fighting for the...
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( dialogue in italics is them speaking french until next line break ! )
MISSION ONE: FIND CHARLES and arthur.
that wasn't too difficult because they usually played fifa together on sunday mornings if they were racing the same grand prix.
"open the door!" isabel knocked loudly. "this is room service!"
"isabel, i swear to god you better not be at my door!" charles called back.
max looked at her, "oh god. he doesn't sound happy."
isabel squeezed his hand before letting go. "it is fine," she assured him. "he'll shut up about me being here when we tell him."
arthur made it to the door first and opened it, glancing between max and isabel curiously. "belle is here," he called back to charles. "because she's stupid."
"i need to talk to you first, arthur," isabel stepped back so that he could follow them outside. "please."
"okay," arthur nodded, the door closing behind him as he stepped out into the hallway. "what is going on? and you should be home—"
"i know," isabel kept her hands in her pockets so that she didn't fidget as much. "i'm kind of— i am—" she paused. "i'm dating max, and i need you to be the first to know."
arthur blinked a few times before looking at max. "right," he said slowly. "belle, can you go inside for a minute?"
"don't be too harsh," she warned arthur. that was saying a lot because he had been younger than her and joining in on charles, lorenzo snd jules' protective behaviour when it came to boys. he learnt from them and was dedicated to keeping it up, much to her dismay. but it was all for the right reasons, of course. "i'll see you in a bit," she gave max a quick smile before going inside the hotel room.
when the door closed, arthur switched back to english. "you didn't bring her here to italy, did you?" he asked.
"no," max shook his head, "she just showed up out of nowhere."
typical, arthur thought, but it was a good sign that he hadn't got her to come here. "and, uh, you are both together," he hummed, "i don't know how i feel about that. you do understand that i cannot see her get hurt again, yes?"
"yeah," max nodded, "i understand. we have pretty much sorted out all our issues, and i promised charles that i wouldn't do anything like that to her."
jules would be much better at this, arthur thought as he thought of what else to say. jules had always wanted to protect isabel from the world; it was the first promise he made to her when he was ten and she had just been born. that responsibility had now been passed onto her brothers, and even though she was twenty-three, they still felt like they had to. heartbreak of any kind was not something that isabel leclerc took lightly.
