Max felt like he didn't belong anywhere, no matter where he went, something, or someone was missing.
Charles even though he is gathering all his power and skills into winning, to unfortunately never be able to, he wants to know how Max does it, how...
•afters Great Britain 🇬🇧 grand prix, in which Charles finish 4th, Lewis 2nd, Lando 3rd, and like casually Max 1st. We are the none-race week, every driver is living his life. Charles is in his house in Monaco 🇲🇨 alone, waiting for Charlotte who's going to join him in 3 days. Max is in Monaco too, heis thinking about buying a house there. It's the morning 🌅 a Monday, Max, and Kelly are running on the beach on the way of Charles Leclerc villa.
"Are you recording?" I query Kelly who is recording me running for the Instagram story.
"take a look" she hands me my phone.
"I'll write this..." She takes my phone and begins to write down something." and add that..."I was watching her patient.
She shows me, excitedly on the phone.
I smile 'cause of her reaction.
"great I like it," I said proudly.
"I'll post it...Done!" she jumps in joy and hands me my phone.
"I'll post more pictures lately" she adds taking her phone off her purse.
"Okay," I nodded. rewatching the story.
She has all my social media accounts.
She's my manager in some way.
"thank you, love" I hug her by the side and give her a kiss on the forehead turning off the notification.
"let's go!" she grabbed my hand and walked toward me.
"Yeah "I smile as I see the most beautiful laugh ever.
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•°pov:C.L.
I was laying on my bed.
As I open my eyes I saw my phone was still on.
I grab it and noticed that I was watching the tennis championships.
I'm tired and depressed, I've been accumulating the defeats.
And Ferrari is losing hope in me...imagine losing my place there...
Oh Charles come on! You have to pull yourself together if you want to be the champion of the world!
I opened Instagram to see a bunch of congratulations for Supermax...
You mean shity Russian catfish...
Zero max, I laugh.
I know my humor is broken like my talent.
I begin seeing all the driver's stories.
One by one...till I end up on max one.
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As a surprise, I get off the bed now standing wearing only a boxer.
He is in Monaco?! What are shityruss (max) doing here?
He doesn't live here and we don't have a race or an event either...
After all, he is free to go anywhere but Monaco is small, we could meet each other, which I'll try to avoid...
I sit on my bed watching it again and again for no reason.
Asking myself, how can he be so talented?
I feel a strong feeling... Not a familiar one... Like jealousy, envy... Probably hate...
Never mind, the place he is jogging in is in front of my villa.
Well, I'll avoid the beach today. Guess I'll hide here...
I jump on my bed returning to sleep with one need: rest.
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•°pov:M.V.
We were lunching together with P and Kelly at a fish restaurant in front of the beach.
"the view is amazing Max! How did you know this restaurant?" Kelly asks holding my hand.
"well I have some contact" I reply proudly.
"but you don't know Monaco as well?" she added confused.
"oh darling I have to get to know the place I'll live in soon," I said indirectly, I'm thinking of settling myself.
"oh my god! Max, when did you buy the house?" she said cheerfully. "and when were you counting on telling me?" she turn mad in sarcasm.
"I haven't yet I'm still choosing the one and I want to let it be a surprise." I was searching for something in my pocket." but I have one more important..." I get up and stand on one knee.
I was so nervous to ask for her hand.
But when I saw the contentment in her wet eyes I grab my bravery and go for it.
"Kelly, will you make me one of the happiest Dutchmen in Monaco and take this ring and wear it as a sign of our alliance?" I said seriously looking straight into her eyes even if I begin sweating and shaking with anxiety.
"I'm yours!" she kissed me and then embraced me tightly.
I make her wear the ring and we sit down as we notice p clapping cheerfully for us.
"Maxie is like my fish!" p spoke indicating to a catfish.
We giggle even if I don't find it humorous...but I was glad for my family.
Proud of what am I.
But in a way, I feel something is missing...
I couldn't justify the sensation but, it's like I have the impulse, the need to be with someone, lying closely, together, smooching.
Isn't Kelly enough? What am I requiring? I'm perplexed...I'm lost...
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•°Note:
Hello, amazing creature 🌟. Hope you like my second chapter🌞! Sorry for the short one🔥 The story will be long I promise✨ Enjoy your lecture 🌻
