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Warnings: Toxic family, Jos Verstappen, song mentioned is by One Direction
Series Summary: Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen, and Y/n L/n are making headlines, but is it for the right reasons?
Chapter Summary: A snapshot through three big moments between Y/n and Max's friendship.
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June 2003
The Monaco Grand Prix. The best of the best. The pinnacle of motorsport, everyone calls it. Except for one person, in particular, who didn't understand the hype. Y/n L/n, the child of two of the McLaren engineers. The five-year-old did not know what the point of driving in circles was nor did they want to find out. They were never interested in the cars their parents worked on. The McLaren cars were black and silver, not really appealing to a child's eyes, unlike the bright, shiny Ferraris in the garage next to them.
The family had moved from the Netherlands to England, and this season, they traveled with the team as the parents were moved from factory and design to pitstop crew. Thus, they had to bring the child to every race.
They had just gotten to the track and were walking through the garages. The parents stopped to talk to a fellow group of engineers, catching up, but the child's eyes caught the red car. Their eyes widened in awe at the size of the car, and they wanted to look closer at it. They raised their hand to tug on their parent's hand, but the engineer just shrugged them off before going back to their conversation, completely disregarding the child. They huffed in disappointment at the denial of attention and walked over to the car anyway.
The child walked straight up to the car, reaching out to touch it, but stopping short as they noticed their reflection in the shiny paint. They did not want to mess up the shine, so they dropped their hand into the pocket of the hoodie their parents made them wear. They walked around the car in fascination with everything. The color, the size, the tyres, everything. It's different from the cars their parents work with, the child thinks; this one looks cooler.
"Wie ben je (Who are you)?" Another child asks the random child in his garage. He did not expect to see another child when he walked out of his father's driver's room, so he was confused, to say the least.
"Mijn naam is (My name is) Y/n," they responded as they walked up to the other child who was around their age. "De auto is mooi (The car is pretty)."
"Het is de auto van mijn oom (It's my uncle's car)," The child laughed. "Mijin naam is (My name is) Max. Ben Je Nederlands (Are you Dutch?)?"
