Quiet Moments c.l.

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"And the memories bring back,
memories bring back you"
~Memories
By Maroon 5

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I quickly parked my kart in the small garage at the track and closed everything up.

After shutting the lights off I made my way to my actual car so I could drive to my apartment.

I live in a small town in France. I like to keep a really low profile only going out when I have to. I pretty much drive all day and then go to sleep at night. I've done that the past two years. A simple and quiet life.

When I left, I lost all contact. Well except with Pascale. She wanted to make sure I was safe and didn't want me just disappearing. I haven't spoken to the boys or anyone that I knew in two years.

I loved talking to Pascale, we talked at least 3 times every week. She would tell me about the boys and how everything was going. She gave me the race schedules so I knew when to watch.

I always wanted to know they were okay.

Charles Leclerc. My best friend. We went through so much together. We won, we lost, we fought.

We would either be fighting eachother or fighting someone else for the other. But even our fights were so stupid and barely would last.

The first time I broke my arm was in karting and it was because a boy hit my kart and slammed me into a wall.

Charles ended up wrecking that boy, which also put him out of the race but he didn't care. We got ice cream after the hospital and Charles drew hearts all over my pink cast.

The found memory brought a smile to my face as I made the drive back to my apartment.

It's been two years since I had seen any of them in person. I watched all of their races. Never missed a practice, qualifying, sprint, nothing. I wanted to watch them succeed and know that they are safe.

Even though I couldn't actually be with them, I would always be ready to jump on a plan if they needed me. They're my family and I would do anything for any of them.

I stayed off of social media because it just made me sick. I didn't want to see Julia with her hands all over him. She constantly posted pictures of them together.

The thought made my blood boil.

Charles' precious little girlfriend. Ugh eye roll.

She actually had the audacity to get mad at him for hugging me at my father's funeral when she saw a picture of us. We were both balling our eyes out, but she didn't care.

Charles deserves someone a lot better than her, but as long as he is happy. I guess...

I reached my little apartment and shut my thoughts off. If I kept thinking about all of it, I will only fall deeper into the rabbit hole and right now I can't do that, I have to focus on my racing.

I quickly went inside and started getting all of my clothes and things like that together. I really don't have much, just the basic pants, shorts, shirts, some shoes. I don't go out or anything so I just wash my little amount of clothes pretty frequently.

I don't mind though. Having a smaller amount of things here means the quicker I can get home.

All of my real things were back in my actual house in Monaco. That's my real home. I love Monaco.

Whenever I knew all of the boys were far away for a race, I would fly there and spend sometime with Pascale and check on my house.

She begged me to talk to them but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I needed time. I don't feel one-hundred percent ready but I'm damn sure ready to try.

I looked around my pretty much empty house, and I realized deep down I'm excited to leave and be back to doing what I love most in the world.

Racing with my best friend.

My heart raced and my palms began to sweat just thinking about our interactions.

It's gonna be hard, I'll have to see him and watch him without telling him it's me. But that's what I'm willing to do to race again. Soon I'll tell him it's me and then we will go from there whether that be good or bad.

No matter what happens with him I'll still be in red and on a circuit.

We will never go back to how it used to be because he doesn't want that and he made it very clear to me that he was more than happy with Julia and that our friendship was to much and he had to step back.

That's when I left after I got those messages as I was in my bed crying myself to sleep over my dead father, but you know I'm apparently the bitch. Crazy right!

The messages aren't the only cause of me leaving, but damn they were the nail in the coffin.

After losing Jules, Hervé, and my papa, I couldn't keep a car out of the fucking wall. Literally it didn't matter I could wreck the shit out of it.

I just needed a break and I got it. Now it's time to go home.

I picked up my duffel bags making sure I hadn't left anything here. I sat the keys on the counter and closed the door. This chapter of my life was now officially closed.

Good riddance.

I climbed into my car putting my bags in the backseat, I will officially be a Formula One driver for Ferrari.

The plane ticket was sent to my phone almost immediately after the phone call and all I had to do was show the gate at the airport.

First class tickets though. Slay.

After a surprisingly quick trip through security and all that shit I finally made it to my seat.

So many thoughts were flying through my head.

I will be teammates with my best friend. Well used to be. He will always be my best friend but as for him he probably has moved on.

I have so many crazy memories with him. We raced day and night together. I don't have one memory that doesn't include him.

We did everything together. The longest we were apart from the time we could talk to until I left was like two days.

And it was just like a night really. I seen him one morning and didn't see him until the next night.

It was when him and his family stopped to spend the night on the way home from a race and we didn't because my father had a meeting the next morning with a mechanic to check something on my car.

We were so mad. Charles and me begged them not to split us up but we had to. Arthur was still quite young and needed to rest. Now I understand but then was I mad.

The old memories lull me to a peaceful sleep as I wait to arrive. I couldn't help the smile on my face, it will all be real again.

The trophies, the podiums, the fights on the track, the cars, the crowd, the excitement, and he will be real again too.

He won't just be some fog in my brain that I only get to see through a screen or faded memories.

Maybe Julia will get fucking lost. But who knows.

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A/N! Omg second chapter! Also, Julia is going to be Charles' girlfriend in this book, because I don't wanna bad mouth anyone he actually dated lol. Hope you guys like the book and decide to take a chance on it. Definitely won't be the best but I hope it will be pretty good! Anyways posting some more soon! Ttyl

~Maylee<3