𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, o. piastri

xvi. the australian grand prix

2nd april 2023, afternoon
melbourne, australia

olivia hadn't gotten a chance to speak with oscar since the day before. the mclaren driver had gotten home quite late from the team's post qualifying debrief and left early the next morning for the track.

olivia sighed as she entered the australian paddock for the last time that weekend with her two friends. just like the previous day they made their way straight to mclaren hospitality. they greeted oscar's parents, who were already there, getting comfortable for the race.

the brunette stared out at the pitlane, she let out a frustrated groan as her foot tapped the ground underneath her. "hey, i'm going to go see if i can find oscar."

caleb and delara nodded, "if you find him, tell him good luck from us."

olivia stepped out from hospitality, weaving her way through the mclaren garage, "um.. excuse me. where would oscar piastri's driver room be?" a mclaren employee pointed her in the right direction. "thank you."

"charlotte!" olivia called out spotting the blonde woman exiting oscar's driver room.

"olivia, fancy seeing you down here."

"yes, i was just wondering if oscar was inside." she pointed to the door with his name on it. "i just wanted to say good luck."

"oh.. ahh. no, oscar's not in there... he's getting his massage done." olivia furrowed her brow and slowly nodded. charlotte had tensed up at the brunette's question to see the rookie driver. "i'll let him know you came by, though."

"that would be great. thank you." charlotte waved her off.

"oh, don't mention it. now run along back."

once olivia was out of sight, charlotte let out a deep breath knocking on the driver room door, "she's gone."

oscar's head popped through and he sighed, "you're amazing, charlotte."

"and you," she pointed at the aussie, "need to man up. this is pathetic. hiding away from your best friend because you're jealous."

after the media interviews the previous day, oscar had come clean to charlotte about his feelings for olivia and how it hurt to see her with some.

oscar was taken aback by charlotte's sudden hostility, "but—"

"no buts. you're an adult, oscar. i want you to really think about what you just did with making me send her away. i like olivia, so i will not be doing that again." with that the pr manager stormed off.

oscar slowly shut the door, replaying charlotte's words in his head. he shook his head. the aussie didn't have time to think about the brunette, even though she's all he could find himself thinking about, he had a race to prepare for.

his first home race.

the three best friends cheered, jumping up and tackling each other in hugs as oscar's car passed the finish line.

p8! oscar had scored his first points in formula 1 and at his home race.

the trio, along with oscar's parents, rushed down to the main garage, ready to greet their rookie driver. oscar's car pulled into the pitlane, being pulled into the garage and parked by the mechanics.

oscar pushed himself out of his seat and from the car, hoping out and quickly taking off his helmet and balaclava. a big smile etched on his lips as the papaya team surrounded him giving him hugs and pats on the back for a good race.

olivia watched intently as he shook hands with every one of the crew members. his hair was messy and a little damp from sweat, but it looked good on him.

"oscar!" caleb called out, the mclaren driver looking in their direction. his smile grew seeing his best friends and family waiting to congratulate him. "mega drive, mate."

"first points!" delara squealed, the pair hugging.

"we're so proud of you, my boy!" chris lovingly ruffled his son's hair before his mother pulled him into a tight embrace.

the aussie's eyes then fell onto olivia, charlotte's words instantly popping back into his head, "i'm so proud of you, piastri."

"thank you, olivia." he leaned down to hug her. olivia's arms circling tightly around his neck but his hung loosely around her waist, very different to the hugs the pair usually shared.

the mclaren driver pulled away quickly, backing away from the argentinian, refusing to make eye contact. just then charlotte arrived, with lando beside her, to take the aussie for his media duties.

olivia followed behind her friends, they were now heading to grab a quick meal before leaving the track.

the brunette couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. the way oscar had been acting was unusual. he seemed distant and cold, but only to her.

"liv?" delara snapped her out of her daze, "did you hear what we said?"

"what? no."

"we're thinking we should grab some mcdonald's on the way back home." she nodded weakly as they headed towards the parking lot.

"that's race was amazing!" delara raved as they drove to the nearest mcdonald's. "oscar scoring points was just the cherry on top of this whole weekend."

"i'm saying it now, he's our future world champion." caleb raised a hand in the air. he glanced back at the brunette, she was lost in thought once again. "yo, liv are you okay?"

olivia snapped out of it, "oh, yeah. i just don't feel too good." she half lied.

"then let's grab this food quick and get you home."

SUNNY SPEAKS
okay so i may have over exaggerating how sad this was gonna be but it's still ANOTHER sad chapter 😀 i know guys i'm miserable too but we need all this sad stuff for pLoT ✨

so i got my exam results today and i got 1A and 3Bs... i'm not too mad but i'm also not too happy :/ i knew my math and bio results weren't gonna be good cause they cancelled the papers for those exams in my country due to rlly bad political problems (there was full on violence and protests in the whole country and we couldn't even leave out houses 😭) so i blame my math and bio results on the stupid government!! my third B was in physics which i'm both disappointed abt cause i studied rlly fucking hard for it but also rlly proud of myself bc till like the last month before the exam i was genuinely failing the subject so bringing my grade from F to B is rlly good!!

anywayyyy long rant abt my exams over 😭 how is your day going??