The McLaren Boys (Oscar Pastry)

2.8

Rose's POV

I would love to say the weekend went great, but it just didn't. I qualified P7, but there was some engine problems with the car today, so I had to retire the car.

On the other side, Oscar ended up being P5 in his home race. I wasn't even sad for my results; I was furious.

The car was absolute garbage, for the second year in a row. I decided to call the team manager. I have to tell them about my thoughts, and how many other teams asked me to drive for them.

"Hey, Catalina. How are you?"

"Hi, Rose. I'm good, what's up?"

"Look, I want to be honest here... the car as we both know is shit. And some other teams had requested me to have a meeting with them. Just to let you know."

"Oh... wow. I did not expect that. I thought you would stay a but longer than two seasons."

"I personally would, the people are so nice but I really want to achieve my goal. And I will most definitely not do that in an Alpine."

"Yeah, I don't blame you. It was just... i'm in a bit of a shock. You know."

"Yeah, don't worry I get it. I just wanted to tell you that. Take care."

"Yeah, you too. I'll see you next weekend. Bye."

"Bye."

I put the phone back on the table and break down, crying. That was on my daily basis now. I stayed with Lando these days and usually slept in his bed, if he wasn't somewhere else.

Of course my weak ass relapsed again, but I didn't tell Lando. Charles doesn't even know what happened with Oscar; I didn't even talk to him yet.

I'm fucked.

I'm fucked, and i'm in this dark place again, I fought so hard to get out.

Or maybe I never really got out. I was just distracted.

That's when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly wiped the tears away, but probably still had red eyes from them.

I don't really care.

I walked towards the door and opened them. There Max F, Charles, Lando, Carlos and Max V standing in front of them.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Well, this is kinda my room too, but the other ones are here for partying." Lando grinned and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Hey, what's up." Max F asked, probably referring to the puffy eyes.
"Nothing much, you?" he just shrugged his shoulders. I'm going to ask him later.

"I'm not going anywhere." I stated and they all groaned.
"Cmon girl, let's have some fun." Carlos laughed and I looked at him weirdly. He said "girl".

What the fuck.

"Yeah girl, i'm still not going anywhere." I emphasised the word "girl". He just rolled my eyes at me.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, except if we're in bed." I winked at him and he smirked, but others stayed stunned.

"Oi!" Carlos yelled when Charles slapped his shoulder.
"This is my sister!" he whisper yelled and I gave him a glare.

"Are you gonna stand outside, or will you come in?" I chuckle but Lando snorted.
"I can come in? You want babies?" My eyes widened and all of the other guys just opened their mouths.

"That's his sister, you muppet." Carlos mimicked and Charles slapped him again. Harder this time.

Harder? -stop. 

"I have Vodka." Max V grinned and proudly showed us the three bottles he carried.

"Now, you're allowed to step into the room." I sarcastically correct my "mistake".

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We had some fun, some alcohol - maybe a some more than others. Charles was practically drinking it like water. I did not want puke in my room, thank you very much.
(i'm driving rn, and i have car sickness. i'm literally seconds from throwing up even tho i have nothing in my stomach.)

I saw Max F sitting against the window, staring into nothing. I guess it's the time when I maybe get to know what's up with him.

"Hey, mate. How are you?" I ask him, sitting next to him.
"Meh, been better."
"What happened?"
"I don't even know." he laughed more at himself.

"Problems in paradise?"
"You could call it like that, yeah. But it's my fault." he chuckled darkly.
"What do you mean? You better didn't cheat on P, or I'll beat you." I pointed a finger towards him.
"What? No! I would never. It's just... my brain is not okay, and she's tired of it." he confessed

"What do you mean? You can talk to me." I smiled at him.
"Well, I honestly don't know what happened. I just kinda went into some depression or shit."
"Believe me, P still loves you. She just needs some time."

Threats -no. 

"Yeah... I guess. What happened with Oscar? You didn't hang out with him." he wondered.
"He cheated." I chuckled and he gasps.
"What?! He would never...." he trailed off but I stopped him.
"He did, he admitted." I sigh, fiddling with my rings.

"It'll be okay." he tapped my shoulder and I laugh slightly.
"We're the depressed duo."
"We really are." he laughed with me.

The "party" went on, until Max V and George didn't leave completely wasted. I think they even threw up in my bath.

Disgusting.

They will clean it themselves, I don't care.

Lando was passed out on the bed, Max F was on his phone and Charles walked over to me.

"What's happening with you? Why aren't you staying with Oscar?" he slurred the word out, his tongue twisting from all the alcohol. I snatched the bottle out if his hand and he yelped.
"He cheated." I said blankly and took a sip of the Vodka.

"What?!" he shouted, but I shushed him down.
"Shush, Lando is sleeping." I roll my eyes.

"I think, I still love Charlotte." he blurted out and I choked on my own spit.
"But you're with Alex. Charles that's not fair to her."
"I know, but how do I tell her. Hey, baby i'm sorry but I want to break up, because i'm still in love with my ex." he snorted.

"That's exactly what you do. I mean, you will have to do it sometime." I punched his shoulder.
"That's very rude, to punch me like that." he rolled his eyes.

"Says the one that broke up with his ex, even though he is still in love with her. She misses you. Since the breakup, she's not the same."

"I know."

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SOOOOOO?????

If you saw any mistakes, no you didn't.

I'M ON HOLIDAY!!!

i will honestly throw up rn.

love ya'll.

sending love🫶🏼

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