Savannah was over Oscar. She'd gotten her heart broken and she fixed it up all by herself. At least that was what she thought.
In support of her best friend, Logan, Savannah Scott attends the Bahrain Grand Prix. She was confident she would be fine s...
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maxfewtrell I've made it to the dump‼️ ↳ savannahscott YAHHHHHH
user1 they break up and I die ↳ user2 real. This relationship is very personal to me
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Sav's pov
I prop my head up on my hand, peering out the window to watch as the lovely scenery outside the car wizzes past in blurred lines. The AC blasting on this hot September weekend as Lando's music plays at a reasonable volume.
"I love Italy." My words are spoken with a sigh of adoration. One of Lando's fingers laying on the inside of my thigh taps against it twice, and his thumb makes a single back and forth motion.
I shake my head, even though he can't see the motion as his eyes are currently paying more attention to the narrow road ahead. "It's really pretty." I share truthfully as he turns another corner. He chuckles lowly, the sound almost rumbling off his chest.
"Nah, I like my view better." He says while continuously glancing at me. I get what he's trying to say, but I decide to poke fun anyway. "The road?" I ask, pointing to the paved, narrow, and slightly eroded gray streets ahead of us.
He gives me a deadpan look at the lame joke. "You really never can take a compliment." He shakes his head with a smile, his index finger tracing small circles on my skin. The motion causes feelings to flood to a space where I can't ignore them, a space a little to close to his hand right now.
I adjust myself, his hand falling slightly father down, but I think picks up on the reasoning as his warm touch works it's way up again. A smirk is on his face when I look to him. Bastard.
"I can too take a compliment!" I retaliate, trying to distract myself from the burning. It doesn't really work. He gives me an unbelieving look. "Give me one example of when you took a compliment." He pressures on, desperate to prove his point.
It takes me longer than it probably should for me to come up with a memory. "A fan said she liked my shoes at a meet and greet. I thanked her." I say smugly, thinking I had actually proved him wrong and he would accept the answer, but he doesn't.
