Story of another us

Daniel Ricciardo

I'll be there for you

When the rain starts to pour

I'll be there for you

Like I've been there before

I'll be there for you

'Cause you're there for me too

(The Rembrandts - I'll Be There for You)

The morning after a party is never pleasant, because a headache and a desire to drink a tank of water in one gulp is the first thing that appears in the morning. But today it wasn't what woke me up, but a call from Max. At first, it was difficult for me to understand what he wanted from me at all and what kind of questions he was asking, but when I heard the notes of despair in his voice, I realized that the matter was clearly serious. Even though I love these two assholes, but if Charles just has a slip and decided to get on Max's nerves like that, then I'll kick both their asses – Charles for creating this situation, and Max for not letting the old Australian sleep off after an all-night party with the team.

I promised to help Max find out what's going on, and I won't give up my promise, because Max has always helped and protected me, so I have to help him now. After lying in bed for a while and struggling from a headache, I figured out an approximate plan of action: first I'll check the social networks myself, then I'll try to call or write to Leclerc – he didn't block me, I hope. And if it doesn't work out with him, then I will remind my old friend Pierre Gasly of my existence. Well, as a last resort, I'll find out where my friend's lover is now and pay him a visit.

Getting up and taking a quick shower, I went to the kitchen to cook myself breakfast and lunch, and at the same time I will deal with the first point from my plan. While the coffee was brewing and the fried eggs were frying, I checked all the socials of Leclerc that I knew. I checked his activity online, but everywhere I got the same result – "The user was online more than 24 hours ago." The first point of the plan failed, but I'm not a Honey Badger if I give up so quickly.

While I was having breakfast, I moved on to the second point of the plan - calling my friend's lover. After taking a long sip of coffee, I found Charles's contact on the phone and pressed the "Call" button. While I was listening to the beeps on the phone, I had already drunk half of the contents of the mug. As a result, a computer voice was heard in the handset, informing that "The called contact is not responding." If he doesn't answer the phone, then it's time to send a message. Maybe he's just busy with something and doesn't hear the call, but he'll definitely notice the message later. Without thinking twice, I typed a message to Charles.

Me:

"Hello, Perceval. What happened between you and Max? Why did you block him? He called me and doesn't understand what's going on at all. If you don't wanna talk to him, then at least answer me? Okay? I will be waiting for an answer. And seriously – you'd better answer, otherwise I'll come for an answer in person."

While I was waiting for an answer, I already managed to finish my breakfast, which smoothly turned into lunch. But there was no response, although the message was marked as "Sent". It means that his phone is on, and it means that the second point of the plan is also failed.

Well, since the first two points didn't work, it's time to call Pierre. I am sure the Frenchman will be "very happy" to receive a call from me. Scrolling through the contacts in my phone, I found Gasly's number and pressed the "Call" button. As strange as it may sound, but he answered literally right away.