The Dream In F1 I Charles leclerc I Horsechanic

The final race

Challel, the charismatic driver, sensed the brewing tension and intervened. But his intervention did little to quell the fire within me. My history with Cable had been marked by snarky exchanges and a rivalry.

As I stood there, staring into Cable's pretty puppy dog eyes and mesmerized by his flowing hair that looked as soft as a cloud, I couldn't help but be torn. A part of me resented his meanness, yet another part was inexplicably drawn to him.

I worked tirelessly on the ass, ensuring it was in peak condition for the upcoming race. Luck seemed to be on our side, as rumors spread that MCcedes and RedCow had suffered a food poisoning mishap after a cookout. With key members of their teams affected, they would be forced to sit this race out, leveling the playing field and giving Perrari a fighting chance for podium.

As the minutes ticked by, the anticipation grew, and soon it was time for the much-awaited race to begin. Challel, our talented driver, secured the 7th place on the starting grid, while Cable, the mean boy, would start from the 9th position.

The engines roared to life, each driver determined to claim victory. The track seemed to pulse with energy, the spectators cheering in a thunderous chorus, and I held my breath, knowing that this race could be a podium for the team.

The lights go out, and the race begins. My heart races alongside the engines as our team's donkeys surge forward. The battle for position is fierce, and I watch with bated breath, praying for a clean start for the drivers. As the laps tick away, my fellow horsechanics and I prepare for Challel's crucial hoove stops, as he's currently in position 1.

Time seems to slow as the ass screeches into the hoove lane. We leap into action with the soft hooves for fastness, and everything seems to be going according to plan. But then, the unexpected happens. The usually well-behaved donkey suddenly starts eating Ralph's hay-like hair and won't budge.

Panic runs through all of us as Ralph screams like a maniac. The ass seems determined to devour Ralph's hair, paying no attention to our attempts to get him back on track. It's a bizarre and chaotic scene, and we're at a loss for what to do.

Donkey's antics have cost us precious time. The seconds tick by as we struggle to separate the donkey from Ralph's hair. Finally it relents, and we manage to get him and Challel on top of him moving again, but not before Ralph's distinctive hair is gone.

With a mix of relief and concern, we resume our positions. The hoove stop took a total of 6 minutes, not our best but certainly not the worst either. Challel falls down to 4th place after the hoove stop, but it's still the best position we've achieved the entire season.

The race for Cable was going surprisingly well. He had managed to climb up to 6th place. But then, the unthinkable happened. In a split second, everything changed as Cable accidentally crashed into Pee Gassy's horse, sending them both spinning uncontrollably on the track.

My heart sank as I watched the horrifying collision unfold before my eyes. The sound of screeching hooves moving at 200 km/h, and my breath caught in my throat. Even though I'm not good friends with Cable, the sight of the crash filled me with an overwhelming ache in my heart. I know that we are enemies but I feel like I could never live without him.

Time seemed to slow down as I anxiously awaited the outcome of the collision. The race went on around us, but my focus was solely on Cable and the ass, praying that they would emerge from the wreckage unharmed. Every second felt like an eternity, my emotions a tangled mess of concern, fear, and hope.

As the dust settled, I saw Cable emerging from the wreck, shaken but miraculously unhurt. Relief washed over me, but the horror of the crash lingered in my mind. I rushed to his side, my heart still pounding in my chest and I just looked deeply into his eyes. I was supposed to say something but I couldn't. The words just trembled and nothing came.

He took my hands lightly and looked mesmerizing into my eyes with his deep brown eyes and a sad smirk

-I'm okay, it's fine

Then he let go and slowly walked away.

I try to process the emotions swirling within me as I stand in the spot me and Cable just talked in, trying to make sense of the complex mix of feelings.

Confusion overwhelms me as I recall the tender moment we just had. How can I feel this way about Cable? I mean I am not supposed to feel this way about him but when I think of his eyes looking at me I feel myself getting flustered. It's a tumultuous internal battle, I mean I am supposed to not like him and I don't think that from this interaction that Cable has just changed his mind about me.

I think I just need to suppress it for now.

The sun began to set over the iconic Monaco circuit as the race came to an end. Challel, our talented driver, had defied the odds, securing an impressive 4th place despite our unfortunate season, and with the help of two teams not competing this time. But it wasn't just Challel's home race; it was a day that would be etched into our hearts forever.

As the podium ceremony commenced, the atmosphere was electric with cheers and applause. The other drivers and teams, touched by our team's struggles, decided to show an incredible act of sportsmanship. They graciously agreed to let Challel on the podium, recognizing the spirit of resilience and determination.

With tears of joy in our eyes, we watched as Challel sprinted up to the podium, his eyes shining with excitement. The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers as he grabbed a bottle of champagne and popped it open with a flourish. Champagne sprayed everywhere.

Challel's infectious happiness was contagious, and he looked more elated than the actual podium drivers.

Amidst the champagne spray, Challel's eyes found mine, and a surge of warmth enveloped my heart. His voice rang out with pride as he pointed at me, "This one's for you, y/n!"

As Challel danced in exuberance, the champagne-covered floor turned slippery, and he accidentally slipped, losing his balance.

In an instant, all the other drivers rushed to help him, but the champagne-slickened floor caused a chain reaction of slips and slides to a disaster.

Estie Bestie, with his grace and elegance on the track, was the first to come to Challel's aid. As he hurried toward him, he fell.

Bando Boris, known for his charisma and papaya, followed suit, attempting to break the fall but ending up slipping himself.

Kevin Kagnuss, the resilient and daring driver, joined the entangled trio.

The drivers were slipping and sliding, and crying filled the podium as they all ended up in a heap of pain. As I watched the scene unfold, I couldn't help but be embarrassed for every part of the team.