𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, maisie

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❝ he's good to her and she wants it more than everything in between. ❞
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I left Charles's house about an hour ago and now I'm sitting in my empty apartment that literally has not one piece of furniture.

I've been sitting on the cold ground ever since I came in and realized I probably should've bought a bed. I'm hoping right now that Lando's still awake.

Lando's my closest and one of my only friends in this country, apart from George and Alex. We've all been friends ever since F2, we just clicked immediately. And also let's not forget my newest friend, Charles, who I have a tiny crush on.

Logically, Charles should be the one I should be texting since he's literally two steps away but I think I've embarrassed myself in front of him enough for the day.

"Please pick up, please pick up." I'm praying as I ring his phone. It's only eleven, Lando doesn't sleep before twelve unless it's race week.

"Hello?" The british finally answers.

"Alah kbir. (Thank God.)" I mumble to myself when he first answers. "I don't have a bed." I tell him, skipping the camaraderies.

"What!? How can you not have a bed!?"

"I forgot to buy one." I say, staring into the nothingness that is my apartment apart from the couple of boxes I had shipped from my uncle's house up in France.

"I'm not even gonna continue asking." I can hear his eyes roll through thephone. I'm biting my nails waiting for him to speak again. "I'll take care of it."

"What does that mean?"

"Just trust me, Mais." He sighs before hanging up. I hate that I'm bothering him at this hour. I'll make it up to him somehow.

I wait for a couple of minutes, laughing to myself every minute or so at the irony. How can one forget to get a bed?

I text my cousin that we're gonna have to go furniture shopping tomorrow when she visits. She's headed to the US but I begged her to come over before she moves out completely to the other side of the world.

So she's staying with me for barely three days before continuing to Harvard. I'm a highschool dropout and she's going to Harvard at fucking sixteen.

I then receive a text from Lando,

LANDOO🫠🧡

get some pyjamas, ur sleeping out
of ur casa for tonight
ur night in shining armor is coming
to get u😉

I chuckle at the nickname he's given himself. I stand back up and go through my boxes until I find my pajamas along with my toothbrush and creams.

I stuff everything into the first in sight of my many tote bags. I also quickly go to the toilet.

The second I flush the toilet, the doorbell rings. "Coming!" I yell. I rapidly wash my hands, grab my bag and run to the door to open for him.

I open the door and am not met by Lando. Far from it. Lando certainly is not that tall. Lando does not have these magical eyes. Lando does not make me blush.

𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃,  charles leclercWhere stories live. Discover now