The Dream In F1 I Charles leclerc I Horsechanic

The final straw

As I entered the Perrari garage, the air was thick with anticipation, I couldn't help but feel a surge of nerves. I mean, me and Cable are so different, because my eyes are green and his are brown. Could there be something more between us? I think I love him, I am like a moth drawn to a flame.

My heart fluttered with anticipation, the butterflies in my stomach threatening to break free. The Perrari garage, usually a place of excitement, now felt like the stage for a pivotal moment.

However, as I walked further, I noticed Challel standing there instead of Cable, looking pale and distressed. Confusion etched his face, and suddenly, I knew it. Cable had set me up on a date with Challel, he knew that I loved Challel in secret, but before I could finish my thoughts Challel took one look at me, then doubled over, puking uncontrollably. My eyes widened in shock, realizing that my presence had triggered an unexpected reaction in him.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. Challel wasn't just confused; he was physically affected by my presence. A mix of emotions churned within me, from sympathy to bewilderment.

He doesn't want me like I do, what a waste of time and what a mean thing for Cable to do. How could he set me up on this date with Challel if he knew that Challel hates me. Challel hates me like I hate sims 2 burglars. Not as much as I hate pedos tho, ofc, but it is up there.

As he puked, I took a hesitant step back, unsure of how to react. We kissed a few days ago but now he looks at me like i'm an alien. The moment was surreal, the unexpected turn of events casting a shadow over the romantic anticipation I had felt just moments ago.

In the midst of the turmoil, I turned away, my own stomach churning with a strange mix of emotions. The Perrari garage, once a place of dreams, now felt like a battlefield of emotions, leaving me to navigate the twists and turns of a love story that had taken an unexpected detour.

I took two big steps out, the air heavy with tension, and then I heard it—my name, drawn out in Cable's voice. I didn't want to talk to him, not after what had just unfolded. Suddenly, screams echoed around me, and I turned to witness the shocking sight of Cable being Bottas-naked. Horror washed over me.

"Why did you leave? I won the bet!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with an arrogance that made my jaw clench.

"What bet?" I snapped back, determination in my eyes.

"Every guy made a bet that whoever gets first place gets to date you," Cable said, his tone dripping with a level of arrogance that made my anger surge.

I couldn't contain it any longer. With a burst of frustration, I pushed him to the ground. "I'm not a prize; I have feelings and green eyes. I thought you were different."

The moment hung heavy with disappointment and betrayal. The Perrari garage, once filled with the promise of something more, now felt like the stage for a cruel game. My eyes, once filled with anticipation, were now clouded with the realization that the person I thought was different had proven otherwise.

I can't believe I used to be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the speakers, sending waves of excitement through the air. "It's podium time! Everybody hurry to the podium!" The sounds of a car roared, the unmistakable "skrrrrr show dope papa" of a car filling the space. A mini car drifted close to us, and my heart raced as Cable and I found ourselves in the center of the spectacle.

Out of the car leaped two guys, grabbing Cable and tossing him into the backseat, not caring about his ass being out in the open. "It's time for the podium :)," they declared, smiling. But Cable wasn't smiling—probably because he was completely naked, Bottas-naked.

"Please, let me put on clothes first!" he screamed, but the drivers didn't care, "You cant be late :) We cant wait" they said. With a rush, they carried him away in car.

In the crowd, the Perrari fans erupted into chaos. Screams, tears, and even a few people throwing up—it was Perrari's first win in 11 years, and the emotions were overwhelming. The fans were ecstatic, believing that Cable had saved F1. They chanted for him to come out on the podium.

After what felt like an eternity, Cable emerged, and the crowd fell silent. The reason? He was Bottas-naked. Ferrari couldn't catch a break. Happiness always seemed just out of reach. The once jubilant crowd hushed, a collective realization washing over them. The bittersweet taste of victory lingered, as Cable, in all his naked glory, stood on the podium, a symbol of both triumph and the struggle that haunted Perrari.

As Cable cries on the podium, I see somebody I once knew. His eyes blazing like gasoline. "Hi, kiss-ass smoking babe." He says, with a wink.