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RPF) Why Are We Killing Clem? (F.D.)

Why Are We Killing Clem? (Felipe Drugovich X Leclerc! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Yee

Warnings: none

Summary: Overprotective brothers and crushes aren't a good mix.

W.C. 1003

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I am a pretty open book, any of my friends will tell you that. That's not to say that subtle isn't my middle name; it is and I can keep a secret when I need to. I just have nothing to hide.

So that might be a lie.

When you have three overprotective older brothers, it's only normal to fib a little. Like if I had broken that plate or if I borrowed/stole a hoodie or if I liked anyone. Especially when it came to people I liked. Especially if that hypothetical person I liked was also a racing driver. Especially if that hypothetical person was a racing driver for another team. Especially if that hypothetical person was Felipe Drugovich.

Hence why I don't say anything to them. I would never be allowed to go to a race again! If they knew that I had a crush on Felipe, I would never be allowed out of their sight on race weekends. As far as they are aware, he is just my best friend, and until I see a clear sign that he likes me back, it will stay that way.

I found out from a few of my F2 friends that they were heading to the next race early to hang out and party before getting back to work since there was a gap week, and it took a little (a lot) of begging before I was allowed to join them. Granted, I am old enough to make my own decisions, but I travel with Charles. It just seemed like the nice thing to do.

During this week, I still had online classes, so I needed to work around my academic obligations when it came to having fun with my friends. One day, in particular, I had an essay to work on, so I brought my computer since the plan was to hang out at the hotel's pool.

I sat off to the side, typing away while most of my friends played volleyball in the pool. I was not too far away, just enough so the water being splashed between teams would not destroy my laptop.

"Are you going to join the game?" A voice asked, causing me to look up and see Felipe standing beside me. He took a seat toward the end of the lounge chair I was on as he looked at my screen, seeing how far I was. He noticed I was not anywhere close to being done, but something caught his eye, so he asked about it. "What are you working on?"

"An essay for my English class," I did not delve into it, thinking he would not care. "I decided to relate it to one of the topics in my major since we could choose the topic."

"Is there a reason you're being vague?" He joked, leaning forward to read a little bit of the paper. "I'm interested in what you're doing."

"You're just saying that because you don't want to get in the water, and I'm the only one that's sitting on the deck," I chuckled nervously. Felipe and I were never this close when we were alone. Even if our friends were not that far away, they were too busy with the game to notice anything happening between us. "You don't have to pretend you're interested in my academics."

"Who said I was faking it?" He feigned hurt as he put a hand to his chest. "I'm offended you think so little of me."

"You are the least offended person I know," I laughed, setting my laptop aside. "You are the most laid-back, chill person ever. There is no way this offends you."

"You always listen to me rant about racing. Maybe I want to hear you rant about your interests," Felipe whispers. "You always give your opinions on the race or our strategies, but we never talk about what you like. Now, we have the chance, and I'm all yours."

I don't know if it was the general sincereness of someone being interested in my life or the fact that it was Felipe, but I started rambling. I explained the entire timeline of the topic I chose, going off on tangents as I did so, and throughout the entire spiel, he remained interested. He nodded along, and even provided his own input here and there but left most of the discussion up to me. He also helped me figure out a subtopic I could use for my paper. Maybe I really just needed to talk it out with someone, so I was super appreciative of him.

Felipe, on the other hand, found it endearing. He didn't even think before he leaned forward, and in the middle of my sentence, he placed his lips on mine. At first, I froze and tried to push him away until I realized.

This is the guy I have been pinning after for who knows how long, and now, he is kissing me.

I moved my hands from his chest to wrap around his neck as I closed my eyes and kissed him back, leaning into his body. It was just like I thought it would be, fireworks exploding between us. It was just us, no one else.

"I'm telling Arthur!" That French fucker.

"Clem, I will kill you!" I shouted as I laughed in embarrassment, knowing that all of our friends just witnessed our first kiss. I leaned against Felipe's shoulder as we both looked over at our friends who were mocking us until the sound of the pool gate distracted some of them.

"Why are we killing Clem?" A voice I immediately recognized as Arthur said as he walked through the gates to the pool area. My eyes grew wide as I jumped away from Felipe, but by then, I knew he already saw us. He looked confused as he came into my line of sight before pointing at us. "And why are you and Felipe so red? Don't lie to us."

"I am so dead."

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