Max Verstappen
I feel like a fail of a father. My eyes are puffy and bruised underneath with dark purple marks, evidence of my long night and very little sleep. P cried for hours last night. I know she is terrified of being along, she has not been left alone without one of her parents since she was born, but without Kelly I have no choice. P is too young to come with me to Austria for the first official GP of the season and even if she did I would have to leave her with Mirabella, the nanny, all weekend anyway.
Of course I want to race, racing is my dream, my passion, and it was the first love of my life but P has become my first priority. She won't even remember this in a few days but my heart breaks anyway for her.
The bright summer sun in Monaco is blinding my eyes as I wait for Charles and Daniel to walk onto the tarmac. It is my first time flying in my private jet and I really did not want to be alone. I invited Daniel first, he is of course my best of friend, but Charles just kind of happened. I'm not really sure how but after some very drunken texting of memes back and forth I got the call from Christian about the going ahead with Austria and somehow ended up inviting Charles.
It's not like we're even friends. Charles and I have not even spoken in person since our fight nearly a month ago. Oh well, at least I will have Daniel to keep me company.
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3 hours later we are soaring through the sky and I must admit, my new plane is simply lovely. Charles is sleeping on one of the chairs by the window while Daniel and I play chess. I'm beating his ass two games to one already and I'm very happy, finally my competitive side can come out.
"Mate what's the deal with you two?" Daniel sighs as I take out another one of his knights, I love winning. "You've barely spoken since we arrived."
I don't really know what to say to Daniel. It's clear to anyone with eyes that Charles and I are very awkward and not comfortable together right now but I don't want to share too many details. I already hurt Charles enough.
"We got into it a while ago, like I told you already, but now we're in this weird we're friends but we're not phase." I whisper a curse in dutch under my breathe as Daniel takes out one of my rooks.
He raises his eyebrows, clearly not impressed with my competitiveness over a simple game, whatever. "You didn't kiss right? Cause this is like when I see my ex at a party and we pretend not to have history. But hey no judgment here!" Daniel puts up his hands to emphasize his point.
I perhaps blush more than is necessary. "Are you crazy? I did not kiss Charles that would be..." Is it bad that I kind of want to know how it would be? If he were a woman though, not Charles Charles. "That would be weird mate. I'm not... that."
"Alright I was just asking. Don't get so weird about it. It was just a joke Maxie. You need to chill out a bit. Checkmate by the way." It takes a moment for me to remember our game. Fuck. I don't want a tied score.
"You probably cheated," I spit out, still blushing a little bit and making sure Charles is asleep before continuing. "It wouldn't gross you out thought? Like if one of the drivers were gay or something? You would have to see them kissing a guy at the paddock. Isn't that kind of weird?" The words rush out faster than the Williams car on track.
Daniel doesn't even hesitate to respond. "Nah man I think it'd be cool. I kissed a couple guys, just to see what it was like when I was drunk and it really wasn't that different. I'm straight but representation is important for everyone. You know how big a deal it was when Lewis started his activism more heavily. And besides there was the whole Lewis and Nico thing... they were practically fucking each other with their eyes half the time."
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End Game (Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen)
Fanfiction"I don't deserve you schat. But... I think I'll keep you anyway." I smile, trying to organize my thoughts on what we are about to do. "Yes, I am quite alright with that, I think." "You think?" He questions, slowly guiding my head from his shoulder...
