Charles Leclerc...
Well, he was the unexpected twist in your story.
You'd never felt this way before, never knew what it meant to be truly alive.
He became your beacon of light when darkness threatened to consume you.
With him, you found solace, str...
What just happened? Did I just meet MAX VERSTAPPEN??? YES I DID!
I might as well jump from a bridge. That security guard totally pushed me off. Like bro if I had a chance I would've punched you and you would've been embarassed to be beaten up by a kid. Wait I'm not a kid. And then I remembered, I met another person Charles. Charles leclerc. Ohh my god Can a human-living-being look that handsome?
As a Harvard computer science student, I was totally hyped to be at the F1 race with my Best friend, who's a Harvard law student. Like, can you even imagine the vibes? We were both so stoked, especially me 'cause I'm a huge fan of Max Verstappen.
Oh, you wanna hear how I met my BFF at Harvard? Get ready for a laugh!
So, picture this: it's the first day of orientation, and I'm, like, trying to navigate my way around campus without looking like a total freshman, right? And then, out of nowhere, I trip over my own shoelaces and go flying, landing flat on my face in front of this group of people.
And who's the first person to rush over and help me up? Yep, you guessed it-my future bestie! But instead of being all sympathetic, they're straight-up laughing their head off, like they've just witnessed the greatest comedy show of all time.
I'm there, mortified and covered in dirt, and this person's just cracking up like it's the funniest thing they've ever seen. But you know what? That's how I knew we were gonna be inseparable. 'Cause anyone who can turn a clumsy faceplant into a bonding moment is a keeper in my book!
And from that day on, we've been partners in crime.
But as we waited for the race to start, I couldn't shake off this weird memory of bumping into Charles Leclerc earlier. Like, his cologne was straight-up overpowering, and I low-key couldn't concentrate for a sec. Not gonna lie, it was kind of embarrassing.
So, I turned to my friend, trying to play it cool. "Dude, remember when I ran into Leclerc? His scent was, like, next-level intense. It almost short-circuited my brain, seriously."
My friend just smirked, totally calling me out. "Uh-huh, sure, Y/n. We all know you were totally crushing on him."
Oh man she knows me too well doesn't she?
But no i don't like him like that maybe i was just you know in love with his perfume
I rolled my eyes, but deep down, I knew they were right. But whatever, I was here for Verstappen, not some cute racer's cologne, right?
With only, like, 20 minutes left until the race started, the excitement was off the charts. I was practically bouncing in my seat, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
And when the lights finally dimmed, and the engines revved up, it was like pure magic. I grabbed onto my friend's arm, shouting with excitement as the cars zoomed past us.
"Let's go, Verstappen!" I screamed, feeling the energy of the crowd all around us.
In that moment, surrounded by the roar of the engines and the electric atmosphere of the race, I knew this was gonna be a memory to treasure forever.
I will never forget this race because I almost had to sell my kidney to reach here.
And there we go
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"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve of the F1 race here at Canada ! We've got an incredible lineup of drivers ready to tear up the track today, including the one and only Max Verstappen, whose entry has got the crowd on their feet!"
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"Obviously duh. Tutututu max Verstappen"
Y/n practically lost her mind when Max Verstappen's sleek machine hit the track. She was screaming like she just won the lottery, waving her Verstappen flag like a wild fan on a caffeine high. She could bet that she definitely looked high. And guess what? Max noticed her! Probably remembered her from that time she took a selfie with him earlier. Man, if looks could fuel engines, Max's would be redlining right about now!
Then came Charles Leclerc, and oh boy, he was looking at Y/n like she was the last slice of pizza at a party. Seriously, there was something in his eyes, like he was about to spill his deepest secrets or propose a secret handshake only they knew. But did Y/n pick up on the vibes? Nope. She was too busy trying to figure out if she had accidentally put her shirt on inside out again or if her hair was sticking up like she'd been electrocuted.
But no signs of electrocution.
And there's Charles, shooting Y/n those "I'm low-key into you" looks that could rival a Taylor Swift love song. But does Y/n catch on? Nah,she remained blissfully clueless.
"Hey, why's that dude eyeballing you like you're the last slice of pizza?" Hannah quizzed, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Probably just trying to remember where he parked his ride. I mean, having all those cars must mess with your memory, right?" I offered, attempting to make sense of the situation. "Dude has all those cars but at what cost?"
"What do you mean, 'at what cost'?" Hannah pressed, clearly not buying my explanation.
"If I knew, do you think I'd be standing here looking clueless, Hannah? I'm just as baffled as you!" I exclaimed, feeling the absurdity of the situation and equally tired with Hannah asking hundred questions which I don't know the answer for.
"Maybe he's got amnesia bro?Staring off into the distance, trying to piece together his life one parking spot at a time," I suggested with a deadpan delivery.
"Seriously?" Hannah's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Nah, I have no idea why he's staring at us," I admitted, unable to contain my laughter.
Oh, girl , only if you knew that the race track wasn't the only place where sparks were flying!
