"Cause you and I, we were born to die.."
Or
In which:
Lolita rozier "lita" and max verstappen despise each other that much that they can't stop thinking About one another.
Real life
Started: 28/9/23
Finished:
Book 1 of 'young and reckless' series
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By the time the all to familiar sound of the hammering alarm clock went off, the Hungarian sun floated high almost as if it was at its peak of day.
it took everything in litas body to crack her eyes open, she knew she had gone to bed early (11'o clock early) but it just made her feel more tired instead
As she became more aware of her surrounds it finally clicked to her that there wasn't anything pressing up against her back anymore or the hold around her waist making one to many butterflies in her stomach irrupt, it was quite clear that max had already left.
Rubbing her sleep filled eyes she sat up straight before stretching and taking herself out of bed
As she walk around the room she noticed that the Dutchman had left her polo shirt and white jean shorts out for her to change into.
Not thinking anything off it, lita slipped on the redbull polo shirt and white jean shorts before putting on white converse and untangling her braids from last night before leaving her hair a frizzy/wavy style before rushing out of the hotel to get to the paddock.
It didn't take her that long so she decided to walk the 10 minutes instead of wasting money on a cab, getting past the secure with her id she wondered past different reporters which gave her strange looks
Smiling back at them awkwardly, she notices some fans all looking back at her almost excitedly? furrowing her eyebrows lita made her way into the garage where it was already bustling as they prepared the cars for the only practise they'd get in the hungary prix.
Walking over to Aaron, she saw her half brothers lip twitch up as he scanned her outfit which made her slowly grow more hot headed
"What the hell is everyone looking at me for" she snapped as she glared up to the lanky brunette who couldn't help but let out a loud laugh.
"Nice shirt Lola" he grinned down at her which earned him a confused look.
"What are you on about?" Just as lita was about to look down, she felt a certain pair of eyes staring at her from across the garage as he prepared to for practise
She watched the Dutchman's pupils darken quickly as he started at her, but not the usual type she would received when she'd piss him off this one felt more heated...more lustful it was like his blue irises had been absorbed by a dark shadow...
Slowly looking down, she felt like slapping herself as she noticed the obviously massive polo shirt tucked into her white jean shorts. It had the famous 1. On it And the all to familiar last name followed by a lingering smell of his cologne
How the hell did she manage to put on his shirt?
Looking over to him slowly, lita watched his Adam's apple Bob thickly as some engineer named Ryan talked to him but he clearly wasn't listening there was no fucking way he could listen with a site like that.
Glaring at the idiot who had clearly placed one of his polo shirts instead of hers on purpose, lita made her way into her retirement room, no wonder everyone was looking at her funny
"Okay max, there's only 4 minutes left of practise and that will be pole tomorrow for you" Christian spoke through the mic to the Dutchman who was obliviously leading the practise lap yet again.
To most, that would be an easy 4 minutes since sainz was a good 5.567 behind him as long as he defended well and turned at the perfecting timing but to max it was fucking hell.
The sight of Lonnie walking in to the garage in one of his polos with his number on it was a real sight to behold, he knew it would drive any sane man crazy.
She looked stunning and she didn't even realised what effect it had on the Dutchman, the moment she walked into the garage was a repeating sight in his head as he raced, his racing suit almost painfully tight
By the time he flew down to more laps, he watched the checkered flag get waved while the crowds roared he needed out of the car and to his dressing room before anyone could see just how painfully hard he'd become.
Dammit Lonnie.
"That's p1 max, sainz p2 and lolita as p-" before Christian couldn't get a chance to finish his sentence through the radio, max has already undone his stirring wheel and placed it on the car before pulling himself out before storming into the garage, not even bothering to take off his helmet
From afar lita also undid her wheel before pulling herself out and taking off her helmet causing her hair to puff messily as she watched the Dutchman storm his way into the garage and out of site leaving not only her but the rest of the garage confused
Where the hell was he off too?
Au// had the biggest urge to write more so here you go, cheeky Tuesday update? Unheard off. Hope this feeds your Lolita and max addiction as much as it had writing it xx
