It was the next day, and Marilyn was currently laying down beside you, while you were lying on your back.
It was about 3 PM, as both you and Marilyn had woke up late.
You spent half the night thinking about the fact an F1 Driver wanted your number, and Marilyn spent the whole time crying over how she needed to take a bath along with how she needed to actually sleep.
Not even your parents knew about it, as you knew they most likely would've mentioned it by now and how they would've pestered you to do something about it too.
After a couple moments of simply scrolling through both Instagram and X at the same time, your phone pinged and a message was sent.
From Max Verstappen. Huh.
Why aren't you here Y/n ? :((
You read the message, and realized he must've assumed you'd be there for the whole race weekend, specifically for the Grand Prix.
Marilyn climbed onto your stomach, scrolling through one of your back up phones that you let her use so that you didn't have to give up your own.
She was most likely on YouTube, which you didn't really care about when it came to her.
Parents didn't wanna come, I would've tho
But I'd be there and you could've brought Marilyn too
I'm not spending time in Paddock Club alone, Max
I could've taken you to the paddock
Maybe next time, Max.
Definitely next time.
I have to go now to see Checo and Horner, sorry :((
Alright, Maxie
Love you <33
You froze a little bit when he responded like that, Marilyn cooing at you before clapping her hands, waiting for you to get off her phone to most likely go with her around the house somewhere.
After a couple seconds, you actually typed up a response.
Love you too :))
You moved in your bed a little bit, before shutting your phone off and moving it onto your night stand, sitting up a little bit.
Okay, now, you really liked Max.
At first you weren't sure about the Dutch driver, but at the moment, you genuinely liked him.
And he liked you.
It was an extremely odd experience to be in the talking stage with an F1 Driver as big as Max Verstappen.
You crossed your arms as you looked to Marilyn, smiling at her a little as if nothing had happened.
"You wanna grab a snack with me?" You asked her, raising an eyebrow as you gestured towards the door.
She clapped her hands, immediately climbing off the bed and running out the door and into the hall, the sounds of her giggling could be heard from inside the small apartment, no matter where exactly you were.
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Dutch Cheek Kisses || Max Verstappen
FanfictionIn which you're an unemployed 24 year old who comes from a rather wealthy family, though has a three year old child from a previous fling and is left as a single parent. One day, for your mothers birthday, your family, family being mother, father, a...
