CHAMPION ; arlecchino

001

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Lap 01:

Do Love Stories start by
dropping phones ?

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❝ Yeah, come on run, go crazy it's a race, race,
Don't waste any time, hit the gas, gas ❞

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You have been quite familiar with sports for a while, especially since your younger brother Ajax is a professional from Snezhnaya racing for none other than the Red Bull Racing team.

Usually, you accompany him to the tracks, without really showing any particular interest in his practice or activities and remain slouched on a chair with your phone.

But today, it's different. You can feel it. When Ajax asks you to drop him off, you accept, looking a little more optimistic than usual because you feel like something will happen. You just know it.

Your ginger-haired brother suddenly makes you snap out of your trance slightly as he walks down the staircase that you're leaning on, — slouching against almost.

"Hey, Y/n." He chimes happily as he tosses the set of keys back to you (which you gladly manage to catch) before he's taking his white pair of Air Force out of the shelf and he begins to untie their laces to put them on his feet. "Are you ready to go ?"

You just nod at him simply, zipping your jacket before speaking up; "You could drive there by yourself, you know ?"

"Yeah, but it's better with you." He laughs softly, patting your shoulder as a gesture of affection. "You're my sister after all."

You make a disgusted face at Ajax's remark behind his back as he unlocks the door to your house, before following suit and twirling the keys in between your fingers absentmindedly.

Ajax shoves the key into the lock of the front door as you make your way to what appears to be his mythos-colored A4 Audi parked in the slot designed for it.

Well, that's a fancy, useless name for a car that's just painted in black. You snort to yourself as you press your digit on the car's key and wait for it to unlock while your brother arrives behind to take the passenger seat.

As soon as he's seated, Ajax immediately pairs his phone with the car's bluetooth system before he begins to accidentally blare out some Rasputin on the speaker which makes you scowl at him and yank the phone out of his hands to switch it off.

"Don't put this stuff while I'm driving." You snarl, twisting the key to rev up the engine and start the car.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea it would play that song-" He tells you as he desperately tries to reach out for his phone that you're keeping in your hands, far away from his grasp. "Y/n, come on. I said I'm sorry."