‎‧₊˚✧The Distance Between✧˚₊‧

Part 17

The race was not what was expected. Charles finished in 5th place, which while he knew it was not a bad position, he was fighting for a championship. Oscar Piastri came first, much to a lot of peoples' surprise.

"I was so shit. I can do so much better than that and I fucked it up." Charles complained to Mila as they sat in his drivers room.

"Don't say that Charles. You know it wasn't all on you. It's the car, compared to the others you just haven't caught up yet." Mila stood in front of the couch he sat on, holding the sides of his head. "The most important thing is that you know how to improve, yeah?"

"Why do you have to be so logical mi amore?" Charles's puppy dog eyes looked up at Mila. "I love you."

"I love you too Charles, I thought you would never say." Mila crouched to his level to kiss him, and he pulled her onto his lap. The kiss deepened, and Mila felt Charles's enjoyment underneath her. If they hadn't of been in an almost cardboard room, she would've considered making a move, but she didn't want to risk anything, especially with Carlos next door.

"Baby the things I would do to you if we weren't in this room right now." Charles groaned under his breath.

"I was thinking the same thing. I would let you do anything to me."

"Anything?" Charles's eyes seemed to light up at the thought.

"Maybe not, seeing as that is how you react." Mila sat up and crossed her arms, pretending to disapprove. Charles pouted, and Mila giggled like a teenager in love.

"Come on, we need to go now anyway, get ready for the party."

"Ugh, you drivers party so much,do you not get tired?"

"Not when there are successes to celebrate, and failures to drown."

"You truly are something else Charles. Never fail to amaze me." Mila laughed and stood up. Charles immediately put a hand over his crotch, his cheeks gaining a red blush. "Just like I said."

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"Wow. You look amazing Mils." Charles was already slightly tipsy by the time the two were leaving the hotel.

"Thank you Charlie, you're not too bad yourself." She winked and poked his nose. He was wearing his glasses as he had had a sore head during the day from not wearing them. His plain black t-shirt was form fitting around his muscular biceps and chest, and his black chinos were not as tight as his regular skinny jeans, something Mila was attempting to work him away from.

"Now Charles? You need to act as sober as possible, if you don't you might be arrested. Okay?"

"I have never been as sober as I am right now." Charles managed to slur almost every word in the sentence.

Mila winced slightly, she never wanted to have the thought, but Charles in a drunken state almost reminded her of Alejandro. Block that thought out Mila. He will never be like that. Never.

As the two arrived at the club, they bumped into Kika and Pierre.

"What's wrong with him?" Pierre asked, slightly louder than the average sober person.

"Same thing as you babe." Kika replied snarkily. "Pre'd slightly hard?" This question she addressed straight to Mila.

"Yeah, must be revenge for last time."

The two girls walked into the club together, men following after.

As the four entered, they walked straight to the VIP section, gave their names, and walked over to the group.

"Milaaa!" She heard. Glancing around she saw Carlos, and Lando waving in her direction. She made her way over, leaving Charles with the couple who had, led by Pierre, made their way over to Yuki Tsunoda.

"Hey guys! It's so loud in here!" Mila shouted over the music.

"It's great isn't it?" Lando replied rocking from side to side in time with the music, still wearing sunglasses.

Mila moved to ask him what that was about, "Hey Lando, what are the sunglasses abo-"

"Mila no, don't cramp his style." Carlos reached across and blocked her mouth. He looked unusually stern for such an unserious sentence, but Mila took heed, and avoided the topic.

"I'm going to get a drink, do either of you want anything?"

A resounding 'no' was heard from the men, so Mila went to the bar. A brown-haired, boyish figure stood there, struggling to grab the attention of the barman.

"Oscar?" The boy turned around.

"Uh, hi? Have we met?" He looked embarrassed, a pinkish glow adorning his cheeks.

"No, no. Don't worry. I'm Mila, Carlos's sister."

"No shit? It's good to meet you."

"You too. Congratulations on the win today, my brother isn't pleased, he can be slightly emotional."

Oscar attempted to stifle a laugh. "Don't worry about it, lots of us are. Do you want a drink?"

"No thanks Oscar, you're very kind, but I have Charles's card tonight." She pulled the black card out of her purse in a joking flex, fanning herself with it.

"Charles?" He looked confused.

"Yeah, we're together."

"Oh no way! For how long?"

"Like two weeks, it's kind of embarrassing to say out loud, I feel like I'm in high school again." She felt herself go slightly red.

"I feel like that with Lily, even though we have been going out for ages, she just makes me feel so happy I guess."

"Oh, young love. To be your age again."

"You're not that much older than me, are you? I'm 22."

"I am the grand age of 25, I'm elderly." Mila faked wiping a tear away, and the two laughed. They ordered their drinks, and chatted until they were served.

Mila then sidled her way over to Charles, who was now sitting with Max. The Dutch man was drinking his classic gin and tonic, which Charles had been taking sips of while complaining about how disgusting he thought they were.

"Am I interrupting something?" Mila joked.

"Yes. Your boyfriend was just breaking up with me because he likes you better." Max covered his face, pretending to cry.

"Oh dear. That's a nightmare." Mila smiled. I love this group of people.

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