➶｡˚ part two of the RACING HEARTS series
Pierre Gasly had everything in his life he had wished for. A signed contract with a Formula One team, an amazing best friend. Every single girl wanted him. But suddenly, when his best friend's life...
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15th December 2019 Milan, Italy
"Hey! Are you even listening to me?"
Pierre immediately snapped from a momentary freeze as soon as his best friend snapped his fingers in front of his face.
"Sorry, Charles. I was thinking," Pierre clicked his tongue, turning his gaze to Charles, who couldn't help but chuckle.
"Thinking? You've never done that before. What a progress," he remarked, sipping the coffee Pierre had prepared. It was disgusting—at first, Charles doubted Pierre had ever touched the coffee machine before. Pierre assured him that he had great coffee-making skills, especially since he had been practicing them for his one-night stands. A cup of coffee was his way of giving them a decent farewell.
It didn't seem like a decent goodbye to Charles, though. The coffee tasted like a bitter highway to hell.
"You're a dick," Pierre rolled his eyes in annoyance. "What were you saying?"
"I said that the next season will be much better. I'm sure it will," Charles said, and Pierre couldn't help but chuckle a little.
"You had a great season, Charles. You're Il Predestinato, Ferrari's golden boy, if I'm not mistaken," Pierre looked down at his cup of coffee with a sigh. "I feel like I'm no one," he confessed.
Red Bull had fired him and demoted to a junior team. Although he understood he should be grateful for still being in Formula One, he couldn't shake off the terrible feeling. They had barely given him a chance.
"You're a good driver, Pierre. Stop thinking about Red Bull. Do you see how they treat Alex?" Charles remarked.
Well, that was a good point.
"Yeah, you're right," Pierre nodded, but then he shook his head. He didn't want to spend the afternoon with his best friend whining about Red Bull. He needed to get over it. "Anyway, how are you doing after the break-up? You seem quite okay," Pierre asked.
"I'm fine, really," Charles replied with a subtle smile on his lips. "I'm just sorry that the media treated her this way. I think that we were doomed from the start, though," he shrugged.
"Why do you think so?" Pierre lifted one of his eyebrows.
"You'll think I'm crazy," Charles laughed, setting his coffee cup on the table.
"I won't. I promise," Pierre shook his head.
Pierre knew he was the definition of a fuckboy. He knew that bringing a new girl almost every night to his apartment wasn't exactly ideal behavior. Charles was a hopeless romantic, something Pierre couldn't understand or imagine. Despite their different perspectives, Pierre would never make fun of Charles' different approach. He actually admired him for this. In some ways, he wanted to be like Charles.
