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"There, I posted a tweet! Happy?" I grind out to Georgiana who is standing waiting above me with her iPad expectingly.
"Exceptionally! Thank you very much, Lando and Oscars tweets will be out within the hour then followed by Charles's and Carlos's!" She says either an amount of cheer that surprises me.
"Don't count in Carlos's." Sarah chimes in from her seat on the other couch as she scrolls through TikTok, I've heard the same sound come from her phone twelve times. She's either watching a Lando edit or a Charles edit.
George looks up at her and then back at me. "Don't tell me you've gone and done something to ruin the plan." She growls.
I blush slightly and Sarah smirks. "He fucked Cami over, not the other way around."
Georgiana sighs and takes a seat next to us both. "Listen I get this is hard, but we need to make this work. I get that Carlos has his issues, they all do. All the drivers have egotistical issues that would need to be unpacked over several several sessions of therapy, but that's not the point. Formula One drivers live in a world of their own, and sometimes we just have to go along with it. Especially," She says looking deliberately and slowly at each of us. "The two of you. Cami you're in a rough spot. Sarah, well if you want to be here then you gotta stick with the story,"
She looks out of breath as she finishes talking.
"Amen on the ego issues," Sarah says to break the silence.
I smirk and even G cracks a smile. "Well, let's just say I've had some experience with some drivers myself." She says under her breath and I gape at her, looking at Sarah wide-eyed.
"Gorge!" I gasp.
She smiles and shrugs. "There were some hotties back in the day, I was a hottie too." She says as if that explains it all.
I think hard about my years of limited F1 knowledge, all thanks to my dad. "The grid sluts were Fernando Alonso, something Webber and Vettel right?" I ask and Gerogiana smiles a private smile.
"Sluts? Seems a little degrading." Sarah chimes in.
I snort. "If you saw them in action, you'd know what I mean. Vettel was the worst wasn't he?" I ask and George smirks.
"You really want that answered?" She says secretively.
"Ew!" I say and gag.
Jo smirks before winking at us both before leaving the room.
I'm still giggling when she leaves.
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CARLOS'S TWITTER
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"Ugh! He posted a fucking tweet, Sarah!" I call from the bathroom as I climb out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me to run and share my phone with her. She sits up immediately and groans.
"Let me see, what did he say?" She asks as she takes it from me. I watch her face as she reacts to the tweet. Her face contorts with disgust. "What the fuck is with the emoji at the end? He sounds fucking sarcastic. Ugh, that c-word!" She exclaims.
I snort at her use, or no use rather of a profanity. "I don't know, but he posted his an hour ago and I posted mine two hours ago and mine has 300 and something million views, his only has what like 160?" I grin. "That makes me feel a little better."
She snorts. "Well, that would make me feel better too, however, Lando's has 370 million and he posted it half an hour ago," Sarah says with a grin.
I groan as I flop onto the couch, my hair still wet from my shower and wrapped in a towel. I grab my phone back and toss it next to me. "Why is this so hard?" I murmur, rubbing my temples.
Sarah nods and puts her head on my shoulder. "I felt that."
There was a knock on the door and neither Sarah nor I moved.
"Are you decent?" Comes a call from behind the door, a male voice.
"No!" I scream and rush to the bathroom to grab a robe.
Sarah's laugh is loud as the door is opened.
"Okay! I'm good." I call as I leave the room with the robe tied tightly and see Charles and Lando now sitting on our couches.
"Hey, Cami. Can I call you that?" Lando asks as he pulls a few grapes from the fruit bowl on the coffee table. "Since we're besties and all that now." He says with a snicker.
I roll my eyes as I sit down beside Charles. "Call me whatever you want, Land." I snicker and Charles laughs too.
Lando sniffs. "Okay, fair game."
"Why are you guys here anyway?" I ask and Charles grins.
"Well, it's time to take you to the track." He says, his accent thick.
Sarah and I share a look. "Give me two hours," I say, standing up and going to the bathroom.
The two F1 drivers in my living room echo sounds of splitters and protest. "Two? Why would you need two hours?" Lando asks.
Sarah and I share another look. "Give me an hour?" I ask, trying to think about how long it would take me. There is still a look of disgust. "Half an hour? Twenty minutes?" I ask and they sigh. "Twenty is as low as I can get, and that's not even a joke."
They sit down begrudgingly and I sprint to my room to grab everything I need, gathering it in my hands and taking it to the bathroom.
Sarah is sitting outside talking to the guys. "If she gets ready in 20 minutes I'll give you both fifty dollars, it will be impossible for her and that's not a joke." She says and I smile determined to beat the time frame.
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first book update. 🤪
im so sorry it's been so freaking long, my computer has not been working because well it was getting repaired. i will however, be doing lotssss of updates.
i love you all so so so so much and i hope to do as much for this as i can.
ALSO what the FUCK is going on with the ferrari x merc right now???? LEWIS TO FERRARI AND CARLOS WIT NO SEAT????
