Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

47: Open my eyes

Maeve's point of view.

It was a great party, I'm so fucking tired.

Luciana and Charles were dancing and kissing all night.

I noticed Lando and Sienna were absent the whole evening, they probably made up, I'll ask her tomorrow.

She said goodbye like an hour ago and Lando left 15 minutes ago.

Everyone is gone... except...

'So then he said, what are your plans? I laughed so hard. He gave me and Hamilton tips for 'free practice'', Max laughs, he's telling me a story about my dad, a story I knew already... I was there.

'Max, that was in 2018, I was like 15 back then. I was in the room where it happened', I tell him.

'You were?', he looks shocked.

'Did you forget I'm his daughter or something? I was attending all his interviews If I had the chance. I was homeschooled by my grandparents, you know that right?'

'What the fuck, how old is your dad?', Max asks.

'Max... I'm 20 remember? My dad is turning 37 this year and I'm turning 21 next week'

'Your dad was 16?', Max is completely shocked.

'Max are you serious? You didn't know? My dad was still racing in 2022 and I was racing in F2 at that time... if he hadn't retired last year we would've been racing together'.

Everyone has a hard time processing that, and it's weird I know. My parents had me very young but they never ever hated me for it. My mom and grandparents raised me when my father was still karting and racing and everything. He wanted to succeed in F1 to give me the life I deserved. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

'Wow... that's next level Schumacher', he says.

'What the fuck? No, it's not', I laugh.

'Aight well I better head home. Plicht roept', he says.

'Plicht roept?' I try to understand what he said.

'It's Dutch... duty calls?'.

'Max you are really drunk', I say.

'I'm sober enough to drive'

I shake my head. 'You drove here?!', I ask shocked.

'I wasn't planning on drinking', he laughs.

'Okay you're staying here, come on, let's get you to bed'.

'I'm sleeping with you?', he asks.

'No, you're sleeping at my place, not with me'.

'That's too bad', he smirks.

I have laid him down on the bed in the guest bedroom.

'Here is a bucket if you need it okay?

'Thank you', he says, already half asleep.

I grab my pajamas and walk towards the living room.

'Maeve! Maeve!', I hear Max yelling.

I walk back to the guest bedroom.

'Yes Max?', I walk into the room

He looks at me with big eyes.

'Jezus wat een lekkerding', he mumbles.

'Stop talking Chinese, what are you saying?'

'My head is hurting'