MADELINE'S POV
These 2 weeks were mentally KILLING me.
Working, editing and managing the RB accounts was far harder than in Ducati.
Thankfully, we are now flying on our way to Australia, this time Max came with us.
Landing in Australia felt amazing.
I always liked it here.
"Come on let's go Mads" says Lando giving me a hand to stand up from my seat.
As we make our way to the hotel, we spot Charles and his gf? friend? best friend? no idea what she is to him.
"Hey girl, you look amazing" I say to her. She's so effortlessly beautiful.
"Girl have you seen yourself? Stunning as always you are" she hugs me, I return the hug obviously.
"Hey Madi! How are you?" Charles approaches me after he greets Max and Lando.
"I'm doing good? And you?". "Couldn't be better" he says.
"Hmm are you two finally dating?" Lando asks them.
They've been going out for quite a long time, so I suppose they're together.
"Shhh, not yet. Soon though" says Charles as he looks at Alex, winking at her. She blushes at his comment.
"Awww you got her all blushing and being cute" Max joins the conversation.
"Shushhh" She says, covering her face. Me, Lando and Charles just chuckle. She's so pretty.
"Anyways, Alex wanna get a coffee tomorrow after Free Practice?" I ask her. Not gonna lie, she is good company.
"I'd love to girl, text me!
"Will do, byebye" I say as we all say out goodbyes to them.
Lando and Max enter their hotel room, which was right next to mine.
The hotel room smelled nice. The view wasen't that great sadly, but that dosen't matter.
timeskip to FP2
I was back at the RB Garage after getting coffee with Alex, working and keeping the socials updated for the free practices. FP1 ended with Max P5 and Daniel P4.
There was around 5 more minutes into FP2, but suddenly a Red Flag appeared.
Someone went off track and hit the barriers.
It was... Lando.
The crash wasen't that big, not at all. He got out of the car and sent a thumbs up to the tifosi, as a sign to confirm he's alright.
but the damage was.... a bit more than expected.
The session was not continued, leaving Max P9 and Daniel P5.
I quickly update the socials, then ask if I can go see Lando.
"Yes, you can Miss Norris" says Christian.
All I do is thank him and rush to the McLaren Garage.
I knew he was gonna be pissed at himself, but it wasen't even his fault. His brakes were NOT working properly. I still knew he was gonna blame himself for everything.
" Oscar you seen Lando?" I ask as Oscar looks at me. "In his driver room, think he's pissed at himself. Not even his fault anyway." he says. He felt bad for him.
I thank him and storm off to Lando's driver room. I knock.
"Come in" he says." Mads, hey."
"Hey Lan, you alright?" "Nah I just fucked up the car."
"Lando, the team will fix it. And anyway it's not your fault. Your brakes were not working properly. Stop blaming yourself."
I say as i bring him into a hug. He always does this to himself.
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For fuck's sake , George Russell.
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