Julien Wechner and Max Verstappen.
From best friends to mortal enemies to what?
Both willing to do whatever it takes to win the world championship along which Julien tries to prove that she isn't a 2nd driver.
real life x social media
OC x Max Vers...
𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. Most importantly I can't tell Max especially after we finally reconciled.
Does Lewis know? Does George know? This is a very stressful situation I pace around my room.
I want to tell somebody but I can't. I have to reply at least something. If redbull won't give me a seat for the next season I have to do something. I'm certainly not leaving Formula 1 when I'm in my prime.
I'm loyal to Redbull but I'm also loyal to my dreams and that's winning the world championship whether it be with Redbull or Mercedes.
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Cc/Bcc, From: julien.wechner.fuckoff@gmail.com Subject: Your possibly new driver :)
What's up Mercedes or Toto (I don't know who is reading this) Anyway, I'd like to discuss your offer. We can either talk it through emails like those professional business people or we can meet up somewhere. It's your choice I don't really care. Byeeee Xoxo Julien W.
Sent from My iPhone
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I sent my reply and started packing all my belongings. I want to fly to Monaco as soon as possible.
I have almost two weeks long break, I'm not yet sure how I will spend it but I definitely want to either sort out this situation or get away from racing.
As I'm packing all my things and trying to so far unsuccessfully stuff them into my suitcase. my phone starts ringing. I grab my phone from the ground and look at the caller's ID.
It's Max. Could he know? Why is he calling? Did I already fucked up?
I let it ring for several seconds hesitating whether I should pick it up or pretend I lost my phone and died.
Have some balls Julien he can't possibly know, I encourage myself and pick up.
"Hey Max," I greet trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Hey Jul, I was wondering when are you flying to Monaco, well if you are flying to Monaco. I'm not sure what plans you have," I hear his voice through my phone.
Thank god, I sigh with relief.
"Yeah I want to fly home as soon as possible I am just finishing packing actually," I laugh.
"Oh awesome, if you want you can fly with me in my private jet," he offers.
Oh fuck. I'm horrible at keeping secrets or lying. Max can read me like a book and I hate it. Well, at least he could, I don't know if he still can read me that well.
I don't want to say no because that would also be suspicious. Also since we are finally becoming friends again and trying to bond again I don't want to dismiss his effort.
"Yeah sure, that'd be great thank you," I smile even though he can't see me.
"Okay, so can I pick you up at let's say one hour?" He suggests and I agree.
It's going to be just fine Julien, the flight isn't long and you don't have to talk about racing at all.
I hang up the phone and prepare everything for my leaving and the worst possible situation.
@𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐰𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫 United Kingdom
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