Oscar's Pov:
The world has not borne such a misfortune as me. I didn't finish on the podium in my home race. A soft knock hits my ears. Logan walks through the door. His eyes are also puffy red. I hugged him tightly and advised him to go to the houses and spend the next day with me.
- I have Nutella at home - I winked at him. From then on, we sat in my room and cried together. Logan's head is in my lap and I stroke his hair. What beautiful eyes he have, I looked. I mean what?? It's okay if I acknowledge my best friend's beauty, right? It's okay to have a problem, it's definitely not a problem. Huhh, I had a good talk with myself. When my hand gets caught in his hair for the third time, I grab a comb and comb it.Then Logan suddenly moves under my hands.
-Let's go to a party- He jumped up - Are you listening Oscar- let's go to a party, we won't get anywhere if we continue to sit here.- he sprang up. he was already in my closet when I realised I had black jeans and a tight white T-shirt on my lap. -Get dressed, Osc, go ahead,- he said at the end of the word. - it's good if you don't get dressed, I'll dress you up - he said without contradiction. He grabbed the bottom of the pole and pulled it down. Then the white shirt back. He pulled down my shorts and before I realized it I was already wearing jeans. I saw that he also picked out a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt.
-Let's gooo- he shouted
By the time I realized , we were already in Logan's car and headed to a nightclub. When we entered, I sank in shame. Logan took me to a gay bar when he knows full well that I'm gay. I stared at him with angry eyes. He just smiled at me with an accomplice smile. - I think that guy likes it - he pointed to a short, skinny guy.
- Hmm, not my thing, let's drink instead. - I started to the counter. I asked for two shorts, then I realized that Logan can't drink if we want to go home, so I covered both of them. I asked for the next. Then one more. Logan spoke to the bartender. Then, in this slightly drunken state, I got drunk and dragged Logan to dance. I knew Logan was bisexual and I didn't want him to have a relationship. I mean, I want him to be happy, but I wanted it to be with me. Due to the alcohol intake so far, I started shaking my ass and twisting my hips properly. Then Logan spoke
-- I think that boy got in too-he pointed to another guy
-Not my type- I repeated to myself.
- Ah Osc then what is your type? - Logan asked indignantly
- Hmm, let's see, he is tall, brown hair is usually set, but I like it much more when it hangs a little in his eyes. He has such an American face, with a wonderful jutting jaw. And his smile, his smile is my weakness, her voice is gentle, her eyes are smiling - then when I realized what I said, my face burned- And what about you? - I asked to save myself.
- Well, you won't believe what my type is. Brown hair, neatly combed on both sides, hazel brown eyes and a real Australian face, him smile is wonderful, but my weakness is him laugh
- hahah- I suddenly laughed and kissed Logan on the lips.
-I love you, I love you very much, Logan Sargeant,- I wrapped my arms around his neck.
- I love you too Oscar Piastri - he put his hands on my waist. I kissed him again.
Heyyy guyss!! How are you?? Do you like the race?? Ferrari double podium, can't be better. Do you like this chapter? If you don't like it, please let me know.
M.
