Gentle with me | MAX VERSTAPPEN

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Disney Princess 
Guys... I found out who the man was...

Apollo's runaway lover 
Well, don't leave us hangin'

Dora the explorer 
I can already tell that Max was not jumping up and down in happiness and giggling over your crush with you as soon as you decided to tell the world about your newest crush on a mystery man 💀

Disney Princess 
Well, you are right about that. I had an argument with Max about Romeo and Juliet while also having to restrain him from grabbing a baseball bat yesterday.

Anyway, the so-called mystery man just happens to be.

*Drum rolls* Charles Leclerc, the Ferrari driver 🥳

Dora the explorer 
You're fucked.

Daphne, prepare two graves for the Ferrari driver and our friend. RIP Tatiana, it has been nice knowing you for the past 18 years. May you find happiness in hell 😔

Apollo's runaway lover 
The graves are being prepared!

RIP Tatiana you will be missed. May the devil fall in love with you and make your time in hell much easier and durable 🤧

Disney Princess 
First of all! I know I'm metaphorically speaking dead.

Second of all? Why are you both so dramatic? Maxie will only proceed to rant my ear off while he's scolding me.

And lastly! Why are you both so quick to assume that I'll end up in hell???

Dora the explorer 
Great news! No graves need to be made. Amazing! Well, then have a wonderful day bestie, may the odds be ever in your favour!

Apollo's runaway lover 
Man, this was my chance to replace you as your father's daughter and get all the privileges 😭

Disney Princess 
Daphne, you should watch Saltburn or don't. You'll just end up following in Oliver's footsteps. 
Delivered.

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'Day two.' I thought quietly to myself as I walked into the paddock. I had managed to convince Max to allow me to not attend any of the paddock club activities for the rest of the weekend. It hadn't been that difficult especially after I had told him about my encounter with that stranger Melissa.

Charles had texted me yesterday night a couple of hours after he left me on read, that he had managed to scrub away my phone number on his arms with soap and water although the consequences led to him having a red and irritated forearm.

Which in my defence wasn't my fault.

Charles had just decided that apparently, my advice to use perfume sounded totally ridiculous and false. Therefore, he had thought that the best option was soap and warm water which quite honestly would take a couple of washes to really be able to remove the ink.

I can also say that he wasn't really happy with the fact that I was going to spend the weekend with the Red Bulls and that I had managed to send Max on a warpath towards the Ferraris. 

And I will admit that I was at fault here for that. But how was I supposed to know that Max's overprotective brother instincts would reach the sky with just one tweet?

I could see Max walk towards me at a quick pace. He was dressed in his racing suit with a Red Bull in his hand.  "What took you so long?" Max asked as soon as he reached me.
"Max, you're acting like I missed the qualifying session." 

"Because you have missed a lot of other things! You missed the second practice yesterday and now you've missed the Pirelli hot laps and the third practice session." He exclaimed, his hands moving up and down and to the sides as he started to rant about how I should have gone and arrived with him and Kelly instead so I wouldn't miss things like this.

"Well, I am here now right in time for quali, no?" I smiled sheepishly at my best friend. Max just sighed. He took my hand and pulled me towards the Red Bull garage. 

"Next time, can you please not drool over Charles?" Max asked. His question took me by surprise. I'll be honest, I didn't think it would be that easy for him to find out that the Ferrari man I was gushing over was his childhood rival.

"How did you find out about that?" I wondered, curious enough to want to know his genuine response.

"Please, Tia. You don't need to be a genius to figure out that the man you thought was hot and worked within the Ferrari garage was Charles. Especially when you straight out told me to not run someone off the track. It only left me with two options. Either Charles or Carlos. And I might have perhaps briefly gotten a glimpse of Charles' forearm with your number on it." Max answered, his pretty blue eyes staring into mine.

"So, you're not out for blood?" I asked nervously. I would prefer to not have to try and stop a brown-haired, blue-eyed man who's twenty-three centimetres taller than me and an athlete dealing with G-forces higher than I would ever deal with. No thanks, I actually like to be alive.

"Oh, I am. Especially considering Charlie's little track record. However, I will admit that you could have picked a worse man. Actually, now that I think about it, you have picked worse men before." Max answered. The two of us walked into his garage and Max immediately walked towards his driver's room.

"Could you please avoid going after Charles' blood?" 

"What's with all this begging for me to not be after blood? Don't tell me that you actually have a real genuine crush on Charles?!" Max asked, his voice going up an octave. His expression clearly showed that he was far from pleased. "By the way, why do you make me sound like I'm an aggressive guy?" Max asked, his lips forming a pout while he had his arms crossed. I laughed slightly at seeing Max like that. I don't think many of his fans would even imagine Max doing that.

"No, no, of course I'm not trying to make you the villain, Maxie. Of course, you're just a soft overgrown mama bear." I jokingly said, although I just think I made it worse. I was honest though on the first part and I know Max knew that. He just wasn't happy with the mama bear comment.

"You know what, I've got quali. You better watch the quali session because of me and not because of Charles."
"Oh, so I am not allowed to watch it from the Ferrari garage?" I wiggled my eyebrows and watched as Max threw his arms into the air.
"No. You're my guest. Do whatever you want at the Monaco Grand Prix, but for now here in Miami? You're the guest of Red Bull."

I laughed as I pulled Max into a quick hug. "Fine, no Ferrari this weekend. Now go on, I believe you got a quali to go to."