**Lando's POV**
Right, where do I start? Its Australian GP Race Weekend and Oscar has gotten me and the rest of the McLaren team to go to this Aussie Rules football match, his favourite team Richmond are facing St Kilda.
I look and see that all the St Kilda players are running through a big banner that is pretty much chatting a load of shite about Richmond on it to a glorified version of "When the Saints go marching in" *i glance to my left and hear Oscar booing the living fuck out of the St Kilda players* i say to Oscar "Oz, how does this sport even work?"
"just imagine Rugby mixed with game of thrones" he says jokingly "nah but seriously right all you need to know is that whoever has the most points at the end wins" he then adds. "Fair enough" i respond.
Then out come the Richmond players running through a banner chatting shit about St Kilda to their own theme song, i dont know the words obviously but i tell you fucking what, Oscar definitely does. I look at Oscar and he's belting the end part of the Richmond theme song out "LIKE THE TIGER OF OLD, WERE STRONG AND WERE BOLD FOR WERE FROM TIGER" he then fucking screams "YEEEELLLLLOWWWWW ANDDDD BLACKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!"
"fuck me you must be a diehard supporter" i say, before he responds "since the day i was born Lando."
Something I've noticed about myself when im around Oscar is that i get like a weird feeling in my stomach, I think to myself im definitely Straight but when im around Oscar, my heart rates goes up a good 50 BPM. I think im in love with him or something. Anyways after a good 2 hours of sitting there not knowing what the fuck is going on, the game ends with the final score of
Richmond: 78
St Kilda: 70
I look to Oscar who is fucking gleaming as we walk back to the hotel. At this stage he's a bit drunk but not bad. "I t-tell you what Landoooooo, Richmond are g-going all the farking wayyyy" he says drunkenly, he becomes even more Australian when he's drunk. We get back to the hotel and head up to our rooms for the rest of the night, i put my bag down and fucking slump into bed. "What a fucking day" i say to myself quietly before getting under the blankets and falling asleep.
I wake up to my phone ringing at 4am
**Oscar is calling**
**Oscar's POV**
i cant fucking b-breathe w-whats happening?!??!, oh f-fuck its p-probably another p-panic attack, lemme try call L-lando........
END OF CHAPTER 1
