*MAX'S POV*
"Max, have you got anything to say?" I hear GP ask as I cross the finish line.
"It's lovely. Simply lovely." I speak through the radio. I know I love the phrase, you don't have to remind me.
"And with that, Max Verstappen becomes the champion of the 2023 season of Formula 1! Simply class!" Crofty's voices reverberates through the whole circuit while I feel an immense amount of pride. It feels like winning is what I am designed for. What I am made for.
I look at the crowd and see my dad in a distance. He isn't smiling but hey, at least he's not overflowing with rage. That, in itself, is the best possible thing I can expect from him.
I decide to end the evening with some donuts.
I'm joined by Oscar and Lando on the podium, who also were, both, extremely impressive today. I won by just 30 seconds. That's seriously impressive!
We celebrate as usual, popping the corks of the champagne bottles and aiming it at each other till we're practically drenched.
Life is good sometimes. Today just happens to be included in those "sometimes".
*CHARLES POV*
Life is only good sometimes. Today, however, is definitely not included in those "sometimes" whatsoever. To say today was a shitty day would be an understatement. As a Ferrari driver, you encounter a new shitty day everyday. The strategists and mechanics make it even worse. But today was just terrible. Verstappen won his third championship. I wouldn't call that dude just my rival. He's my sworn enemy. He won three WDC's! Isn't that enough? Can't he fucking retire already?
That guy is the brim of my existence. On top of that, I wasn't even able to get on the podium! P5! That's right! P fucking 5! This is all just too much. I need to take a breather.
I step outside my apartment. I just really want to be alone right now. At peace. But that's kind of impossible when you're living in the same building as all the f1 drivers. I'm sure I'm going to bump into one and I do not want to take any chances so I sneak out to the only place I can think of, the garden which is 2 blocks away from us. I love gardens. It's a weird thing to like but I just love staring at the starry sky, at night, all alone. It gives me another level of peace which is why I always search up where the nearest garden is to the apartment whenever we travel to other countries to compete. This time, I was lucky enough that it's only 2 blocks away. Strange, right? Luck played out in my favour. Really, really strange. Although, it's near the building with our apartments, I'm sure I won't encounter any drivers since they all prefer to stay in the luxury of their homes.
I get to the park. It's completely dark out and there's an eeire vibe in the surroundings. Normally, lights would be on here but it's completely dark today and I just cannot seem to figure out the reason why. Anyhow, it's not a big problem. I'm just going to sit here for like thirty minutes so I can clear my mind. More specifically, clear it of the voices inside. It's pitch black out and the moon is in it's beginning phase so I can't use the crescent's light to guide me either. At last, I feel the very subtle hint of shade of a bench nearby so I go and sit on it. I put my headphones into my ears and pull out my sketching pad. It's really weird how I've started drawing now. I used to be terrible at it. Can't say I've gotten any better but hey! At least, I've gotten consistent. I'm just going to freestyle this one.
I start drawing it but when I'm more than half-way through, I realise that this is, in fact, not a free-style but somebody I know. Somebody I clearly recognise but really don't want to. Somebody I don't want to acknowledge the existence of. Fuck it. He's not here anyway. What can he do to me?
I continue listening to Lana Del Ray's song 'Margaret' which is one of my all-time favourites. It's lyrics go kind of like this:
"Cause when you know, you know.
"And when you're old, you're old."
I hum the lyrics along with the song, as I am all alone and the voices inside my head are slowly getting better. But for how long can a Ferrari driver's happiness remain intact? Surely not more than an hour and definitely not more than a day.
Suddenly, I feel someone taking my headphones out of my ears. I get ready to attack the intruder but when I look up direct into pale, blue eyes to see the very cause of all my trauma, it's honestly quite disappointing "Have your parents taught you nothing? You should really learn to be careful about your surroundings."
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So guys this was the very first chapter I've ever written on this app so it's a very special one. It's really short as well since it's like 3 am rn and I'm dying to go to sleep as I've been studying the whole day. But I did not want to disappoint all of you. Once again, I'm sorry about that. I'll try to make the next one a little longer. Feel free to drop any suggestions on what I should do next in this story. I will try my best to take all of your ideas under consideration. Now I really gotta go and sleep as my eyelids just CANNOT seem to stay open. Okay bye bye everybody!! Hope you all stay happy<33
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