qualifying had gone badly after I had a panic attack right before Q3 so I was going to start P9 which was my worst position in f1. I had sneaked out of our house in the evening when everyone had gone to bed and driven to Max's hotel and spent the evening with him. we had talked for a very long time about how I felt about driving the car again and that he would try to help me as much as he could, then we talked about us and our feelings.
I woke up in the morning with Max's arm around me and I didn't want to get up but I knew I needed to get up to prepare myself mentally. when I got up, I heard Max whining and wanted me to go back to bed, but when I pointed out that we needed to leave soon, he whined again.
i went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face and came up with the biggest problem: how are we going to get to the track without some fan or other driver seeing us together?
when I came out of the bathroom after getting ready, Max was already all set and ready to go. I got a little stressed because I realized that I had been in the bathroom a little too long and needed to stress even though I had gotten up on time.
"Max Emilian Verstappen"
"Belle Elise Russell"
"how do you know my middle name?"
"not that hard to figure out"
"have you looked me up Max?"
"no, what did you want?"
"how do we get to the track without anyone seeing us together?"
"we've succeeded before so they work well now too" said Max and shrugged his shoulders.
there was no point in trying to get anything more out of Max so I grabbed the last of my things and went to put on my shoes. Max opened the door and checked both holds before starting to leave. everything seemed calm so I was just about to walk out into the hallway when Max turned and pushed me in, slamming the door behind him.
I was back in the hotel room completely confused about what had happened and was about to open it again when I heard Max start talking to someone and I now understood why he had thrown me back into the room.
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we had managed to get to the track after I had had to sneak around like a secret agent. in the paddock it was filled with various celebrities and fans. Olivia had texted me and warned me that I might fangirl when I got to the garage. i didn't understand what she meant but i left my things in my room and went down to the garage to see what she was talking about.
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FanfictionBelle Russell is the sister of racing driver George Russell and when she becomes the first female driver in Formula 1, she didn't expect that she and her teammate would have a hard time getting along.