Race & Rally // Charles Leclerc

25.00

Charles and I decide to drop Thomas and David off at the airport in America for their honeymoon. They don't want to have to pay for parking so we happily agree to take them. We now stand at the security, saying our goodbyes before they go through.

"I'm going to miss you so much," I muffle into David's shoulder, hugging him as tightly as possible. He has given me a training regime to keep up while he's gone, but I know it won't be as fun without him there to torment me. I also have to pull out of a few tournaments, which I'm discreetly grateful for so I can have a break.

"I'll not miss you at all," David grins sarcastically, as we pull away from each other. Charles and Thomas are in light conversation behind us.

"Don't lie to me," I wink at him, shoving him playfully. Suddenly, the knot that has been in my stomach the entire day tightens once more, causing me to clutch my stomach.

"You ok there Aria?" frowns David, reaching out to me worriedly.

"Yeah, I've just had a pit of anxiety in my stomach all day long. I think I just don't want you to go," I admit. This will be the longest length of time I have been apart from David, after spending almost every day with him for years.

"You're going to be ok," he chuckles, "Besides, you have lover-boy over there now." He makes a gesture towards Charles as I roll my eyes at his teasing.

"I suppose," I sigh. "Now go and have the best honeymoon possible!"

"I will! And, you better keep training so that when I come back, we can win every tournament for the rest of the year," he adds, pointing his finger sternly.

"Of course," I promise. He gives me one final hug, before making his way over to Thomas.

Charles slides his arms around my waist from behind as we watch them walk through security, both of us waving goodbye as they disappear. I place my arms over Charles', letting a sigh leave my body.

"You're going to do just fine without him, you know that Summers?" whispers Charles gently against my neck, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"I know. It's just going to be weird without him, that's all," I say, feeling comforted by the warmth of his body.

"I get that. It's only going to be for a while though." He then steps away from me, turning my body around to face him. "Now, how about we go and get some ice cream?"

A smile travels onto my lips. "I'd like that a lot."

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The day is spent wandering around the city aimlessly, trying to find stuff to do so that we don't have to go back to our hotel room just yet. We're stopped by fans often, happily taking photos with them to pass the time.

Thankfully, one fan recommends the best restaurants around, and that there's also a rock climbing complex nearby. Charles and I look at each other immediately after we hear those words, knowing that both of our competitive spirits will lead us to the rock climbing.

Next thing you know, we're both harnessed onto the side of a fake cliff, both waiting to hear the whistle blow, so we can race each other to the top.

As soon as the whistle goes, we shoot off. I try not to look at Charles and to stay focused, but it's hard not to take a glance when every muscle he owns is noticeably flexing. He's close to me for most of the way up. However, at one point his foot slips, giving me the upper hand.

I eventually reach the top before him, letting out a cheer of joy, looking down at him triumphantly.

"I hate you!" he calls up to me, not taking the loss very well.