Lizzie Jones
This club is fucking massive. Why are there like 3 floors? I look at Charles next to me who has the same expression, mouth open, eyes wandering around. I look to my left to see a bar, crowded with people either standing or sat on little bar stools.
"Hey let's check out the bar" i tell Charles, having to lean up and speak in his ear due to the incredibly loud music. He nods, and we make our way through the crowds of people, jumping and dancing to the beat. Once we get there Charles puts his card down before i can protest and the bartender writes down the details.
"It's on me tonight. Lizzie you dreamed it and you did it"
"Charles you did better than me, let me at least buy the first round" i exclaim but he puts his hand up to silence me.
"Lizzie you got a podium on your first ever F1 race, just let me do this for you" he begs, and i put up my hands in defence. We orders some shots, which we each down in seconds, before each having a cocktail and bring it over to the VIP section, joining the other drivers on a large L shape sofa. I find myself sat next to Carlos and Daniel, each with a fruity cocktail in their hands. I look at Charles, who's sat across from me, staring at me, even though max is talking at him.
'You okay' i mouth, checking on him.
He smiles and nods.
"Hey well done on P3 today, you were amazing" Carlos tells me and holds out his hand to shake. I giggle and shake it with my free hand, offering a big smile. I feel Daniels hand on my back and pats it.
"I mean no one has ever got P3 on their debut race, Ferrari are lucky to have you"
"You guys are like my role models, racing Riccardo and speedy Sainz" i laugh and throw my head back, remembering the names me and Lando gave them, back in school. Im sure he would just ignore me if he heard this right now, or he'd get mad at me, we used to have fun when we sat next to each other in maths, not really any other time, i kind of ignored him in school- but i cant be thinking about this right now.
"Hey Lando is up on the DJ decks if you want to join" Charles tells me from behind, and my mood drops. My brother Owen actually taught Lando how to DJ, when we were camping in France years ago. It would be drum and bass music for a week. Even though Owen would try and ignore me, Lando would always try and include me, he was always good at that- me? Not so much.
"Or you can come dance with me" he says, doing a little dance, i smile and decide to join Charles instead of Lando for obvious reasons. Charles doesn't know about mine and Landos history, well no one really does except for Kate and Max, other than that it just seems like we 'play fight' rather than actually kind if hating each other.
"Can we join?" ask Carlos and Daniel.
"No absolutely not" i say sarcastically, and they seem confused.
"Guys that was sarcastic" i yell, and they all start laughing.
"Before i join this dance circle im going to grab a drink, because i am not drunk enough to see these dance moves yet" i giggle, gesturing at Charles. He's always been a terrible dance.
I make my way over to the bar. Again. And sit down on one of the bar stools and order 3 more shots. Yea-im definitely not drunk enough yet. My eyes wander over to where the pounding music is coming from, and i see Lando with a girl wrapped around him, how pathetic. I mean we've only been here an hour. The Lando i used to know didn't even know how to speak to girls, let alone have one clung to him like a fucking sloth. I watch him as his eyes scan the crowd until finally, they fall on me. He doesnt look away and neither do i. Theres something in his eyes, not lust, not hate but confusion. This is harder than i thought, being in F1 with each other, bringing up all these unwanted memories. When we were really young, we would dream about what it would be like to be in F1 together, us in the same team, racing together-
'its funny how things turned out' i mutter under my breath as i look away.
After my shots im feeling more drunk- well, alot more drunk. I stumble through the bodies until i find Charles, and now a few more drivers. Charles seeming also drunk, puts a hand around my shoulder and whispers in my ear. But instead of listening to him, i find my eyes back on Lando, seeing him coming towards the group, the sloth still happily clung to him. I look at him and roll my eyes, seeing him with his hands around the girl.
For the rest of the evening i seem to talk to most of the drivers, the hard liquor giving me a false sense of confidence, and i avoid Lando as much as possible, not wanting say something i regret. I start to over heat and pat Charles on the shoulder.
"Oww"
"Shut up Charles, you wimp" i laugh "im just going to head out for some fresh air"
"You want me to come with you?" He asks, seeming concerned.
"No, don't worry, ill be back in seconds, you keep dancing queen" i tell him, smiling.
Charles leans in and whispers in my ear-
"You look beautiful tonight"
I look at Charles, and suddenly feel dizzy, but whether thats up to do with the heat or what Charles just said i don't know.
I walk out only to run into a body. I look up and laugh at the chances
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Fanfiction"She'll always be weak little Lizzie" Lando Norris and Lizzie Jones grew up together, going on holidays together, family get togethers and school. But they weren't friends, Lizzie chose to ignore Lando, deciding he was too nerdy. The two only ever c...
