𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, Marc and Cece have been best friends since they could remember.
But what happens when people start to question whether "just best friends" should really act the way the two are acting?
What happens...
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Cece loved watching her childhood best friend get a podium. Even after 8 world champion titles it never got old for her.
She was still worried before each race, always making sure to give Marc a good luck kiss on his helmet before he left the garage.
For them it was natural, It was their thing, and if people didn't know those two better they'd assume they were a couple.
She watched him raise his golden trophy to the air and then search the crowd of people who were standing and cheering in front of the podium for Cece. As soon as he spotted her he gave her a wink and she laughed clapping her hands and waiting for the familiar Spanish anthem to play.
When the anthem was played and everyone was soaked in champagne it was time to get ready for the post-race interviews.
"Where is Cece?" Marc asked one of his mechanics as soon as he entered the Gresini garage.
The mechanic already expecting the question just pointed towards Marc's driver's room and Marc thanked him and made his way to the room
"Congratulations Marc, you deserve this, like always," Cece congratulated him as he pulled her into a tight hug.
"Thank you cariño," he whispered into her ear and they let go.
"You really scared me towards the end of the race on that third corner," Cece laughed now relieved after the race.
"Yeah that was a close one," Marc laughs with her brushing off the situation and walking to his wardrobe taking out some normal clothes to change into.
Cece immediately getting the sign turned around giving him privacy so he could change.
"We are going to celebrate tonight," Marc spoke still thrilled about his today's win. "Okay, you can turn around now," he adds and Cece turned around and smiled.
Cece and Marc were a chaotic and inseparable duo. If one of them didn't pick up their phone, they called the other person, if there were some troubles it was most likely that Marc and Cece were the cause of it.
And when both got drunk? It was game over. Together they were unstoppable being able to party until the sun rose up.
All there was left to do was the post-race interviews and then they could go to their hotel and prepare for the party.
"Will you drive me to the hotel or will I call myself a taxi?" Cece asked sitting on a dark blue leather sofa that was right next to the door of his driver's room.
"I will take you, I just need to get done with the media," he replied giving her an apologetic smile.
"No worries, I can wait," Cece smiled having no problem in waiting for her best friend. She loved being at the track, there was something about the atmosphere that was so unique that she was unable to describe it.
