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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"Are you ready yet?" Cece hears Marc's voice from behind her hotel room's door.
"Not yet but- uh fuck!" She exclaims angrily cursing her stupid dress.
"Just come in," She sighs trying to calm herself down. Being angry won't help her zip up her dress she kept repeating to herself.
Cece hears the door open and Marc walks in immediately noticing Cece struggling with her zipper.
He walks up to her "can i?" He offers and she agrees brushing her hair from her back to give him better access to the zipper on the back of her dress.
He easily zips the dress up and Cece thanks him.
She quickly walks to the bedroom, takes her purse from the bed and slides it over her shoulder.
"Okay I'm ready," she announces and rushes back to Marc who is patiently waiting for her in the living room leaning with his back against the wall.
He smiles when he sees her and they both finally leave the hotel ready to get the party started.
They decide to take a taxi because they already know that neither of them will be sober enough to drive after the party.
After all, it's not every day that you win the Mugello Grand Prix.
As soon as they arrive at the party a loud applause is heard for Marc with Cece also joining and clapping her hands for her best friend.
Everyone was enjoying the party, and the whole Gresini garage was thrilled about the victory.
"I will go get us some drinks," Cece yells towards Marc in order to be heard through the loud music.
She goes to the bar leaning against it. "Can I get two mojitos please?" She asks the barman and he nods taking out two glasses to prepare them their drinks.
"What is such a nice girl doing here alone?" A tall probably already tipsy blond guy sits on a chair next to Cece. It "I'm not here alone," she replies not particularly interested in talking with him.
The guy pretends to look around "I don't see anyone around," he smirks taking a sip from his glass.
She rolls her eyes not even bothering to reply.
"So you are a quiet one huh?" The guy starts touching her hair and Cece immediately pushes his hand away disgusted. Is he seriously not getting the signs?
