THE END | Oscar Piastri

65. ours

Oscar's pov

There were piles of boxes from my old flat in England and her old flat in New York combined in our new Monaco apartment. I was in the living room putting together the television stand. Savannah was unpacking her clothes and hanging them up in the closet.

"Ugh this is so stupid! I'll sleep on the floor!" Savannah's frustrated yells are followed by the sounds of wooden planks clanking together. "Sav... you alright?" I call out, but receive no response.

Cautiously, I approach the room. I find her on the floor, surrounded by the pieces of the bed frame. She looks up at me with a frown and sad eyes. "Sweetheart, I told you I would do that." I tell her softly, crouching down beside her.

Her eyes pan to the boards lying on the ground, then meet mine again. "I know but..." she scoffs a sigh. "You're putting everything else together. I just wanted to make your life easier."

I feel the muscles of my face pull at the seams of my lips, tightening into a smile. "And you can do that without stressing yourself out."

She draws her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it. She nods. "I can help you with this?" I offer, which earns me a smile out of her.

She picks up the little booklet of directions. "Okay it says piece B..." she picks up one of the wooden boards. "Goes with piece C, and side B1 goes with side C1." She picks up another board, examining the both of them. I turn them so the correct sides line up.

She continues to read me the directions, I find the pieces and she holds them into place while I drill them together. She's smiling with her tongue between her teeth in concentration.

Once I put the last screw in the frame, she cheers. "Eek! We did it!" It was something so simple, and yet it made her so happy.

"Charles texted me earlier. Do you want to go play paddle with him and Max? It'll give us a bit of a break."

She thinks about it. "I'm not very athletic, Os."

I wave off her worries. "It's just a little fun. They won't care."

They did care, a little. Especially when we rotated teams halfway through and Charles and Max switched, putting Charles on a team with Sav.

Charles was very competitive and every time she missed the ball by centimeters or sent it into the net, he would complain of losing before instantly apologizing to Savannah. He did that over and over until we switched a final time.

Sav and I were now on the same team. She'd gotten the hang of it and wasn't doing so bad now. One of Max's hits barreled right toward her at top speed, and she hit it back at them equally as hard. Charles missed the ball by a hair, giving me and her a point.

She threw her hands up with a cheer. "Ah! I did that! Who sucks now, Charlie?" He laughs at her attempt to trash talk.

With a new sense of confidence, she was actually bringing a challenge to Max and Charles. Albeit, they still won but it wasn't by a landslide like we all probably thought it would be.

"You've got a little bit of athleticism in you." I squeeze her side, and she jumps away. "No I think that was just me being overly competitive." She laughs.

"I'm going to give Charles his Paddle back." She bumps my shoulder with hers before walking off in the direction of the man.

The expected quick exchange didn't happen. There was a conversation along with it, words I couldn't hear but Charles expression I could read. Savannah says something that makes his eyes bug out. He cracks a smile and nods.

Her body turns back to me, and she skips back to where I'm sitting, a smile beaming on her face. "Whats that all about, huh?" She throws my bag over her shoulder, grabbing my hand. I take it right off her shoulder.