𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡, ollie bearman

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡, nerves

          MANY EXAMS AND STRESS filled days later, the semester finally came to an end. Angie had never been so happy in her life.

Angie had made it through her exams with blood, sweat, and tears. She still wasn't really sure how she had survived it. Much less how she had survived it with her grades intact.

She'd almost dropped down to a B average in English, all because her stupid teacher took points off her grammar, all because she used an Oxford comma. Angie had complained to Antonio, who had then complained to the school principal, who had then reprimanded Angie's English teacher and gotten her to raise Angie's grade. She hadn't been happy about it, but she had done it, and Angie had gotten her A.

A few days after the semester ended, Angie was on a flight to Geneva. She'd spent the last few days absolutely rotting in her bed, binging the rest of Breaking Bad, crocheting like crazy, and just calling Ollie. She was honestly more excited to see him than she had ever been for anything, pretty much in her whole entire life.

Angie arrived in Geneva the morning of the 17, about three days after school had come to an end. She'd been picked up at the airport by her father, who had welcomed her with a warm hug and a steaming latte in his hands. She was always a grouch after plane rides, and coffee was the perfect cure.

It had been months since Angie had last seen her father in person. Not since the last summer. It had almost always been that way, at least since Angie's sisters had been born. Before then, it had been slightly better, but not by much. Angie lover her father, more than she loved almost anyone, and she was convinced that he was the best father in the whole wide world, but she did wish he was a bit more present.

Growing up, he would visit her in New York, at least twice a year, in between his races. And he would fly her out to races as well. But as Angie got older and her school got more serious, she went to less and less Grand Prix. When Mathilda and Emilie were born, Seb suddenly had even less time to go see Angie in New York. She was a teenager, and they were young girls. They simply needed him more than she did, and Angie knew that. She wasn't bitter about it. But it still sucked.

Sometimes, Angie couldn't help but get upset over her father's retirement. He had retired to be more present in his kids' lives. He had retired so he wouldn't miss any more of their milestones, or dance recitals, or school plays. But he had already missed all of Angie's. Maybe it was pathetic, being jealous of literal children, but Angie couldn't really help it. She loved her sisters, to the moon and back a billion times, but she was jealous of them.

But Angie didn't want to think about all that. She was with her father, she had the next two weeks to spend with him. She wasn't going to waste it by being upset. She had a father who loved her, who cared about her, and was always just a phone call away. She knew how lucky she was.

For all that her dad had missed, he had made up for it tenfold by simply being himself. By loving Angie and by doing his best. And Angie did know that he was doing his best. Raising two young girls while your teenage daughter lives on the other side of the world is not an easy task, but Seb really tried. Maybe he didn't see Angie enough, and maybe their calls were always cut short by some tantrum from Mathilda or question from Emilie, but Seb did try.

Angie didn't want to make her father's life more difficult than it already was. She knew that if he knew even an inkling of how Angie was feeling, he would feel awful. He would beat himself up about it for the rest of his life. Angie had no desire to do that to him.

She really did love her dad.

She swore to herself, that for the next two weeks she had with him (except for when Ollie was there), she was going to make the most of it.