Romeo and Juliet || Carlos Sainz

What the hell are we?

Y/n immediately got out of Carlos's arms and put her shirt back on. She wanted to die at that very moment. The barred eyes fixed on her by Pierre and Kika were four sharp blades piercing her soul. Y/n felt embarrassed like never before. The scene was totally out of context and totally misleading but neither she nor Carlos could utter a word to justify themselves, making it all the more embarrassing. Carlos and Y/n took the stairs but in two different directions. He went down to the ground floor to run towards the track, Y/n returned to the room to lock herself in there forever, it would have been less painful.

*CHARLES POV*

Strangely, Y/n was not with them for breakfast that morning, she was probably tired and for that reason Charles did not want to call or disturb her, she would come to the circuit whenever she wanted.
Charles was down in the garage, but he was relaxing a bit sitting by his car looking at his mobile phone when a message came to him from Pierre. He read it quickly and his heart stopped for a moment. It was not possible, what the fuck.

Charles blocked the phone and felt a sense of jealousy he never thought he would feel. Maybe, after all, a feeling for Y/n beyond friendship existed. It existed, indeed. A few minutes passed in which Charles switched off his brain, stared into space and was unaware of the people around him until Pierre himself approached.

He stood at Charles' feet, waiting for his friend to notice him, but Charles was as if in trance.
"Hey man" he said. Charles suddenly aroused and responded to Pierre's greeting.

*this conversation took place in French*

"Do you want to go for a walk?" proposed Pierre to his friend.
"Did you really see them?" was Charles' reply. Pierre nodded, he felt terribly embarrassed, so he sat down on the floor next to him, the noise of the mechanics hiding their talk.
"How are you?" asked Pierre looking at him. Charles stared blankly but Pierre saw his eyes glaze over for a second.
"...worse than I expected" Charles replied with a bitter smile. "You know I was confused about this whole thing with Y/n" Pierre nodded following his speech "but she's clearly not over him"
Pierre squeezed Charles' shoulder tightly to show his closeness, then Charles resumed speaking "maybe if I hadn't been so absent we would be together" he thought back to all those times this relationship had suddenly made him apathetic and cold towards Y/n. He had not known how to behave, everything had become strange and he had not been able to handle it well, it was obvious.

"Are you giving up on her?" Pierre thought he had fucked up telling him, he liked Y/n together with Charles and now he felt guilty.
Charles took a deep breath "I don't know, maybe I'm just her best friend"
"She still owes you an explanation, at least..."
Charles nodded and the two looked into each other's eyes.
"I'm here if you need me, man" Pierre wished he could erase that image from his mind, he would rather not have seen anything than to have had to tell his friend everything, but he couldn't keep quiet, he loved Charles too much not to.

The two got up from the ground and Pierre returned to the Alpine's pits, while Charles went to the back of the Ferrari pits to get some air. But it was short-lived because he saw from a distance Carlos heading in his direction. Charles briefly thought of punching him in the face but restrained himself until they were close.
"Good morning, Charles" Carlos acted as if nothing had happened. Did he really hope Pierre wouldn't tell Charles?
"Leave me alone, Carlos" Charles made a huge effort, clenched his right fist but then calmed down and moved away from Carlos.
"Hey, everything okay?" Really Carlos? is that really what you want to do? Torment Charles?
"I don't want to talk right now, just go away"
"Why?" bad move, Sainz. Not so smooth this time.

"I know what you and Y/n did" Charles glared at him. He wouldn't have looked down even if he had been shot. Carlos' blood froze but he continued to play dumb.
"What?"
"Naked in the lift, does that ring a bell? Pierre told me everything."
Carlos was a statue of salt in front of his teammate.
"We got stuck in the lift and were trying to get out" Carlos' eyes were wide. Pierre had blurted out what he had seen, too bad it wasn't the truth, more or less.
"It's okay, Carlos. I knew it would happen sooner or later, you don't need to try to exonerate yourself."
"Come on, Charles. Don't say that" Carlos was trying to defend himself "I would never do that to you...did you talk to Y/n?"
"Not yet, I don't even know if I want to at this point"
"Talk to her, please, it's not what it looks like! Pierre misrepresented the scene he saw, I swear"

Charles looked Carlos in the eyes. God, how he wanted to smash his face in that moment. But he didn't. He walked away from there without saying a word, but finally threw a punch, at a billboard nearby. He dropped it to the ground, creating a hole in the center of the panel. Then he looked at it and pulled it up putting it back.

"Everything okay, Charles?" Charles turned sharply and saw Max who had probably witnessed the punch.
Charles turned to look at the panel, then turned back to Max "sort of..."
"How's it going with Y/n?" he was dying to ask, but perhaps that was not the right time.
"Why do you ask?" Charles was getting annoyed, after all he wanted a moment alone with his thoughts, but it seemed impossible that day.
"Well, about the elevator thing," perhaps he had talked too much
"I...how do you know about the elevator?" Blood rose to his eyes. By now it was public knowledge and he felt he was being taken for a ride by the whole paddock.
"Everybody's talking about it, man" by now Max felt the damage had been done. Charles remained silent, then blurted out.
"I don't want to ruin our relationship, Max" he really restrained himself. He didn't know where all that calm came from either.
"You need to talk to her as soon as possible, or you'll lose her like I did" Max tried to right the wrong, giving Charles unsolicited advice.

The two took opposite paths and when Charles felt isolated enough from everyone he sat down on the ground but the peace was short-lived because he caught Y/n. He stood up sharply for a second, his head was spinning. Then he headed toward her.
"We need to talk" he told her in a cold, quick tone. Y/n nodded, she knew what was going to happen soon.
They both entered his restroom and Charles closed the door as soon as Y/n was also inside.
They were silent for a while, then finally Charles began to speak.
"I don't know where to start, to be honest."
Y/n was petrified.
"I need you to be completely honest with me" he took a breath and then said "do you still want him?" 
"what?" Y/n did not know what to answer
"Carlos. Do you still have feelings for him? Pierre told me what he saw in the elevator" he felt like throwing up waiting for a response from Y/n.
"Whatever Pierre told you, it's not true. We were..."
"I know what you want to tell me, but I need to hear from you if you still like him."
"No, Cha. I like you..."
"It's okay if you're still into him."
"I told you I'm not! But you seem to want me to say that."
"I just want to make sure" he felt attacked
"Do you like me, Cha?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because you don't seem to like me" tears came to her eyes. "You are distant, cold. As if you suddenly turned away from me after the night in the yacht. You seem to be avoiding me, not asking me about my father, booking two separate rooms, not speaking to me anymore. We seemed closer when we were best friends than now." It all came pouring out of her, as if she actually kept these words hidden inside her for too long. Charles remained silent, then looking down he answered her.

"Of course I like you."
"Then what the hell are we?"
"...we are two best friends who like each other."
"Does that mean we are a couple?"
"Well yes...our friendship won't change, right?"
"You are so obsessed with losing our friendship that you are ruining it. You and I will always be best friends, but you just act normal, okay?"

Charles looked into her eyes. Suddenly he was enraptured by her beauty; he was so terrified of losing her that he was really losing her. They smiled, then he walked over to her, took her face and gave her a gentle kiss. Then he broke away to look into her eyes, kissed her again, took her in his arms and laid her down on his bed. He locked the door, took off his shirt and stood over her. They undressed and she opened her legs. They smiled again.
"I had missed you, ma princesse" he said, biting and kissing her neck gently. With both hands he encircled her torso and kissed her all over, then entered her and trying not to make a sound, they both moaned with pleasure. Charles punched the wall above him and laughed thinking about that poor sign out there.

They left the room half an hour later, just before the sprint, which Charles won.
Once out of the car he ran to his mechanics and seeing her there, smiling for him...he walked up to her, took her face and kissed her in front of everyone to shut all the gossip.