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(Chapter 12)

Carlos and Charles both laughed as a donor pops up saying 'damn these boys look fine' by {insertrandomuser} "thank you" they said in unison giggling like teenagers. they kept crashing into each other on the sim race "Carlosss! stop!" The Monegasque complained. "if this was a real race bloody hell Charles we'd be dead!" Carlos exclaimed looking over at the chat it was a whole 4 hour stream and ended around that mark. "Charles im going to bed." Carlos says clearly tired looking at the Monegasque. "Okay mate good night." Charles hugged Carlos and watched him go into his room.

Charles stayed up for another hour waiting for it to be 1am, or not really waiting just couldnt sleep, but he felt drowsy around 1 and went to his room to go to sleep.

Carlos woke up around 8am and went to make breakfast before his Monegasque teammate did, he was literally skin and bone! Carlos made Charles some fruit, while he ate his plain pancakes he heard small steps coming down to reveal a sleepy Charles. "i made you breakfast." the Spaniard pushed a plate of fruit and half a pancake towards Charles. "thank you Carlos.." the Spaniard just smiled and said. "anytime mate" he smiled as he watched Charles finish the half of pancake and slowly eat the fruit. Just in case it was true what Lando said around week ago about him throwing his food up he made sure to always be in the room with him.

"im proud of you mate.." Charles looked shocked to hear that but tightly wrapped his arms around Carlos. "that means so much.." Charles mumbles still grasping the Spaniard. "i know mate, im always here okay Charlie.? even reach out to others, even Max." Charles nods releasing Carlos and sitting by him. "is anyone else in Australia yet?" Carlos nods at the Monegasque's question. "im pretty sure Max and George are." Charles tensed at the Spaniards words, he knew if he invited just Max, Carlos would know something happened. "should we invite them over.?" Carlos asked Charles. "ill invite Max." he took out his phone and messages Max.

{charles}: 'Hey Max i heard of Carlos you were in Australia too want to head over to ours to watch a film or hang out?'
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Charles waited for his response as he was on read for a couple of minutes, he really hoped he could make it he didnt want to see George alone or with Carlos.

{max}: Sure, where are you both staying?

{charles}: the hotel by the track room 042 and George is coming too i didnt want to just invite you cause Carlos would know something was wrong.

{max}: ill make sure he doesnt touch you.

{charles}: thank you Max.
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"So can George make it Carlos?" Charles asked nervously but tried his hardest to cover it. "yeah he is." Charles nodded at the Spaniard. "Max can make it too." Carlos pulls a thumbs up and ruffles Charles's hair "oi!!" Charles yelled swatting his hand away from his hair while Carlos was laughing his head off. there was a knock on the door and Carlos got up and opened it to let the British and Dutchman in.

they all sat down together in the living room of the hotel. "should we watch a film?" Carlos asked everyone. The Monegasque nods, Max said 'yeah' and George said he 'didnt mind'.