Unchained Melody (Daniel Ricciardo)

Fun times ahead

"Hey blondie, congrats!" Mark pulls Ayla in a tight hug after the whole graduation ceremony is done.
"Thanks Mark, but I can't breathe." Ayla laughs as she struggles to escape the Red Bull driver's grip.
Before letting go of her he gives her another squeeze, making even more air getting pushed out of her lungs.

Pretending to be gasping for air she puts her hand on her chest. She can't hold a straight face for long though and manages to duck away when Mark wants to ruffle her hair.
"Not my hair dickhead! I have a party to go to later." She punches his chest as they continue their playful banter.

"Such rude language coming from such a pretty girl. Are you even old enough to go to parties?" Mark jokes, rubbing his chest. For a petite girl like her she can definitely throw a punch. He knows that she sometimes joins Seb in the gym when she is at a race weekend which could explain her strong right hook.

"I'm not that pretty and you keep forgetting I'm Dutch. We are direct and to the point. You should be used to that by now." She crosses her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up.
Mark quickly glances down at the cleavage she is showing, but manages to look back up her face within a second.

Ayla has clearly seen him get distracted for a moment as she pulls up one corner of her mouth in a smirk.
Mark really has to remind himself that she is almost half his age and he would obviously never even consider to try anything with her. She has just grown into a stunning young woman and he is still a guy who can appreciate beautiful women.

"Are you two done? I would like to congratulate Ayla as well." Seb nudges Mark to the side and wraps his arms around Ayla. He is a lot more gentle than his Australian team mate and Ayla enjoys the feeling of being held against his strong body. Amy's words going through her head.

Sure Seb is incredibly handsome and fit. Still she just couldn't imagine seeing him in a different way than her dear friend and brother from another mother.

"I'm so proud of you Ayla. You sounded like an angel up there." He gives her a sweet kiss on the top of her head. He is only five centimeters taller than her, but he still likes to pretend it's more by making little gestures like these.

"Thanks Seb. I didn't expect the three of you here. Aren't you supposed to be driving those historical cars tomorrow?" She asks him after he lets go of her.
"We are, but I wouldn't miss this for the world and Mark wanted to come as well." He answers.

"Did you really think I wouldn't be here for this?" Christian steps forward, also giving Ayla a tight hug.
"Thank you Christian. It means a lot, especially because I know how busy you must be. I'm looking forward to seeing those cars tomorrow."
"It will be awesome. And I heard you were coming to the party tomorrow night?" He asks her.

"Of course. As if I would miss a F1 party. Free drinks and cute guys. What else can I ask for?" She teases Christian who looks a bit worried.
"Don't say that. Your dad isn't too happy about you coming. So please don't let him hear you saying stuff like that."

Christian knows how protective Robert is over his daughter. He can't blame him, Ayla is very beautiful. She went from this scrawny, little girl with pigtails and braces, to a stunning young woman.

"Dad can get over himself. I'm not a child anymore. If I want to go to a party and have a couple of drinks, I can."
"Of course you can. I'm sure you'll have a great time and so does your father. We know you're a sensible, smart girl." Her mom says as they approach the small group.

Bianca has her arm hooked in Robert's and she seems to need that support to be able to walk normally.
"Are you ok mom?" Ayla asks her a bit worried.
Her mom smiles reassuringly.
"Of course. I'm just a bit tired. Your dad and I will be heading home. You and Amy are going to stay here for the party right?" Bianca asks her daughter.