Baby, just say ... yes? | Landoscar <3

Mastermind

Singapore Grand Prix - part 1

Landos pov:

After two weeks we were still faced with the same question of what to do. Getting evidence is hard when it’s not race weekend so the last week just consisted of me calling Oscar while we were both home, apart from the other. I didn’t like being away from him but I also wasn’t able to talk about the fight we had before he kissed me. Thus it would have been strange asking him to stay with me even though it was exactly what I wanted.

Instead we made a list of who was in the garage during the "Hickey-gate“ (I was the one who came up with that name, of course). And on media day we began to search through their things which might be illegal and stupid at the same time but our only way of finding proof, for example the phone they used to threaten Oscar, without having to confront anybody and outing ourselfs (again).

The only problem was that there were always people in the garage and the room where the staff left their personal things. But Osc and I had a plan: After qualifying P4 there was a good chance I would stand on the podium and the whole team would celebrate with me. Unfortunately Oscar would start P17 because Stroll crashed at the end of Q1 causing my dear teammate to abort his last fast lap.

A podium will be unlikely but he has enough time after a few interviews to look around the garage and hopefully find something while everyone is distracted with the celebrations. And since Alex and Logan were now part of our little team, we would get Logans help keeping watch at the McLaren garage and telling Oscar if someone comes back whereas Alex would find a creative excuse for Logans media responsibilities at Williams.

There was just one thing I had to do before the plan could be put into action: I had to ensure Oscar would survive the race. So I made my way to Carlos to talk to him.

"Ah amigo, how are you?“, he welcomed me as I stood in front of the Ferrari hospitality. I smiled at him, "Good but even better if you would stop attacking my teammate“, I said jokingly but with a serious undertone.

"Who? The aussie kid? I would never do such a thing.“ He tried to sound genuine but couldn’t hide is cheeky smile. I raised an eyebrow, daring him to say the truth.

"Okay okay I’ll stop, I just saw how sad you were because of him and everytime I met Oscar on track I remembered your face and got angry, I couldn’t help myself. Is he still a cunt or did you make up again?“

I laughed at the way he quoted what I said after Oscar broke up with me. "No cunts around here, no worries. And yes we talked about … some things that were the problem in the first place and now … we’re on good terms.“

"That’s good to hear, I was wondering what could’ve been the problem anyway, I mean you were together for, like what? 5 minutes?“, Carlos stopped for a second and cleared his throat. "And if I’m allowed to ask, is he your boyfriend now?“, he asked as if we were still teenagers in high school. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You can ask if you’re also able to shut up about it and don’t get on my nerves like with this whole bet-thing“, I looked on my watch and noticed that the drivers parade was about to start, "You’ll get the answer after the race, bye.“ He shouted something in spanish after me  but I couldn’t hear it. As I reached the McLaren hospitality I already saw Oscar – my Osc – waiting for me. He was the prize for finally finding this damn blackmailer and I will do anything to achieve that.

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Oscars pov:

I’m very disappointed with my qualifying result. Although it was mainly caused by bad luck I feel like my performance is worse again, I didn’t even get in the points in Monza. And after nearly standing on the podium in Silverstone and Hungary that just hurts, seems like my time hasn’t come yet even though I was so sure it has.