Formula 1 | One Shots

Dangerously Blurred Lines | Charles Leclerc

Author's Note: god i'm so single bro

Done in 3rd person POV
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Soleil woke up to a ruffling sound coming from her kitchen. She lived alone and was immediately alarmed that someone had broken into her apartment. Not event thinking she grabbed anything she could find to attack the intruder. Soleil was 5"5 and petite, but her angsty confidence made up for that. She grabbed a lamp from her nightstand and tiptoed to the kitchen.

Someone in a hoodie was standing in front of her fridge, looking inside of it and just as she was about to smash the lamp on his head, the figure turned around and they both screamed.

"Soleil what the fuck are you doing, mon dieu!!"

"Charles what am I doing??? What are you doing? I gave you my apartment key for emergencies!!!"

"This is an emergency, I'm out of milk and decided to raid your fridge. I'm leaving to Silverstone in 2 days and don't want to buy groceries."  

"For fucks sake, how are we friends."

"You love me...anyways get changed I'm taking us out for breakfast since it seems you only have boring oatmeal and fruit."

Soleil scoffed but did as she was told. She loved the time she got to spend with Charles whenever he was home in between races. The two had grown up together, the best of friends. Their moms were best friends growing up, translating in them two being close. Funny enough now that they were adults, they lived in the same building, 2 floors apart. 

Charles waited for her to change out of her pajamas and freshen up before they headed up. They opted to walk to a local cafe, rather than drive. Whenever Charles took his cars out, the entire city would swarm him. With walking, people respected his space more and allowed him to get to where he needed.

Charles and Soleil walked arm in arm down the streets to a cafe they frequented. It was still early enough that no one had recognized him, plus he was sporting a hoodie and his classic ray bans. The media finally gave up on trying to convince people they were a couple. All of Charles' fans knew that Soleil was his childhood friend.

They were hysterical laughing at some tweet Charles was showing Soleil as they entered the cafe. "Ahh Monaco's favorite devil duo, shall I get you both the usual?" the elder shop owner called out. 

"Oui, merci Eleanor!" Charles said while taking his card out to pay. Despite always protesting and having plenty of money herself, Charles never allowed Soleil to pay for anything when they were together. 

They picked out a corner booth while they waited for their drinks and meals. Charles was filling Soleil in on all the latest grade gossip and silly season. Soleil loved keeping up with silly season, especially with the wild rumors of where drivers would go the following year. She was glad Charles didn't have to worry for a few years, even though she had a bone to pick with Ferrari for the past few races. She may or may not have nearly broken her TV watching the Canadian GP.

Eleanor brought over their orders to the table. Everytime they came to this cafe, they'd order the same thing as each other. Two iced vanilla lattes WITH OATMILK and 2 avocados toasts with egg. The pair were really two peas in a pod. They had a lot in common. 

"Soooo I didn't only come over to steal food from you, but there's this APM Monaco brand party tonight at Jimmy Z's and I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me."

"Is THEEEE Shawl Eclair dateless again? I'll only go if you admit I was your first choice and you didn't ask anyone else. And you're gonna help me pick out a new dress to wear after this. "