Unreliable

5 - simulator

Trigger/Content Warnings: Stalking

Courtney's POV

I'm back home in Monaco until the Australian Grand Prix because Charles decided not to go to the Saudi Arabian GP because he was 'too tired'.  I still haven't planned anything about watching the race with him yet, because I'm lazy.

"Dana, come here!" I tap repeatedly on my lap as my dog jumps up and lies down on my lap. I start petting her hair as I get a text message from Charles.

Charlie
Hey, are you in Monaco?

Me
Yes! Why?

Want to come over? I'll send you my address.

Sure! I'm on my way.

What does Charles want now?

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As I knock on the door, I look at my watch as a distraction and I notice it's 17:45, 15 minutes before the start of qualifying.

Charles opens the door, wearing a Ferrari t-shirt with random jeans. I enter and admire his house. Wow, it is giant, like some other things he has...

"Welcome to my palace." He welcomes me by signalling me to the living room, where the TV is on and connected to F1 TV.

"Holy shit, this is giant. Why did you invite me?" I ask, sitting down on his sofa. 

"I wanted you to watch the quali with me. Y'know, spend some time together." He answers, sitting down on the sofa.

"Fair. Were you feeling lonely and just wanted someone to piss off?" I ask, grabbing a handful of peanuts from the small jar on the glass table.

"To piss someone off, I would've called Max... which I did and he's on his way." I look at him, raising my eyebrow.

"Max literally lives in the floor above mine." I stuff a peanut in my mouth and wash it down with a bit of water that I poured on a cup.

Max decided not to participate in this GP because he's 'sick'.

"Wait really?' I nod answering as Charles stays shocked. "You didn't tell me." I sigh.

"Charles, we've only been together for a few days now. We've got to go slowly in our relationship. Baby steps, got it?"

"Baby steps. Got it." He nods as he makes the volume on the TV higher so that we can hear the commentators' voices better.

Suddently, there's a knock on the door and Charles' gets up to answer. I look at the TV and I see Ollie covering for Charles and Isaac Hadjar covering for Max. 

"He-he-hey! How are you, Max?" Charles asks the young dutch guy as he hugs him tightly and pats him on the back.

"I'm great! How are you, Charles?" Charles releases from the hug and asks him to sit down on the sofa in the living room. 

I see Max and I just give him a nod and he nods back. He sits down on the other side of the sofa as Charles squeezes in the middle. The qualifying starts and we all sit back and judge everyone's driving. Fun!

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Qualifying ended and Ollie got pole position, while Carlos got second and Lando got third. Perez on the other hand, fucking DNFed on the first turn of the FIRST LAP. Formula 4 is calling.

Max gets up and leaves. 

"So, I guess we're here alone..." I look at him in the eye and I feel him getting 'excited'. "Do you have a racing simulator? Want to see if my skills are up to date." He smiles and gets up.