Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

88: You'll be screaming

Sunday, after the race.

Luciana's point of view

Sienna and I are running towards the podium, I don't see Charles' car yet.

'Come on, Sien!', I yell.

Being on time for the cars to arrive is always tricky.

'I'm running as fast as I can', she pants.

'Over here!', my father yells as he notices us. Sienna follows me as we push ourselves through the fans towards my father.

'Good god, it's busy here', I sigh.

'Ferrari is on the podium, of course, it is busy', my father laughs.

Sienna and I talk to some of the engineers, but our conversation gets disturbed by loud engines.

Charles places his car at the P3 board, Maeve places her at the P2 board.

Charles walks to his engineers and hugs them, they congratulate him on the podium.

Then he spots me, his eyes sparkling.

'I did good, huh?', Charles says.

'Very good', I smile. 'You are my favorite male driver in the whole world'.

'I noticed you said male... I should fight Maeve', he jokes.

'Bien joué!', Sienna says to Charles, she pulls him in for a hug.

'Forza Ferrari', Charles says to her. 'I'm sorry it wasn't your brother, Sien'.

'A Ferrari podium is a Ferrari podium, I'm happy for you, you deserve it', she tells him.

I look over at Maeve who is waiting for her team to stop hugging Max, he jumps into them.

Maeve's point of view

'Come in here, Vettel!', Max laughs and he grabs my arm.

His hand gently pushes me closer to him and the crew, helping me share his victory.

'You did amazing', I tell Max. 'Truly'.

'Thank you, Maeve. You weren't that bad yourself'.

He moves his mouth to my ear.

As he whispers the words goosebumps fill my skin.

'Does this mean I'm getting lucky tonight?'

'I'm so proud of you!', As soon as I step into the garage my mother's arms are around my body.

'Thank you, Mama'.

'You did amazing, sweetheart. Truly amazing, wow you were so good!', she smiles.

'She doesn't know what she's talking about...', My father walks up to me. 'But she is right, you were great'.

'Thank you, Dad', I hug him. 'It means a lot'.

He holds me close and kisses my head. 'You are my favorite daughter'.

'That's an easy thing to say for someone who only has one', I say.

'But you'll always be my favorite'.

Sienna's point of view

'Great job, gummy bear', I walk into the garage and hug my brother.

'Don't ever call me that again', he whispers.

'Don't call me Esperanza and I'll stop', I smirk.

'Alright, call me gummy bear'.