[FANFICTION]
❛❛ I've loved you for longer than I even realized,❜❜
In her debut Formula 1 season with childhood friend Lando Norris, Blake Voss is thrust into a whirlwind of emotions, balancing the exhilarating demands of racing with the complexities...
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The soft, artificial glow of my computer screen is the only thing lighting up the dim room. I settle back into my chair, controller in hand, ready for a low-key evening of gaming. The hum of the stream, my usual audience already trickling in, fills the air. The chatter in the chat is already buzzing, the familiar rhythm of their messages flying by like a blur. The usual banter, the occasional question about my strategy, a few requests for tips here and there—everything's just as it should be.
But, of course, as always happens when you least expect it, my game crashes.
"Perfect," I mutter under my breath, pausing the game as I wait for it to reload. It's an odd calm moment, the usual barrage of gaming sounds now replaced by the gentle hum of the machine. And then, the thought strikes me. The chat's already going wild, suggesting I call up some of the drivers. They've been asking for it all evening.
"Alright, alright," I say, a grin spreading across my face as I scroll through my contacts. "Shall I call Max and see what kind of tips he's got for me?" I glance at the chat for a moment, the messages flying faster than I can read them. Of course, they're all pushing for it too.
I press the call button and hold the phone to my ear, the seconds stretching into what feels like an eternity before the line picks up.
"Hello, Max!" I say, trying to sound casual, though I can't help but feel a little bit of that nervous excitement creeping in. It's Max Verstappen, after all.
"Hey, mate, how's it going?" he replies. I can practically hear the casualness in his voice, like he's just sitting there, relaxed, probably in his living room.
"Uh, not great," I admit, sighing dramatically. "Qualifying didn't go well. My game crashed, so I'm starting dead last." The chat's already going crazy with reactions, and I can't help but chuckle at their excitement. "So, my chat wanted me to ask you for some tips. Got any?" I say, making sure to sound as nonchalant as possible.
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