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LANDO NORRIS
4
I'm running around the paddock, trying to find Oscar so we can film a video that Paul INSISTS we do.
I finally see him outside of the Red Bull garage, standing in the hallway.
"What are you doing?" I'm out of breath when I reach him, he turns around in jeans and a hoodie.
"Waiting for the love of your life." He puts his phone in my pocket.
"Wellsie isn't the love of m-"
He laughs, "I was talking about your footballer boyfriend. Jose Costa is here today."
I pull my lips into a thin line, "Oh. Oh yeah! I can't believe Wells got him to come." Caroline and I spent the night together again, but in a weirdly wholesome way with sweets and TV.
Oscar tilts his head a bit, "She didn't have to try very hard, he asked her out. Plus we're going to his game."
"What? His game? Wait, he asked her out?" My head is in a lot of places right now.
"Yeah I thought you knew. I got an invite but i'm not sure how many people she can bring-"
The RedBull door opens and Caroline steps into the hall with Jose Costa behind her. He's tall and tanned and has his hand around Caroline's waist. He's wearing a dior shirt and a RedBull cap.
He moves his hand off her when he shakes Oscar's hand, "Really cool to meet you!" My teammate grins up at the footballer.
"And this is your biggest fan!" Caroline teases while Jose shakes my own hand.
"Lando." I nod, his grip is strong.
"I'm Jose! I know who you guys are!" He laughs and Caroline touches his arm.
"We've gotta run- media and all..." She says this while looking at him but addressing Osc and I.
"Right, Us too." I nod.
"I'll see you guys later?" We both nod and leave as they turn in the opposite direction.
"So? Was it everything you'd hope it to be?" Oscar nudges me and I frown.
"I hate him."
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"Fucking- Fuck!" I drive around Lewis, "Come on..." I'm chasing Caroline at this point.
"You can push, Lando!" my engineer says over my radio.
"Obviously I am!" I yell back, trying to come up with a way to beat her.
I said once that I wouldn't beat Caroline in a speed race twice, I wasn't lying.
The thing is, Caroline doesn't make mistakes. So the whole beating her when I'm P2 is almost impossible. I wish I could radio her, I'm so good at knocking her off her game off track but I can't even get her to flinch on track.
"Come on!" I try to get around her but she's too quick, snaking in front of me, "Fuck, Wellsie..."
I watch her pass the checkered flag and sigh, "That's P2, Lando."
"Yeah, I got that! I should have Fucking won." I don't mean to yell but I should have fucking won! I got in front of her two times because of track mistakes but she always bounces back.
We do the podium, the champagne, going through the steps. Caroline smiles so bright and I can't even get myself to do the champagne pop.
I end up in the media pen, "We've been discussing your radios." the man says to me as I breathe in deep. "Do you really think you should have won?"
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Fanfiction"You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face." ⋆ ˚‧｡⋆ In which two F1 drivers despise eachother. But how different are love and hate... really? loosely based on the song gorgeous by taylor swift because it's hot :)
