The Secret of Us // Oscar Piastri

02

"Me and Lando have known you for years. Like since you were a kid, man. I can't believe we've never met your sister." Alex said to George, sat beside him and Lando in the VIP section of a concert hall.

Th venue wasn't far from their hotel, but it still took them a while to get there as there was an argument about who was driving. Lando wouldn't back down, which meant it was him who drove. However, there was then an argument over how Lando drove which made him, on serval occasions, pull the car over and refuse to drive. After a long journey and lots of bickering, they finally made it and were able to skip the huge que out front and be shown to their seats; which turned out to be leather sofas.

"She was always in American with our uncle, and I was always travelling for karting and then the formulas. So, we only saw each-other a few times a year. Even less now because we're both always flying all over the world. This is the first time we've ever been in the same country at the same time if you discount England, never-mind city."  George said, making Alex feel bad for him. Alex grew up always being surrounded by his siblings and he couldn't imagine it any other way. The stage was right in front of them, they were on a balcony that made it so they could see everything. There was a support act playing, but they weren't paying much attention to the band.

"I still can't believe I've never heard her sing, if she's opened for Taylor. Oscar doesn't even really like music and he's heard of her." Lando said, a non-alcoholic beer in his hand. "Well, you didn't even know she was a singer...." Alex added. "Yeah, how come you never mentioned that?" Lando asked George. "I tell you about my sister's horse riding, and that's boring."

George shrugged. "I didn't want you to think she was cooler than me." He said nonchalantly, as if it was normal to hide your sister's passion, and then occupation, from your friends for around 12 years because you feared her being cooler than you.

"George, my dog is cooler than you. I'd even say Oscar." Lando said, making Alex chuckle and then
add, "Who is late by the way." Which made Lando looked around the VIP area.

"Max, Carlos and Charles aren't here either." Lando said looking, confused at George and Alex.

"Are they ever on time?" Alex asked. "No." George said. "Which is why I told them an earlier time and they are still late." He huffed.

"Did you do with that us too? Alex asked. "I thought we got here early for how Lando drove." George was away to answer when Lando's voice near shattered his eardrums. "How I drove?! He yelled, face near red. Alex bit his lip to not smirk, while George just let his grin show. "It was how you two behaved!"

"Ah Lando," A monegasque voice called from the stairs of the VIP section. "shush." He continued. "I could hear you from down there." He patted Lando on the shoulder and then planted himself down onto the other leather sofa that was beside the one the three boys sat on. Only seconds passed before Max and Carlos came up the stairs, falling onto the leather sofa beside Charles.

"Did you see that people camped outside?" Max asked the group, not being able to believe it.

"Yeah, I kind of stood on a tent getting in." Oscar said, making the six drivers jump at the Australian's sudden appearance. "What?" Max asked him. "When I was coming in, I kept getting pushed by all these teenage girls, and one of them pushed me into a tent." Oscar said, panting as he took a seat beside Lando.

Lando inched away from him, scrunching up his face in disgust at the sweat pouring off of him. "Is that why you're dripping in sweat?" Lando began. "You fought with a bunch of teenager girls?" Carlos finished, judging him.

"No." Oscar said, tilting his head to look at Lando, George and Alex. "I had to walk here, that is why I am sweating." He said. It was then that it clicked for Lando, why Oscar was late and why he was in such a mess. "I was meant to get a lift from them." Oscar threw his arm up at the drivers beside him.