The alarm woke up both of the boys who were sharing the bed together. Max got up and went to the bathroom to change while Charles changed in the room both were ready and went to eat. "Charles i made breakfast." Max said as he heard Charles going down the stairs. "thank you Max." Charles mumbled half asleep sitting on a bar stool at the counter, slowly eating the french toast he had been given. "good job Charles, tell me when you ready." Max tells the younger before putting his shoes on and eating his food. "okay!" Charles ate around half of his toast before putting his shoes on. "im ready." Max nods at the amount he ate and grabs his car keys for his Aston Martin Valkyrie. "lets go." they head for his car and drive off to the track.
arriving there was no paparazzi since Carlos and Lewis were greeting fans etc, some looking for the rivals that both got out of the Aston Martin, but they went around to there motorhomes parting ways to talk strategies.
in the car Charles felt nervous but went with the adrenaline setting the 3rd fastest lap behind Alonso and Max, he drove smoothly and went back to pits, he secured 3rd for fp1, and went for media. it went by pretty fast and Charles only answered if someone asked him a question which he only got around 3 and he felt happy because he didnt have to speak much.
he finally got to go back to the hotel and he remembered Max drove them both which means he either walked or got a ride back, he didnt want to be a burden so he started to walk back to his hotel. he signed things by fans, they were nice. "you pretty boy!" some random guy yelled from afar. Charles ignored him. he seems to be drunk. "im talking to you." he walked up to Charles and grabbed his ass. "please dont do that!" The Monegasque asked uncomfortably. "why? people would pay alot to see you gettin' fucked!" he laughed "i have a pretty girl for someone like you!~ unless your not into girls' ey?" The drunk man teased Charles. "i dont want anything like that can you leave me alone.?" the drunk man laughs even harder at this. "no! you silly man! we want you." he raises his fist to hit Charles. "woah there mate!" a heavy German accent was heard. "dont touch him. ill send the video i have of you saying everything to Charles to the police!" It was Sebastian Vettel, Charles felt relieved. "okay sorry man!" the guy put his hands up in defeat running off. "c'mere kid" Charles jumps into Sebastians arms feeling the older embrace him. "thank you Seb.." The past pilot smiled "im always here for you. and we got to report that guy." Charles sighs. "did you lie about the video.?" Seb shook his head. "can we do it another time?" Charles practically begged. "of course. my cars over there, lets get you back to your hotel." Charles nods following the German to his car and sitting in the passenger seat.
Charles looks out the window watching the scenery go by on the way to his hotel. once they arrived he bid Sebastian a farewell.
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||its not your fault||Lestappen||
FanfictionCharles Leclerc x Max Verstappen Charles finds it hard to believe that everything isn't his fault, every time some one crashed near him, he believed his rivalry between him and Max was his fault, every fail he felt as if he wasnt good enough, never...
