HURRICANE// JENSON BUTTON

SEVEN

"MAX!"

Daniel Ricciardo called out whilst running around the club looking for the Dutchman that was one of his best friends.

"Did he just call for Max?"

Ayla Carson asked the person next her with a raised eyebrow watching the curly brown haired Australian with a smile, she was trying her hardest not to laugh at his behavior.

"He did."

Jenson said with a laugh as he also watched with a smile as the man that they called a best friend was being stared at like he was crazy.

Which he was but that's besides the point.

"We didn't bring Max, he's in Monaco."

"Oh I know, it's just hilarious seeing him run thinking he lost Max."

"Until he finds a random dude named Max."

"That'll make it more hilarious."

"He'll get punched."

"Maybe knocked out."

"Or married."

"Wake up in the morning crying because it's not his Maxie."

"I better be the fucking witness to this wedding."

Ayla and Jenson said at the same time causing a boom laugh to be released from their lips, looking at each other as their lips formed in to a faint grin.

She could feel herself getting lost in the blue eyes of the Button man that was sitting across from her the faint grin was slowly growing by the seconds that passed.

"What?"

Jenson asked with a chuckle as he noticed her lost look on her face not sober enough to understand that the lost look was focused on that of his eyes.

"Daniel's about to get his ass kicked."

Ayla told him slightly shaking her head to get the thought that were swimming in her mind out while glancing to were Daniel was.

"Fuck." He mumbles whilst getting up from the barstool. "I'll be back and then we should probably get home." He added as he walked toward the Ricciardo man who was close to getting beat up by an guy.

"Just don't make me save both your asses tonight again!" She called out to him while watching him walk away, keeping an eye on the situation that was about to occur, hoping that she wouldn't have to jump in.

Like the many times before.

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"We should get matching tattoos Aunt Ayla." 

Arthur Leclerc said while laying back on the couch of his Monaco apartment causing the American to let out a laugh.

"And what would that be?"

Ayla Carson asked the youngest Leclerc while looking up at him with a raised eyebrow from her position on the floor, genuinely curious as to what he would want tattooed.

"Two chipmunks on our hips."

"You can't be serious."

"I'm serious."

"Chipmunks? Why?"

"Because we're the two chipmunks."

"As in Alvin and the chipmunks?"

Ayla questioned as she was now sitting up to look at the young brown haired Monégasque boy that was still laying down on his couch.

"Yes!"

Arthur Leclerc exclaimed suddenly sitting up and swinging his legs so his back is leaning against the back of the couch, accidentally kicking the blonde haired woman in the face, earning a groan from her.

"Ouch, watch where your swinging  those damn legs."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Ayla."

Arthur said with a frown as he realized that he had kicked her in the face which wasn't something that he had meant to happen.

He simply forgot that she was that close to the couch.

"It's okay Panda." She told him with a smirk as she used the nickname that he hated but dealt with because she gave it to him.

"I hate that nickname." He said with a groan as he tried to hide the smile that was forming on his lips as he remembered where and just how he got that nickname from the woman that he considered an aunt to him.

It was on a skiing trip that Charles had dragged her and him on years ago, where Arthur had slipped on ice almost immediately in the hotel parking lot, earning his nickname Panda, because Ayla had declared him as clumsy as a Panda bear.

It was ironic how he got the nickname panda when Charles was also clumsy, if not more than him.

"Does it look like I care panda?" She asked with a laugh standing up and finally sitting down in the couch to avoid any other dangerous limbs of the Monégasque boy.

"No, sadly."

"Oh you secretly love it."

"Keep telling yourself that." Arthur said with a laugh while shaking his head. "Now back to the tattoos."

"What about them?"

"Want to do them?"

"Fuck no."

Ayla said with a laugh while throwing her head back against the couch.

"At least not until I know momma Leclerc won't kill me for it."

She added immediately after calming down from her laughter and turned her head toward him.

"I'm an adult Ayla." Arthur laughed with a shake of his head unable to hide his smile on his lips.

"Oh Panda, it's sweet that you think your an adult when your indeed a child."

Ayla told him with a teasing tone as a smirk slowly found it's way on to her face, a sprinkle of mischief in her eyes.

"After all you call me to pick out your pajamas every night."

"I never call you for that!"

"Not what my screenshots say."

"incroyable"

A/N

Hello lovely readers,

A short update but I wanted to get something out to you.

Hopefully it makes sense.

There's finally a small sign of feelings for Jenson in this chapter, finally I know.

I might've forgotten about that for a little and then kicked myself when I remembered.

I love her and Arthur's friendship and I think you'll also like it.

Who else would you like to see her friendship with?

What do you think so far?

I'll see you soon for the next one.

Enjoy!

Thank you~ Jackie