he was fine now that they weighed him. he started to put his race suit on slowly putting it over bruises and his bandages, he put in his headphones and put his HANS device on after his helmet (its the Head and Neck support) he climbed into his car and put his wheel in place, getting buckled in and was ready to start doing laps, he started instantly. lap after lap he was getting quicker. 1.32:10 fast but not enough to beat redbull. Carlos was doing well too!
they did it! Ferrari went faster then Perez! he was happy! he got out his car and hugged Carlos "well done we might have a chance in quali!" he smiles at his comment, giving him a hug. "we might if they dont fuck up strategies!" Carlos adds making Charles smile. releasing each other and going to press. after press both Ferrari men were tired. they called Max asking him to stay over as Carlos is leaving again. where? dont know. Charles thinks to himself in his room. as Max walks in he saw the Monegasque in a world of his own, "Charles?" he calls out seeing him like this pains him. even if he was thinking about something other then what Max thought. "yeah?" Charles snapped out of it. "you okay.?" Max sat next to him. "im fine mate." Charles responds.
They were both huddled together late at night watching a movie. 'Gran Turismo' it was about Le Mans, racing but all started from a sim race to the real world. they sat in silence in the hotel living room watching it with a small bowl of popcorn each.
(go watch it its got david harbour in it and i keep rewatching it!! its on Amazon prime, YT, Now and apple tv!)
Charles fell asleep around halfway through when (not spoiling.)he won the race to get the place in actual racing, Max set a alarm for both of them for Practice 3 and Quali tomorrow as Max just watched Charles as he calmly slept, gently playing with his hair.
in the Morning Max was first to wake up and go upstairs to shower. drying himself off and changing back into his clothes. he went to make breakfast.
Charles had to force himself to get up, go to the kitchen and eat whatever Max made him. "here ya go Charlie" Max gave him a plate of pancakes with fruit, while he had a protein bar and pancakes. Charles had eaten half of the pancake and all the fruit and he was getting ready while the Dutchman had eaten his all food. "Charlie well done im proud." Max called out as he saw the Monegasque coming down the stairs with his hair all fluffed up and Ferrari outfit on. getting in the car with Max and the tension was so loud you could cut it!! and they arrived.
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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...
