Hello and welcome to the last chapter of this fanfic!I won't say too much, since there will be a proper authors note soon and I'll address you there.
No TW's for this one guys! Just happy shit now.
Enjoy!
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»Yes! Oh my god he did it!« Out of habit, Kyra wanted to get up, properly cheer for her boyfriend who'd just won the second last race of the season. Completely forgetting that her legs were no where near being able to carry her weight, she fell forward.
But before the ground could come to close, two hand grabbed for her and pulled her back up. Groaning Lucy made sure her cousin was securely seated on the couch, blanket spread over her legs neatly.
»Kyra, you have to be careful!« The girl wasn't paid any attention, leaving her sighing.
»Fuck yes! I knew he could do it! He did it!« Victoriously stretching her arms over her head, Kyra's eyes were glued to the TV screen, showing the bright read Ferrari.
The commentator were equally excited over Charles race win. Everyone was really, having heard of all the horrors that had occurred not too many weeks ago. He deserved this.
A radio message was shown. It was Charles' race engineer congratulating him. Panting the Monegasque responded.
»Thank you! All of you.« There was a short break, the radio message continued. And in that moment Kyra held her breath, getting a very good idea what he was going to add. »Kyra, this one is for you!«
One simple sentence, but the young woman was smiling like an idiot, ear to ear. She knew he couldn't see her, still she waved at the TV image of Charles as he pulled into the pit lane.
Caught up in the moment she didn't feel Lucy's eyes on her, confusion growing on her delicate face. More drivers were shown, getting out of their cars. Once the blonde found the one she was looking for she pointed at him.
»Isn't he your boyfriend?«
»Max? Oh, yeah! But...« Kyra felt caught, unusually flustered by her slip up. Normally she'd be much better at lying, but with Lucy it was harder... »I am just excited for Charles, you know? He's gone through so much this season, he really deserves the win.«
»Okay, makes sense.« Lucy realized she didn't really understand that much about Formula 1.
Her eyes wandered back to the screen, which was showing a closeup of Max pulling of his helmet. His hair a mess, breathing heavily and his eyes wild. Something stirred in Lucy, a prickly sensation spreading over her skin.
»He's pretty.« She muttered, unable to lift her eyes off the TV.
»Yeah, he really is.« Kyra agreed, watching Charles standing behind Max.
Neither of them realized they were talking about different men as the podium celebration continued, too distracted by the men spraying each other in champagne. Charles was smiling widely, holding his trophy up in the air and Kyra believed the see him wink directly at the camera. He really had no shame.
»Is he coming for a visit before the next race?« Lucy asked once the interviews started and the blonde Dutch driver disappeared from the screen. »Charles, I mean.«
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