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ruthiecam girl why did MCLAREN like your post??
— jonesyt heheh i'll tell you when i get home🤭

user1 is our girl jonesy making it big??

user2 IS OUR FORMULA 1 BADDIE FINALLY JOINING FORMULA 1????

mclaren welcome to team papaya, jonesy🧡

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I had to duck the second I walked in the door of the London flat I shared with my best friend of 10+ years.

"You whore! You fucking got hired by Mclaren and didn't tell me?" she laughed as the pillow she'd thrown at me barely missed.

I dropped my bag at the door, kicking it closed behind me as I joined her on the couch. "It only got confirmed today. I had my final interview at the MTC where they officially offered me the job."

"Hmph." Ruthie crossed her arms over her chest, "Next time tell me before it's officially official, got it?"

"I can do that."

We settled in on the couch, Ruthie pressing play on the tv show she'd been watching. I cuddled in next to her, knowing that our time together was going to change massively once the Formula 1 season started.

I only moved in a couple of months ago and it was probably the best decision I've made in a while. Living here has been everything I needed it to be. I'm leaps and bounds better off than I had been when I moved in.

However, there would no longer be our nightly debriefs where we both decompressed from our days at work together. Now, it would likely be only a couple of days a week we'd be able to spend the night together. Being part of a Formula 1 team meant that I'd be traveling more often than I'd be at home from March to December.

"Wait." Ruthie sat up quickly, alarming me. She paused the show before facing me. "Doesn't this mean you'll see him again?"

Lando Norris – that's who she was referring to.

I sat up alongside her, "Well, yeah, he's one of the drivers. I doubt he'll remember me, though, we weren't that close back then."

"He might remember you! For fucks sake, Jo, the two of you went to school together for years."

"We weren't even that close, so I'm not counting on him remembering me." I shrugged, "It won't be the end of the world if he doesn't."

She poked my cheek and I shrunk away, "But you want him to."

I deadpanned. Ruthie was subtly bringing up the crush I had on Lando from literal years ago. But a lot of life has happened since then.

Like a lot.

Ruthie must've noticed my silence because she shifted topics slightly. "When's your first day?" Her hand landed on my thigh.

"Tomorrow, actually." I nervously laughed, scratching the back of my neck. "A bit quick, but Zak wants some photos done before we head off to Bahrain for pre-season testing and the first GP."

I hated the way that Ruthie was looking at me right now.

It was a mixture of pride and sadness. She was proud of me for finally getting my dream job, yet she was also devastated for me at the same time. Her gaze reminded me of the constant pit in the bottom of my stomach.

"You know they'd be proud of you, right?"

Fuck.

I should've expected her to bring them up, my father and brother. Formula 1 was something we bonded over and I'd finally made it there, something none of us knew that I could do.

I nodded, ignoring the stinging of tears in my eyes. "Yeah." My voice was quiet, but she knew I agreed.

Her hands found mine, squeezing them tightly. "When do you leave for Bahrain?"

"Tuesday."

Her smile brightened and she pulled me into a tight hug, one of those hugs that makes all of your broken pieces stick back together. Gosh, I love this girl.

"And today is Thursday, looks like we've got just under a week to get you all packed and ready to take on the world!"

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another one bc i'm feeling generous

(also bc this one is hella short)