"Can I do an interview?" I ask Charles while jumping up and down slightly, as we walk through the paddock back towards the car. He's in a bad mood now because I went on the podium.
Mark Webber is stood with a camera crew, holding a microphone, watching people walk past.
"No. Don't be ridiculous." He states, shaking his head.
"Please, I'll make it quick." I almost beg, stopping in my tracks. He turns around to look at me.
"Fine. You've got two minutes." He sighs, waving his hand in the direction of Mark. I smile at him and run in the direction of them.
"Hey kid." Mark says, smiling at me as I walk up to them. "How's Charles after that DNF?" He adds, holding the microphone up to his mouth.
"He'll get over it." I shrug, looking in his direction. He's sat on a stone wall speaking to someone on the phone. I assume it's Alexandra by the way he seems a bit happier than he was before.
"If you had to put words to that race, what would they be?" Mark asks, putting the microphone in front of my face.
"Bosh, amazing, sick, great, fantastic. What else do you want me to say? Anything else?" I say, smiling at him. These cameras are making me a bit nervous but I'm just pretending they're not there, like what Lando told me to do on the podium.
"Yeah, it was a good race." Mark agrees, nodding his head slightly. I see Max and Lando walking this way, and wave at them.
"It was. Every driver was bosh." I smile as they walk over to us. "And the one I'm mentioning now, Charles Leclerc, I say it every race, he's the best f1 racer in the world. I don't know why people-" I say, looking at Charles as I speak but stopping when I notice Lando laughing at me.
"What are you laughing for? Lando, what are you laughing for?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows at him.
"What are you laughing for?" Lando mocks me, raising his eyebrows while smiling.
"I'm being serious." I state, giving him an amused look.
"I'm being serious." He mocks again, nodding his head and laughing at me.
"No, you see, I'm taking facts here. I don't do if, buts and maybes, I do absolutes." I speak into the microphone, pointing at Lando as I talk.
"Like if your aunt had balls, she'd be your uncle, but she doesn't so she's not." Max says, holding his hands out in front of him in obviousness.
"Yeah, do you know what we're trying to say?" I nod, agreeing with Max and smiling at him.
"Not really, but I'm loving the way you're saying it." Mark laughs, keeping hold of the microphone as he looks at me, Lando and Max.
"Do you know what I mean? So like what I'm trying to say is that he's the best f1 driver in the world." I state, glancing over at Charles who is smiling slightly as he continues speaking into his phone.
"He's quality." Mark agrees, nodding his head in Charles' direction.
"He's bosh. Pierre is better than Estie Bestie." I say as I spot Pierre walking past with a couple of engineers.
"Who?" Max laughs, furrowing his eyebrows at me.
"He knows, my man knows." I nod, pointing at Max and smiling.
"Do you know what I mean? Listen, Charles, world champion, baby." I say as Mark hands the the microphone to me. I put it up to my mouth as I speak. "Do you know what I'm trying to say? My dad, the next world champion." I add, raising my eyebrows at Max who shakes his head.
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Racing is life
Fanfiction"I was on pole position, and my best friend crashed into me. I couldn't finish the race, and my dad was so angry. I was upset, but he was really, really upset, and he left me at the track. I had to go to my uncle's house to sleep that night." ******...
