𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚, maisie

❝ it's a love story, baby. ❞
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"This is one of these moments where you start singing one of your Taylor Swift songs about being in love and shit." Olive says as soon as we get past the door. "The one with Romeo and Juliet, blah blah blah." She continues, making fun of me as if she isn't going to be sleeping under my roof tonight.

"Will you stop it?" I snap, slamming the door shut behind us.

She turns around, eyes widen, putting her hands up in innocence. Olive El Helou is everything but innocent. "Jeez, okay. Sorry." She sighs, acting like I'm overreacting.

"Do you ever think before talking?" I ask, exhausted of the ride.

"Don't talk to me about thinking. I have an IQ of a hundred and eighty seven, all I do is think." She hisses back. She drags her suitcase in.

Looking around, there is not much furniture. Okay, there's nothing. She lets go of her grip on the bag and turns around at me. "I might have thought to buy furniture." She raises a brow.

I roll my eyes. "Excuse me for not having a photographic memory." I pass by her, heading for one of my boxes to get a change of clothes.

"A fucking rat would've thought to buy at least a couch, Maisie!" She answers. I can't argue with that. But with everything going on, furniture wasn't really my main focus.

I search through my clothes box and take out any clean shirt. "A fucking rat wouldn't get into Formula 1, now would he?" I turn it around.

Intelligence may not be my strong suit, but sports damn is. She raises a brow, her lips puckering. "I never actually did congratulate you in person on that did I?" I shake my head no.

No one really did. My entire family's in Lebanon. It's not that easy to just fly over to France to say 'Congrats! You're making history! We're so proud!'.

But they did their best to do it, even from afar. And my uncle and his wife did an amazing job at making me feel good about it.

She laughs, looking down at the floor. "Fuck you, Maisie. You're amazing, I love you." She congratulates me in her way before pulling me in a hug. Fuck you and I love you in the same sentence can be really misleading, but I know Olive. "Fucking goat. Congratulations." She hits my back.

"Congratulations on Harvard, genius head." I say in my turn. My baby cousin is going to Harvard. At fucking sixteen. With a full scholarship.

"I think we should get drinks." She calls for celebration as we pull away.

Nice try. "I think you're still underage." I raise an eyebrow.

"Worth a shot." She grunts, turning around, heading for my kitchen. I'm not sure what she wants but I can confidently say there is nothing there. And she won't find anything.

I wait a couple of seconds for her to come back. And as thought, "So, furniture shopping and grocery shopping. What do you wanna do first?" She asks.

"Go get my car from the offices then furniture then groceries." I lay out our plans for the day and she nods in understanding, ready for our amazingly fun planned day.