"Oh, guess what I saw last night." Charles says as we are putting all the clothes back into the suitcase ready to leave the hotel this afternoon. I asked him about going to the club with Lando, but he shut that idea down straight away.
"What?" I ask, sitting on the bed and finding lots of dirty socks under the bedsheets from where I've kicked them off in the night, throwing them into the suitcase which is across the other side of the room.
He gets his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and showing me a picture. It's me and Max asleep, with me resting my head on his chest. I look so weird when I'm asleep. He must have taken this picture after he came back from his Ferrari meeting.
"Eww, no. What? Why?" I whine at him, pushing his hand away while still throwing my dirty socks into the suitcase.
"It's cute." He smiles, putting his phone back into his pocket and laughing.
"It's not cute. I look like a drowned rat." I say, throwing my last sock into the suitcase and standing up off the bed.
"No you don't." He says, shaking his head and folding up his clothes to pack them away. You can tell which clothes are mine and which are Charles' by the way they've been packed.
"Where are my hats?" I ask, looking around the room for them. I swear to God if Charles has put them in the suitcase I'm going to kill him.
"They're in your backpack. You've done well this weekend, stealing off people." He says, pointing to my backpack which is next to the door.
"I haven't stolen anything from anyone. Carlos and Oscar gave me their hats, Carlos gave me his jumper yesterday in the elevator because I was cold and you had my jumper, and Max said I could keep his shoe after the shoey." I say, walking over to my backpack and getting all the stuff out of it.
"What are you doing? We're trying to tidy up, not make more mess." He says, looking at the things I just dumped on his bed.
"I'm giving you a haul." I say, furrowing my eyebrows at him.
"Give me a haul on the plane." He smiles, putting the last of his clothes into the suitcase and trying to close it. "Have you brushed your teeth?" He adds, a small smile on his face as he speaks.
"Yeah." I say, avoiding eye contact with him.
"No you haven't, go and brush your teeth." He laughs, pointing towards the bathroom. I throw my head back and sigh.
"I don't like brushing my teeth." I groan, dragging my feet along the floor towards the bathroom.
"Probably because you use strawberry flavoured toothpaste. When we get back home, I'm getting you some mint toothpaste, it tastes so much better." He says as I walk into the bathroom, and beginning to brush my teeth. Once I've finished, I walk back into the main bit of the room.
"That was a very half-arsed job at brushing your teeth." He says, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"You're half-arsed." I state, furrowing my eyebrows and smiling in response.
"Why do you have Max's wet race boot in your bag?" He asks, holding it up and looking at me in confusion.
"I did a shoey out of it, so I kept it." I shrug, walking over to the suitcase which isn't zipped up yet. "I thought you were closing this a minute ago?" I add, pointing at it.
"I was, but your toothbrush and toothpaste weren't in it." Charles says, looking at my recently acquired hats. "Did you go in the shower last night like I told you to?" He asks, putting my stuff back into my backpack.
"No." I say, sighing slightly.
"Go in the shower." He states, raising his eyebrows at me.
"But my hair will be wet." I whine, shaking my 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." ******...
