moments with the leclerc family
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"arthur, just grow up and do it!" charles snaps.
"you're older than me, you do it!" arthur bit back, and they were once again, engaged in a tangent of arguing as to who should go down and buy your medication... among other things.
"i'll do it." your voice is as weak as a mouse as you crouched in the backseat, fingers attempting to open the door; which to nobody's surprise, wouldn't budge. stupid child locks.
"no!" both charles and arthur were alarmed by your suggestion, and despite all their protests and embarassment, they firmly and honorably, you think, mustered up the adequate courage to wead through the feminine aisle and the pharmacy.
"stay here baby, it's gonna be okay." charles tells you as he regulated his breathing. he'd been pale the moment you told him everything hurts; and no, you didn't need an ambulance or an express medical staff to oversee you. he didn't care if it would put a dent in his savings, or if he'd had to cut off an arm to lessen his weight for a fancy f1 contract, you'd needed help and he was your big brother. you came first.
even above his meager reputation.
"just hang on, princess." arthur looks terrified, but he offered you a comforting smile, when he'd look back at you. he hated that you weren't feeling the best. or that pascale had to leave to visit a relative, and that they had no one to turn to when you'd... felt this way. atleast their maman could bark orders at them to center them; she did scream at the call, more expletives than anything, but they were still just boys— they didn't know what to do.
"it's going to be okay." they both repeated, and you nodded, a smile curving on your lips despite the sweat beading your forehead.
"i know." you tell them, "this is a good look on both of you though." you poked fun at their expressions, making light of the situation.
"you think?" arthur (half) feigns the trembling of his speech, and you'd giggled while charles chuckles. he slaps the back of arthur's head, "come on buddy, let's get everything." arthur leans to press a kiss on your temple, and charles does the same.
before they left the vehicle, they both uttered a silent prayer, one which they've heard their maman and grandmother utter whenever they needed some sort of strength.
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"do you have it?" george asks with a conspiratorial tone, while alex scoffs, "do i heve it? i saved up for weeks just to get it!"
they huddled over, with lando and max, just to name a few pre-adolescent boys crowding the latest, teen pop magazine with suggestions of cute hairstyles and how to rock colored hair extensions. the boys cooed as alex flips through the magazines, and oh, there you were— in a fashioned beret, and and a uniform, grinning prettily the boys practically had heart eyes. the catalog of how much your outfit costs and the brand, they didn't pay any attention to, but they were just oohing at you.
"she's just like a doll. it goes gianna and then—" lando exclaims, but their huddle was interrupted by charles slapping the magazine out of alex's hands.
"i'm telling on all of you." he glares at them, "stop drooling all over my sister! i hate all of you."
the boys scattered as charles yells at them, each going back to their own tents— not before messily trying to grab the magazine that they hadn't yet perused, with george carrying alex away from charles nimble hands as he plays tug of war with the boys.
"my sister's not going to date." he huffs, crossing his arms. his mechanic laughs at his annoyed pout, "good luck with that kid."
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your eyes met his.
you choked on your water, slapping jenson's hands off of you as he tries to help you by rubbing soothing circles on your back. it would have been considered polite, or socially acceptable if he hadn't had his hands on your thighs prior, or if you weren't kissing.
but hey, who could blame you? you were a long way from home, and your boyfriend had surprised you with a fancy trip coupled with the whole fancy shebang of helicopters and five-star hotels with all the perks and shopping trips.
you're just a girl, afterall. and your boyfriend was so good looking under the romanian sun that you could barely keep your hands off of him.
you didn't expect to see lorenzo. of all people, your brother, who was supposed to be way back in monaco or where charles was supposed to be at this time of the calendar.
that was your one consolation; race weeks meant that you woudln't get caught... let alone in a compromising position, because let's face it, your brother's were bordering psychotic, when it came to boys.
they're still very firm in their education of boys having cooties; no boyfriends until you were thirty, and definitely, never let a boy touch you unless they could knock his teeth.
your heart threatens to carve a hole in your chest with the way lorenzo's eyes never left you. they were intense, as if explicitly, warning you. the first time you've ever seen lorenzo this way considering he was the most level-headed of your brothers— he was usually your calm and confidante, the one you'd run to whenever charles and arthur were becoming unbearable.
so when he'd blinked and you'd blinked, his eyes going over to jenson; who remained oblivious as he fussed over you, there was a strange emotion that went through him.
you hoped he wasn't seeing you. that there was something else he was staring at, but you could almost hear his disappoinment...
and then he looked away. your breath stuttered in your chest as he went away like he'd never held eye contact with you for minutes. he just... crossed the street, and never looked back.
you didn't know if you should be relieved or scared.
"you okay, sunshine?" jenson asks you, grasping your clammy hands in his. there was a worried frown on his face as your expression calms, "what happened?"
you swallowed, clearing your throat, "n-nothing... absolutely nothing." you reply, giving him a strained smile.
"we could go back to the hotel if you're not feeling a hundred percent, doll." jenson tells you, his expression earnest.
"can we? please."
"of course." he presses a comforting kiss on your temple, and you gripped his hands.
you didn't know if you had the heart to tell him that lorenzo saw the both of you, but you were certain to call pascale for a feasible plan for when something happens.
