𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮; oscar piastri ✔

PART TEN

Short chapter sorry my lovely viewers <3

Word count; 1,542

Addison

— June 13th, 2023. Bristol, England.

My eyes flickered open, welcomed by Sarah tugging at my arm. I squinted against the light, sourcing the clock on my bedside table, burying my head into my pillow at the fact it was one in the afternoon.

"Come on, Addison, wake up."

"I am awake..." I mumbled.

My train back to Bristol had been delayed - twice - and then cancelled, meaning I only got back home in the early hours of the morning, practically falling asleep upright.

"Come on, I need a favour."

I rolled over, throwing my arm over my forehead, "What is it?"

"Are you awake?"

"Yes, I'm awake." I threw my arm back, glaring at her. "Are those my jeans?"

The exact same jeans I wore the other night to minigolf. The ones that I said I'd fight my life for.

"Hey, mine were in the wash, but that's not important."

"What is it?"

"Can you drop me off at Theo's concert later?"

"Why can't Nathan take you?"

"Because then Ma and Da will find out where I'm going."

"Sarah, Theo is far from disreputable."

"Please?"

I sighed. "Fine, sure, when?"

"Eight."

"Okay." I waved my hand, hoping she'd go away.

She didn't.

Irritated, I sat up, "What is it, Sarah?"

"Well..." She intertwined her fingers behind her back. "You know that blue shirt of yours, with the turtle neck but no sleeves?"

"You didn't have a problem wearing my jeans without my permission..."

She grinned, turning to my closet, opening the doors in search of the shirt. I stood up, sourcing my hairbrush, raking it through my hair.

"It could be in the drawers."

She nodded, following my directions. I sat down by my vanity table, frowing as I realised a lip gloss was missing too. Rolling my eyes, I picked up my phone.

07:32 AM
— one message from: 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳🧡
[𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦]

I brought my phone speaker to my ear, aware Sarah was still examining my chest of drawers.

"What are you doing?" A voice said, distantly; Oscar's voice.

"Nothin'" Lando replied.

"Can I have my phone back then?"

"No, sorry."

There was some shuffling, followed by some loud footsteps, and then some giggling.

"Give it back," Oscar said sternly.

I concealed my own giggle, listening as Oscar snatched it back and Lando called out, "Oscar and Marley sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-"

"What are you smiling about?" Sarah asked.