Little drabbels - F1 house life - fanfiction

The floor is lava

The group had been lounging around the living room, enjoying a rare moment of calm when Pierre suddenly shouted, "The floor is lava!" The announcement sent everyone into a frenzy, as if they were children again, scrambling to find the nearest safe spot.

Lance, always quick to react, immediately grabbed Charles by the arm, helping him up onto the kitchen counter. "Thanks, mate," Charles said, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and relief as he balanced precariously.

Meanwhile, Max, ever the chaotic one, decided to take the game to the next level. With a mischievous grin, he kicked Esteban off the sofa. "Hey!" Esteban yelped as he stumbled, barely managing to catch himself on the edge of a nearby chair. He shot Max a glare, but Max just laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

In the midst of the chaos, Lando, who had been making a dash for safety, tripped over a pair of shoes someone had left out. He went down hard, landing flat on the floor. "Lando, are you okay?" Oscar asked, his voice laced with concern as he looked down at the fallen Brit.

Lando groaned dramatically, not even bothering to get up. "No."

Just then, Lewis walked into the room, only to be met with the sight of utter chaos—drivers perched on counters and chairs, Max laughing like a maniac, Esteban looking both annoyed and amused, and Lando sprawled on the floor, lamenting his fate. Without a word, Lewis turned on his heel and walked back out, deciding it was best not to get involved.

Lia, who had been trying to get some work done in the next room, heard the commotion and quickly came in to see what was going on. She took one look at the scene before her—Charles clinging to Lance, Esteban scowling at Max, Lando still lying on the floor, and Oscar hovering uncertainly nearby—and sighed.

"Alright, everyone," Lia called out, clapping her hands to get their attention. "That's enough. The floor isn't lava. Let's all just calm down."

The drivers gradually began to relax, though Max still had a playful glint in his eye. Lando finally rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm not moving," he declared stubbornly.

Lia walked over to him and crouched down. "Lando, come on. Up you get," she coaxed gently.

With a dramatic sigh, Lando allowed Lia to help him up. He glanced around at the others, who were now sheepishly getting off counters and chairs. "This was supposed to be a fun game," he mumbled.

Lia couldn't help but chuckle. "It was fun—until you tripped. Maybe next time, let's play something a little less... dangerous."

As everyone started to settle back down, thechaos gradually dissipating, Lia shook her head with a smile. They might beworld-class drivers, but sometimes, they were just big kids at heart.