Little drabbels - F1 house life - fanfiction

forms

Lia sat at the dining table, a stack of paperwork spread out in front of her. The room was filled with the usual noise of the group: the TV was on, but no one was really watching it, and random conversations floated around. She'd been trying to fill out the same form for the past fifteen minutes, but with this crowd, focus was a rare commodity.

With a sigh, she pushed her hair back and decided to ask for help. "Alright, quick question," she said, raising her voice a bit to be heard over the noise. "Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?"

She waited for someone to respond, glancing around the room. Lance was the first to reply, barely looking up from his phone. "Bold of you to assume I was born at all," he said, his tone completely serious.

Lia stared at him, trying to decide if he was joking or if he'd just gone full existential on her. Before she could respond, Esteban, who was sitting next to Lance, leaned in with a smirk. "I personally was created in a lab," he said, pretending to inspect his nails as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Yeah, that tracks," Pierre chimed in from the couch, where he was lying on his back, scrolling through his phone. "But me? I just straight up spawned, lol."

Lia blinked at them, utterly bewildered by their responses. "Seriously? That's the best you've got?" She rubbed her temples, trying to figure out how to put any of that down on the official form.

"Hey, don't look at me," Lance shrugged, finally glancing up with a cheeky grin. "It's your fault for asking."

Esteban nodded in agreement, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, Lia. You know better than to expect serious answers from us."

Lia couldn't help but laugh at their ridiculousness. "You guys are impossible," she said, shaking her head. "I'm trying to fill out something important here!"

"Important?" Pierre rolled onto his side, raising an eyebrow. "Sounds boring. Maybe you should join us in the 'just spawned' club. No paperwork needed."

Lia playfully narrowed her eyes at Pierre. "You wish." She looked down at the form again, tapping her pen against the paper. "But seriously, I need to get this done."

Lance suddenly got up from his seat, walking over to her. "Alright, alright. We'll give you real answers... maybe."

Esteban followed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Or we'll just keep messing with you until you give up."

Pierre hopped off the couch and joined them at the table. "But we'll do it with love," he added with a wink.

Lia shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. "You know, sometimes I wonder why I even bother with you three."

"Because you love us," they said in unison, leaning in closer to see the form.

She laughed again, unable to stay frustrated. "Yeah, yeah. I guess I do."

"Just put down whatever makes the paperwork happy," Lance suggested, now genuinely trying to help.

"And if anyone asks, we'll just say it's all true," Esteban added, nodding sagely.

"Exactly. I mean, who wouldn't believe that Pierre spawned out of pure chaos?" Lance grinned, earning a light shove from Pierre.

Lia finally managed to jot down the necessary information, her task made a little easier by their playful banter. As she finished, she looked at them fondly. "Thanks, guys. You're a mess, but you're my mess."

"Anytime, Lia," Esteban said with a smile. "And hey, next time you need help with paperwork, you know who to call."

"Or not," Pierre added, laughing. "Maybe ask someone who didn't spawn this time."

Lia just laughed, shaking her head as she gathered the papers. "I'll keep that in mind."

And with that, the group returned to their usual antics, leaving Lia to finish her work with a lighter heart and a smile on her face.