Private life | Lando Norris

55 - Official?

(tinnny bit of smut!)

Lando 

My muscles burned as I dropped down for another push up. A light layer of sweat had formed across my upper lip and was dripping from a loose curl. We had just finished stretching and neck training so I was already quite tried and ready for a shower.

"Jon, I hate you." I moaned as he stood there, free of sweat and counting my painful push ups. His hip jutted out as he mumbled my push ups under his breath. 

"10 more, Lando." I heard him promise. 

"You said that 20 push ups ago!" I said, my voice raising and wavering. I had stupidly told Jon that Jenny was coming over soon which made him promptly up the tension on the neck training and make me do push ups for cool down.

I was cool and now I'm not, thanks to satan standing there. 

"4... 3... 2... 1." 

I collapsed down, sighing with relief. My heart was going a million miles an hour as I sucked in a breath. Huffing and puffing I stood up with my noddle arms and glared at Jon. He stood there with a smug smile. 

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" 

"Oh, fuck off." I ground out, causing him to chuckle at my pain. I sat down gingerly on the bench, swiping the water bottle Jon held out. I was tempted to ask him to feed the water to me but I'm not that desperate. That would be funny.

"When's she coming over?" My lips pulled into a small smile on their own. 

"No clue. Said she wanted to talk." I shrugged, giving the bottle back to him. "Is that bad?" I asked, peering up at him as I wiped the sweat off my lip with the hem of my shirt.

"Depends." Jon muttered as he cleaned up bands and weights. "What did she say?" 

"Umm," I look around for my phone, spotting it beside Jon's shoe. "Can you...?" I motion to him almost destroying it with his foot.

"Oh, yeah." He throws it to me and I catch it with ease. 

"Starting off strong, she said 'Hi' for which I responded, 'hi' back. Then, 'we need to talk' which is  daunting." I sigh.

"Yeah." 

"Yeah and so I responded with is this a good talk or bad talk for which she said 'both'." 

Jon gives me a worried look. I run a hand over my eyes. "Oh." 

"Yep. So either she's gonna break up with me or we're getting married." I joke. Jon rolls his eyes discreetly.

"Dude, your fucked." He says. I toss my phone on the ground and push my hair back once again.

"Don't remind me." I grumble at the floor. "Now I just have to wait." 

"Does she even know where you live?" He asks hiking his backpack up his shoulder.

"Um, she said Ginny was gonna drive her up. That would have been funny though." I follow him out the room as we dodge random PR package stacked up in my hallway.

"You need to clean, buddy." 

"I hate cleaning." I respond. Bane of my existence. 

"You live in a fancy garbage can." Jon chuckles as the door creaks open, his words causing me to scoff. 

"Yeah, whatever. I live the way I do."

"Good luck with that!" Jon calls as he strolls down the apartment hallway, his words echoing back to me.