Oscar's POV:
So much for a summer break.
"Right, we're filming a video with you and Tom talking about his time as an olympic rower because you know, Paris 2024 and all that?" I nodded and smiled at the member of the PR team.
"Then you've got a couple interviews this afternoon but don't worry, I'll walk you through them all later." Another member of the team shouted slightly, sat in a chair on the other side of the studio room.
I felt exhausted from all the on camera work, training and strategy meetings we'd been having. My schedule was so packed and I was really feeling the impact after such a long first part of the season. Still, if I needed a break, I could ask for one and the right people would understand a bit more now. I would be able to go to a quiet room (my office was the designated quiet space), use one of my new fidget toys which had been gifted by the team based on what I'd enjoyed in Australia (and now came in the front pocket of my backpack everywhere with me) and take a breather. It was a new luxury and I was really appreciative of it already. It had been difficult to accept at first, I was waiting for it to be used against me, but it hadn't and I kept reminding myself, this time it was different.
Plus, I only had a couple more days here before I was going to Monaco. We had a few social events, like padel, golf and a meal with most of the grid (which I was petrified for as per usual, that hadn't changed) and then I'd be off to Australia for a whole week. I couldn't wait to see my family, talk to my mum and explain to my sisters why they'd never been able to annoy me and why I'd screamed like a toddler that one time they'd seen me breakdown over a lolly. (It was the wrong one and I'd had a bad day and things just erupted, don't blame me.)
My sisters would treat me like I was no different and it would help me with processing all the changes at work, no matter how positive.
Lando's POV:
The constant stream of interviews, meetings, training sessions and calls with various people was keeping me very busy in a way I really appreciated. It gave me no time to talk to anyone about the ADHD stuff. It distracted me from all the horrible ways the diagnosis could fuck up my racing career and I dreaded heading home to Monaco in a couple days time.
I had a golf day with Carlos already set up but I desperately wanted to cancel it. He'd always been nice about my... quirks and we were good friends but how was I supposed to tell him. Would he even know the english for that, it wasn't exactly talked about a lot. Like what if he just looks at me blankly and doesn't even understand what I mean. And what if he didn't believe it or thought I was weird or didn't want to be my friend anymore. Was I really going to fuck it a good friendship because I thought my brain might run a bit too fast for my body?
Golf was normally a time to get rid of the energy and relax but I wouldn't be able to do any of that without telling Carlos first.
Jon silently handed me a plaster under the table before agreeing with a point a different member of the team had made. I took it from him silently, mouthing a thank you before putting it on my finger, covering the place where I'd picked at the skin around the nail until it had bled. I became more nervous when I'd realised how long I'd been in my head for and that I had absolutely zero clue what we were currently talking about.
I looked at the empty seats opposite me. Oscar had taken a short break outside with Kim. He looked absolutely petrify to ask but Kim had asked for him and then followed him out the door. Why I couldn't accept it like Oscar did?
When he came back in, he smiled at me and the team recapped the conversation we'd had whilst he was gone which I was grateful for and tried to pay attention to this time around. My mind still wondered though, maybe I could have a break and for a couple minutes run around so that everything settled. Maybe it would get rid of that running away feeling that was building up inside of me.
A/n Hey! First chapter, so many more to come and lots of exciting things. Thanks for reading and supporting!
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Brake check- autistic Oscar Piastri, ADHD Lando Norris
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