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23) not always rainbows and unicorns

(Sorry in advance)

*real life*

Charles was in a bad mood after he got an extremely frustrating weekend. He bumped into Max when getting out of the paddock and continued walking, cursing in French. "Hey Charlie what's going on?" Max was used to not so good weekends so he wasn't that mad and frustrated, he understood him well. Seemingly unlike Charles right now. "Shut up!" Max backed out, confused on why Charles was acting like this. "What he fuck Charles! What did I do to you?" He looked almost worried. "Stop it already I don't have time for this." Charles answered starting to walk again. He was still cursing in French. "Putain de ses grands mort. Je les emmerde tous." Fuck these shits. They can go fuck themselves.

Max was confused at Charles' behaviour. He was always nice with him even after a bad weekend, but that wasn't Charles. That wasn't his Charles. He was a bit saddened by this sudden change. "What's going on Charlie?" He looked genuinely worried and confused. "Oh my god stop it! I already told you. Didn't you learn manners? Oh wait no you couldn't your dad didn't give a fuck!" Max gasped and looked shocked. Charles realised what he said and started mumbling some apologies and that he was exhausted. He tried to put his hand on the other man's shoulder but Max shoved it away. "No! Well you had your caring father all your childhood and it doesn't seem like he learned you anything!" Charles backed off a few steps, Max knew his papa was a very sensitive subject but he charged at him first. "Fuck you!" He yelled at him. "You started it!" Max yelled back.

Charles looked extremely hurt even if he had started it. He was in a bad mood and he knew it. He just didn't want to be annoyed or insulted. "Just let me go!" The monégasque said. He knew it would be better for the two of them if he just shut up and went to calm down. But he also knew Max's temper wouldn't let him go so easily after being insulted. "No! What has gotten into you? You need to be able to separate racing with me! We are off track, act like it." Max said in a colder tone than before. "Oh shut up mister I had the most dominant car of formula one history not even a year ago." Charles said rolling his eyes. Max was putting him in an even worse mood than before. And he had survived Mattia Binotto. "Well not anymore and we all have bad weekends. It's not a reason to yell at me." Charles rolled his eyes at him, at least Max had three world championships.

Charles tried to walk away but Max grabbed his shoulder so he could try to talk to him. "Oh my god! Leave me alone you stupid dumbass!" Charles said alone, just wanting to go to his hotel room. "No! You can't just bump into me, curse at me, tell me to shut up and insult me then try to walk away like you didn't do anything. You can't just act like a jerk when I didn't do anything to you just because you got a bad race!" Max answered angry at him. "Oh excuse me mister anger issues that I inherited from my father! For so many years I did nothing to you! All I wanted was to be friends with you and talk to you about racing. You always insulted me, treated me like garbage for no reason! I never did anything. You saw me as enemy number one and as a shitty person that was lame, mean and horrible. I went past that I became closer to you, I became your friend, I kissed you and you kissed me back. But as I can see you didn't go past the unreasoned hatred. You really are like your father aren't you."
Charles told him, as he almost spitted it at him, all that without even blinking with the coldest stare he had ever seen.

Max was really hurt, he didn't know Charles could go that far and was actually capable of being this mean and not giving a fuck. How he looked at him, it was like he wanted to hurt him. It wasn't him anymore, he could see it in his eyes. Like he never forgave the years they hated each other and wanted to get back at him and hurt him in the worst ways. Comparing him to a horrible version of his father. A person that didn't care about anyone else and only knew hatred and anger.

"Go fuck yourself! At least even if I had a crappy model growing up I didn't turn into a horrible person like you who turned into a bitch when you had the perfect model that showed you kindness and how to respect and help others. You were predestined to be kind and to be great. But apparently il predestinato had other plans." Charles backed off and took a few seconds to register everything.