*real life*
The group didn't know what happened and to see Charles almost sprint to the bar and drink one shot, his glass than order a new one, was very surprising. They had previously organised a night out in vegas after the race and Max and Charles were the last ones to arrive. He sat down next to Pierre and didn't say a word. They all looked at him strangely. Max arrived with a drink Daniel asked him what was going on and he answered. "He can fuck off." This left the guys even more surprised. He looked at him angrily even if he just wanted to sit next to him and be like they were for months. But Charles went too far, even he did. Coincidentally, not really since everyone thought they liked each other, the last seat was next to Charles. The monégasque couldn't really resist to the calming and chill vibe the Dutchman gave. He knew he had hurt Max, but he was also hurt. In the end they just needed to say sorry but we're too stubborn to do it.
Charles stared at him as he sat down. Max looked at him with pain in his eyes. He simply couldn't believe his favourite person would go this far. He was honestly baffled that the fight ended up like that, shattering the fragile and comforting bond they had created. It was now completely destroyed, even if they'd apologise they wouldn't be able to trust each other. They had both passed a line and they knew that they were actually able to say those horrible things and to think them.
They made a short eye contact and quickly turned to their respective best friends. Max moved a bit in his seat, uncomfortable. "Mais ça va? Qu'est-ce qu'il s'est passé entre vous deux?" But are you ok? What happened between you two? Pierre asked him worried he remembered them kissing at the Halloween party and Charles happily telling him how their Lego date went. How Charles was sure something could happen and they could have a relationship. But now he was really confused. How did they go from a blooming relationship to pure pain and hatred. " Je- je ne sais pas. J'ai foirer je lui ai fait mal et il m'a fait mal en retour et c'était de ma faute parce que j'étais en colère et je n'ai pas su me contrôler et la j'ai tout perdu ce qu'on avait. Et tu peux le voir dans ses yeux, je lui ai fait mal et j'ai touché à un point sensible." I- I don't know. I messed up I hurt him and he hurt me in return and it was my fault because I was angry and I couldn't control myself and I lost everything we had. And you can see it in his eyes, I hurt him and I touched a sensitive point.
"But you were on good terms and you were destined to be together." Pierre told him still baffled. "Well apparently il predestinato had other plans." The monégasque said as he quoted Max. He looked at him. That was the sentence that had hurt him the most. The Frenchman didn't understand a thing, it was like Charles had quoted someone. And he used his formula one nickname.
Charles turned his head to the Dutchman and stared at him. He stared at him longingly, just wanting to be back to normal with him. Suddenly Max turned around and saw the monégasque, he frowned and Charles looked away. He got up and announced that he was going to go order a round for everyone. He walked away to the bar and the whole group came to sit around Max, curious. "Geez mate what the hell happened?" Daniel questioned a bit worried. "We had a fight, a big one." Max didn't go further for his own and Charles' sake. "And what happened exactly, you looked crushed both of you?" Lando asked also worried. "When did it happen?" Alex added. "Honestly from what he told me, he seems very sorry and remorseful." Pierre said discreetly to Max like to reassure him, as if it was the Dutchman who was best friend with him. Max looked at him with a sort of hope and sadness in his face. "Well to answer you we were fighting and it became a bit violent since we were extremely mean and it happened after the last race when he had a shit weekend." Max told everyone, as he didn't explain more of it.
Charles came back with the drinks and saw the whole group really close to Max. They saw him and Lando quickly gave him his seat back next to Max. The monégasque handed everyone their drinks and gave Max's last. He looked at him again. He wanted to be close to him but he hated him for the fight. Max was also conflicted and none of them knew what to do.
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Wrong number
FanfictionPierre added the wrong number to a small group chat made of f1 drivers. Turns out to be Max Verstappen's number. How can I say it rapidly turns into chaos.