Nemesism [Max Verstappen]

[15] two for one

Okay first and foremost I want to say that this is a SAD chapter and that we are not in a good place YET.

I am sorry, this slow burn is shitty for me too. Please let me know if it's too shit, then I'll see if I can arrange a change of plans.

Anyways, TW's: LOTS OF SELF HARM :)

Bye, see you!

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Lucy's diary

It's been a month since Max and I were forced to share a bed and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Maybe I would if we hadn't spent all night in each others arms, cuddling. But that part is to blame on me, since Max only offered to give me a hug and I fell asleep during.
We've been friendly since, not friends, but we talk sometimes. And now I know it's wild of me to write this, but part or me sometimes wishes for the old Max back, the one who would refuse to talk to me and avoid being close to me. Because then it would be much easier for me to not get my hopes up and ignore those stupid feeling in my chest...
Anyways, onto more exiting task, like helping Charles plan a proposal.

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»I have it! I got it!« Lucy charged towards the Ferrari hospitality where Charles was waiting for her, holding up a shiny, golden object, beaming.

The Monegasque tried to get her to quiet down by bringing a finger up to his lips, eyes darting around to see if anyone was paying attention to them. Nobody did and neither did Lucy, crashing into the man as she'd miscalculated the distance.

They both went tumbling around the floor, Lucy wheezing and clutching her chest. She couldn't have cared less, extending the object she was holding to Charles, who forgot about the scraped elbow he'd gotten from their fall as soon as he recognized what Lucy was holding.

»Is that-« Charles couldn't even finish his sentence before the girl cut him off, her excitement too strong for her to contain it.

»Kyras ring? Yes!« She giggled frantically, dropping the ring into Charles' open palm. »You can finally get her size and then we can start rings shopping!«

»How did you do that? Did you steal it? I'm pretty sure she'd notice if it just went missing.« Charles frowned, holding the ring up so it was shining in the bright sunlight.

Lucy shook her head, a little insulted that Charles thought she couldn't come up with a better plan - which she had.

»I asked her if I could borrow it for the weekend, because I thought it was pretty.« She explained, earning herself an acknowledging smile from the Monegasque. »So you have approximately three days to find a jewelry and let them measure it.«

»Ah, Lucy, you genius!« Charles gushed, giving her a high five.

They were so caught up in their excitement, that they both totally forgot that they were lying on hard concrete floor in a pit lane filled with people. All of them now wondering what Ferraris number one driver and RedBulls journalists were up to.

Still laughing, Lucy registered a shadow falling on them and quickly tapped Charles on the shoulder. When they looked up, they were surprised to see Max standing in front of them, arms crossed and brows knitted.

»What exactly are you two doing?« The Dutch driver asked unusually stern. His eyes wandered from Lucy to Charles... feeling nothing.

It was odd. Just really fucking weird to not have that tingle in his stomach or the urge to go sit on top of him or anything. But as Max looked at the man he'd loved for years, he just felt like any other person. Just Charles.
Fawning over him had become such a habit, Max almost missed his heart racing and his breath catching whenever he caught a glimpse of him... What he did not miss however, was the heartache.