We're just friends...or are we.? |[ carlando]|

" worst night.. " - 9

~ Okay, okay, seriously this is the LAST chapter I'll be posting for a couple of days due to all my homework and Latin words I need to study. 😓

I also just have so much motivation and so many ideas for this chapter rn. But mostly because I don't want to miss out on writing these before I forget everything.

Make sure to go read the other chapter before this to understand everything that's going on. :))

Also this will be a short chapter especially since I'm only going to work on it for a couple of hours, sorry!!!

Hope y'all love it!!

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Lando looked at the clock above his ex-teammate's door. fuck, qualifying is about to start again.' The Brit knew he had to go, but he couldn't just leave and not tell Carlos anything.

He carefully pulled the older man off of him and placed him down gently. The McLaren driver looked around the room to find anything he could use as a note. Lando found a small sticky note with a pen alongside it, he picked them both up and began writing.

' I'll be back right after qualifying ends x. '

Lando looked at the note and shrugged, it's good enough. He tore it off the rest and placed it carefully onto a counter. Hopefully the spaniard would see it, Lando thought to himself.

The Brit looked at Carlos sleeping so peacefully. Gosh, he's gorgeous, how can one not be so stupidly head over heels for him? I mean, Lando definitely was by the way his heart is fluttering, butterflies swirling around in his stomach.

Lando could watch the spaniard forever, but he reminded himself about qualifying. He shook the thoughts out of his head and made his way to the door, looking back at the Ferrari driver. He'll be okay, he thought to himself as he closed the door, leaving Carlos now alone in the room.

The McLaren driver had to practically run to his garage to make sure he made it on time, which luckily he did. He quickly got in his car and began his qualifying lap. The Brit was doing amazing throughout Q1. He was lucky enough to make it through Q2 with P8, it wasn't good, but it was good enough to make it to Q3.

As time went by so did the quail session. As usual it was Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton out in first and second followed by, Charles Leclerc, Sergio Perez, and Daniel, the Brits new teammate.

Lando didn't mind starting P6 tomorrow, that's why when he was talking to his engineers about tomorrow he sounded more relaxed. But then he remembered, Carlos was still alone in his driver room.

Lando quickly excused himself and walked towards the Ferrari facility, as expected they let him in and the McLaren driver now found himself at the door of Carlos' driver room.

He knocked and opened the door, he saw Carlos on his phone.

- "Hey mate, feeling better?"

Lando asked as he closed the door behind him, making his way to Carlos. The Spanish driver looked up at the Brit and smiled.

- "Yeah way better, thank you for helping me relax. I'll make it up to you one day."

The Brit just shook his head and chuckled. He sat next to the older man and looked up towards him.

- "You don't have to do anything in return." Lando reassured him "It was my duty as a "friend" to help calm you down."

The spaniard smiled and pulled Lando into a hug. The Brits eyes widened, surprised by Carlos's love for physical touch today. Lando smiled and returned the hug, though the Brit tried to do everything in his power to not turn into a blushing mess he pulled away.