NOTHING IN THIS WORLD// MAX VERSTAPPEN

SIXTEEN

SIXTEEN

"Can I just kidnap you and keep you?"

Arthur Leclerc grinned as he sat on the kitchen counter in the apartment of George Russell, his big sister laughing lightly as she moved around him, having decided to bake a cake before they were supposed to travel to the hotel that they were staying at, for the next Grand Prix.

"They would hunt you down, besides, why do that when you've got me all the time now anyway?"

Ocean Walker spoke with a small smile upon her face, since her little brother was determined to stay with her the whole time until they made it to their hotel, helping her pack, making her breakfast so that she could shower, and stealing all the cake batter before she could put it in the oven.

His hands were bright red from the amount of times that she had slapped them, trying to get him to stop stealing all of the cake batter.

His signature grin meaning that he would continue to do so.

"Yeah, but I like it when you're with me all the time! Now you spend most of the time with our brother and Alex and the others and then I miss you." Arthur released a small whine, feeling like his big sister should hang out with him more, if only to keep stealing everything that she baked.

She had only been baking a couple of months, but she had suddenly gained the passion to do so when she had time away from studying, so she did. She did Vegan recipes for herself and non Vegan versions for her brothers.

It may or may not have had something with stopping certain Leclerc's stealing from her bowls before she had completed them, but it didn't matter. They both took from them both anyway.

"Dude, you're messing up the marble pattern! Remove your hands from the batter before I break them, idiot!" The Walker girl raised her voice slightly, slapping his hands once again as she began to pour her batter in to their respective cake tins, concentrating as she slowly moved it around until it was perfect and how she wanted it.

She didn't have a special occasion but she thought that it would be nice for her to turn up to the Grand Prix with a cake, though it would depend on who she gave it to.

If they crashed in to anybody, no cake. If they drove dangerously and put themselves at risk, no cake. If they were a bitch to others, no cake. If they punched anybody, definitely no cake.

Once the cakes were complete, the two siblings began to box them both up so that they could set off on their long journey that they would take together, hoping to get some sleep on the flight.

"Can I make a bet that Max gets no cake?"

"Max always gets cake, shut up or you're not getting any." Ocean rolled her eyes teasingly at her little brother as they got closer and closer to their destination.

"Atlantic, that's not fair! I helped make them!"

"Oh, you did? Well, I'm Andrew Garfield!"

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"This is amazing."

Max Verstappen spoke in enjoyment as he held a piece of cake within his grasp, the flavor being  perfectly balanced. His eyes sparkled as he stared at the woman who had made it who was watching his reaction closely.

"There's a lot less than when I started, because Arthur stole just less than half before we arrived here."

Ocean Walker laughed with a gleeful smile upon her face as she spoke to the Dutch man, having decided to spend the race in his garage for the very first time.