𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴~ Lestappen

roommates

After their unexpectedly deep conversation at the restaurant, Max and Charles found themselves back at their hotel. It was late, and the dim lighting in the hotel lobby made everything feel oddly surreal, like they were in some strange dream where Formula 1 rivals suddenly became best friends.

Max and Charles were staying in the same room. Thanks to their teams.

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. As the elevator hummed its way up, an awkward silence filled the space. The events of the day still lingered, but they both knew better than to bring up anything too heavy now. Instead, Max broke the silence with a grin.

"You know, that restaurant was way too romantic. If anyone saw us, they’d think we were on a date."

Charles laughed, leaning against the elevator wall. "Yeah, I was half-expecting you to lean in for a kiss over dessert."

Max shot him a playful glare. "Hey, if you want a kiss, you’re going to have to buy me dinner next time."

Charles snorted. "I’ll keep that in mind."

They reached their floor and were now standing infront of their rooms.Charles pulled out the keycard and unlocked the door.

Charles began as they entered their room "Thanks for the talk, Max. And the food. Even if it did feel like a weird date."

Max shrugged. "No problem. We should do it again sometime. Without the candles, though."

Charles chuckled. "Deal."
  Time skip 

Just as Charles was about to lie in his bed, Max suddenly asked, "Hey, you want to hang out for a bit? I’m not really tired yet, and if i try to sleep, I’ll just end up staring at the ceiling thinking about racing."

Charles hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

With that Max jumped on Charles bed and relaxed.

Charles was  trying not to laugh at how relaxed Max looked. "You act like this is your bed "

Max grinned. "It is now. Besides, your bed is bigger. And softer. Definitely better than mine."

Charles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Except they’re exactly the same."

Max patted the space next to him. "Try it. I’m telling you, this one’s better."

Charles gave him a skeptical look that Max was telling him to try his own bed, but decided to humor him.

"Okay, maybe you’re right," Charles admitted. "This bed is nice."

"Told you," Max said smugly, folding his arms behind his head.

For a few moments, they both lay there in silence, staring up at the ceiling. It was strangely peaceful, considering they were two of the most competitive drivers in the world, lying side by side on a hotel bed like old friends at a sleepover.

"So," Max said after a while, "what do you do when you’re not racing or dealing with car issues?"

Charles thought for a moment. "I don’t know, man. I guess I try to relax, but it’s hard when all you can think about is the next race. Sometimes I just watch movies or play video games. What about you?"

"Same," Max said. "Though lately, I’ve been trying to take up some hobbies outside of racing. You know, like cooking or—"

Before Max could finish his sentence, the mattress shifted, and Max found himself sliding closer to Charles. The bed, it turned out, was too soft. Way too soft. In a move that could only be described as physics playing a cruel joke, Max suddenly lost his balance and toppled over—right on top of Charles.

"Whoa!" Max yelped, flailing as he landed chest-to-chest with Charles, his face inches from Charles’s.

Charles blinked in surprise, frozen for a moment. Then he burst out laughing. "Max, what the hell? Are you trying to hug me or wrestle me?"

Max, his cheeks flushing red, tried to push himself off, but the bed was so soft that he just ended up flopping around like a fish out of water. "I swear this wasn’t intentional! Your stupid bed is too soft!"

Charles, still laughing, tried to help Max get off him, but that only made things worse. Their limbs tangled together in the process, and they both ended up in a heap, gasping for breath between fits of laughter.

"This… is ridiculous," Charles managed to say between laughs. "We look like… a couple of idiots."

Max, finally finding some balance, rolled off Charles and onto his back, still laughing. "You’re not wrong. If anyone walked in right now, they’d think we were having a pillow fight or something."

Charles wiped a tear from his eye. "You’re the one who decided to test the laws of physics on my bed."

Max grinned, still catching his breath. "Hey, you were the one who didn’t believe me when I said it was softer."

They both lay there for a moment, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. The tension from earlier had completely melted away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie that neither of them had expected.

Charles turned his head to look at Max, a smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know, for someone who’s always so serious on the track, you’re pretty clumsy off it."

Max laughed. "Only when the universe decides to play tricks on me. But hey, at least we didn’t break anything."

Charles snorted. "Just my dignity, maybe."

Max grinned, turning his head to look at Charles. "Yeah, but who needs dignity when you’ve got a story like this?"

They both laughed again, the kind of laughter that only comes from being caught in a ridiculous situation. When the laughter finally subsided, they lay there in comfortable silence, the kind that comes when you’ve shared something absurd with someone else.

Eventually, Max spoke up, his tone softer now. "You know, Charles, I’m glad we did this. Not just the dinner, but this whole… talking thing. It’s good to know that even when things suck, there’s someone who gets it."

Charles nodded, his smile fading into something more sincere. "Yeah, me too. It’s easy to forget that we’re all in this together, even when we’re competing. I’m glad we had this, uh, bonding experience."

Max chuckled. "Me too. Even if it did involve me falling on top of you."

Charles rolled his eyes playfully. "Let’s just not make it a habit, okay?"

Max smirked. "No promises."

With that, they both settled back into the pillows, the weight of the day finally lifting off their shoulders. For the first time in a long time, they weren’t just rivals. They were friends—two guys who’d found common ground, even if it was on a ridiculously soft hotel bed.

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