Snow on the Beach- Formula 1

13

"Oh my god, I feel like shit." I complained when I met up with Daniel the next morning for breakfast.

"If it makes you feel any better I know for a fact that Daniil, Max, and Carlos are all probably throwing up their guts in their hotel room right now. If they even managed to make it back." We both laughed over their misfortunes before the waitress came up to grab our orders. He ordered waffles while I ordered pancakes so of course an argument had to happen.

"Waffles? Are you what, five years old?" I teased him, watching his face go red in embarrassment.

"Oh yeah, and pancakes are so mature?" He snapped back fast.

"Sure they are," I argued before brushing our playful argument off as Carlos and Max both arrived at our table.

"Good morning sleepyheads!" I tried acting enthusiastic like I didn't also have a killer hangover. 

They groaned in response before flopping onto their chairs and ordered themselves coffees to make it through our flights later, which we all agreed to try and coordinate together.

"So where are we all going?" I asked the group a bit later into our meal like a mother trying to control her three crazy little boys.

Daniel was heading to Monaco, Carlos was going back home before his home race, and Max and I coincidentally shared the same destination of London for some work. So he ended up agreeing to stay at my house in while we searched for an apartment for him there.

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"Oh you just look like you're having a lovely day," I told Max sarcastically later when we both met in the hotel lobby a few hours later waiting for our ride to the airport.

"At least I'm not going home these next couple of weeks, I'm just dead tired too." He told me, and I took a little pity on him. He was only just a rookie of course.

"Hey if you ever need to just get away, there's always America Max." I tried to stay serious before I started laughing before he also joined me. Max was a good kid, I already had it made up in my mind. He going to go far. Before he could respond, our car pulled up and we jumped in together.

The ride to the airport was short and quiet, but it was comfortable silence in a way that I liked.

"So what's it feel like to be another year older?" Max later asked politely, he didn't know that I had been dreading my birthdays for a long time. He imminently clocked the sad look on my face when the words left his mouth. "What's up? What's wrong? Is it Daniel?"

"What?!" I snapped out of my trance fast.

"What! It just seemed like you and Daniel were like a thing I guess," He shrugged.

"Shut the fuck up!" I shh-ed him loudly like we were in a library, even though we were just in the private terminal. "How on earth did you ever come to that conclusion?"

"You always look at each other like you're both in love! Daniel's always talking about you, so I just thought! Sorry, jesus." Max grumbled while his words clicked in head. Daniel talked about me?

We moved back into silence before I admitted, "Oh and the reason I don't like my birthdays is because of how old I am."

"But you're only 28?" He questioned.

"And you're only what, 19? Guess who has a contract next year?"

"Fine I'm 17." He mumbled, embarrassed. "But there's no need to worry, Red Bull has to sign you again Alessia."

"Thanks," I said, reassured a bit. "And by the way I wish I could be your age and in F1. Holy shit, I don't even think I was in the British F3 until I was maybe 21?"

"What took you so long?" He asked curiously, the conversation had quickly devolved into a history lesson.

"I was very indecisive about my future, as many are of course. Just not when you're a race car driver. I loved dance but I loved racing even more. And after that decsion I had to finally nail my league down, but I think my Dad would've risen from the grave if I had chosen Nascar or IndyCar."

"Oh yeah, I believe our father's drove one of the same years, maybe 1994?" He recalled, but he didn't look as happy as while he mentioned his father.

"Yeah because that was his last year, he had to retire that winter because he got really sick. He uh-" I paused, trying not to cry. "He died two years later."

"Oh I'm so sorry Leis."

"It was a really long time you're fine," I assured him, getting carried away by a man who died when I was merely nine. "But he definitely pushed me."

I looked at Max to still if he still listening, "I don't even know why I'm telling you this, I don't even talk with my mom about this." I pitied only myself really, because who could've been this pathetic?

"Yeah my father really pushes me too," he relates politely. "I'm sure you've seen him around the paddock, arguing with Carlos's dad or whatnot."

I try and chuckle a little bit but the mood is ruined. 

We both hate our Dads in one way or another.

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After a long flight of gossiping and revealing our secrets for some reason, we finally landed in London and quickly got into another car to take us to my house back in Stevenage. I was absolutely exhausted , but since it was only 3 o'clock I had to make it through the rest day being a glorified real estate agent for Max now.

"Wait you can't even own a house yet, why the hell are we coming here?" I realized that Max was still only a bratty little seventeen year old.

"Pshhh, I turn 18 in September!" He argued, to which I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yeah right, if I were you I'd just move to Monaco asap."

"Whatever, we're still going to look at places today," He got the last word in before he went into the guest bedroom to unpack his things and change into a more suitable clothes.

The rest of the day was pretty good with Max and I touring places from London to Stevenage to Milton Keynes of course. And by the end of the day we decided to stop in a local Italian restaurant that I always used to take my little brothers to.

After I had greeted the owners of the restaurant and Max and I had sat down and began to order. I heard some commotion from behind me.

"Oh shit Alessia, you're not gonna believe this!" Max almost giggled in glee. I whipped my head around to of course find the one man that I did not want to see.

Lewis fucking Hamilton, again.

Does this man have anything better to do?

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A/N- Im gonna need a mourning period because wtf redbull? My Danny 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

This was lowkey a filler (which I hate writing) but ill get to the juicy stuff next