Blurred lines - Lando Norris

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Lando's POV

I jumped out of the car, took my helmet off and put it on the table in the garage with the loudest bang.

"Calm down mate" Jon said as he looked at me.

"Calm down? This isn't a car, this is a fucking tractor" I pointed at the car, or the orange tractor.

I've been with this team for years, I'm loyal to this team but I was seriously doubting that decision right now.

It's been years and they still gave me this carrot of a car.

It's only a practice session right now but I already know that we will not get passed Q1.

Yes, it's that bad.

"When are they gonna give me a car that's actually competitive?" I ran my fingers through my hair, looked back at Jon who shrugged and looked around.

"Like I said, calm down, there are cameras everywhere" he put his hand on my back.

I shook my head, unzipped my racing suit and let it hang down my waist before walking to the hospitality.

I didn't care that there were cameras everywhere, they already knew I didn't care what they thought.
I was fed up with this car, team, the stupid questions.

I was wasting my best years here, at this team, in this carrot car.

"Where are you going? It's time for your interviews" Josie, my PR manager said as she walked after me.

Yeah I definitely wasn't in the mood for that. At all.

"Can't be bothered" I grumbled.

"Well, me neither, but you have to" she sighed, it wasn't be easy for her lately and I take the blame for that. I was horrible lately.

"We're gonna make this quick" I followed her to the media pen and once again, I could hear her sigh. "As always" she muttered.

She was right about that. I always answered two question per journalist, one sentence answers.

One word if it was possible.

"Lando, looks like it's gonna be a difficult weekend again" one of the journalists asked. "How is the car feeling?"

"Not good"

"Uh-can you elaborate a bit more? What do you think is wrong with the car?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, I'm not an engineer, but a lot"

I didn't want for him to ask me another question, I just walked to the next journalist, who pretty much asked me the same questions.

And I answered them with the same answers.

"You do realize that with those kind of answers, everyone will hate you, right?" Josie said as we were walking back to the hospitality.

I just shrugged. I didn't care if I was honest. They were already writing nasty things about me, the car, the team.

And they were gonna continue until we had a decent car. My answers weren't gonna change that.

I got changed into my normal clothes again, couldn't be bothered with the teamkit lately.

I wasn't proud to wear that, I was embarrassed to be a part of this team.

So I was wearing my hoodie and a baggy jeans.

I was actually hurrying outside the paddock, I didn't want another journalist to ask me a question.

"Excuse me" someone said, pushing me away with her shoulder. "Watch out, will you?"

"I am sorry" she looked behind her with a smile. She had a cute smile with dimples in her cheeks.

She stopped walking and looked at me. "You look like you might need this" she said as she held up a bottle of champagne.

The champagne we get when we finish on the podium, which for me, has been a very long time.

I had no idea how she got those.

"One bottle might not be enough" I joked.

"Fortunately for you..." she said, showing me another bottle that she was holding in her other hand. "I have two"

I chuckled. "And who are you?"

"The champagne fairy" she gestured to follow her. "Let's go grumpy ass"