Blurred lines - Lando Norris

25.

He looked good, oh did he look handsome.

He was wearing his team outfit, nothing special, I saw him in that same outfit a lot of times already but for some reason, today was different.

Maybe because his curls were perfect, maybe because he didn't button up the last two buttons of his shirt.

Or maybe because he had hot scratches in his neck.

Wait, why did he have those? Did that blonde girl do that? Fuck, I didn't want to think about that.

He definitely was about to tell me not to like his pictures from way back.
He obviously saw it.

"Just a heads up, they're definitely gonna ask you about our fighting on track" he said.

Okay, maybe this was going in an entire different direction.

"Okay?" I shrugged.

"They think you're pretty aggressive, maybe a little bit too aggressive" he nodded at the conference room behind him.

"Yeah whatever, I'm not aggressive at all"

He tilted his head at that, twitching his eye a little.

"Do you think I'm aggressive?" I asked.

"Well yeah, I had to avoid a crash a few times"

I scoffed. "I didn't ask you to do that, just race me like you would race anyone else"

"I can't do that" he said a bit more soft.

"Why not?"

"Because you are not like anyone else"

It took me off guard a little.

"But I am though, I'm just a friend, remember?"

A lie, we were way more than that and he knew it. Even though he would probably never admit to that.

Friends didn't cuddle each other late at night. Friends didn't look at each other the way we did.

But he didn't respond to that. He grabbed my hand, held it for a couple of seconds, squeezing it.

I glanced up at him, ran my thumb along his a couple of times and he swallowed heavy.

He put his hand on my chin, lifted it up and looked at me.

He still didn't say anything, just kept his eyes on me, blinked a few times then let me go.

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The journalists did ask me about my aggressive racingstyle. Asked if I got influenced by Max.

No I didn't.

Asked if Red Bull asked me to.

No they didn't.

Then one clever journalist pointed out that it was only when I was racing Lando, asked me if he was the reason.

And we had a winner.

Not that I was gonna admit to that, but he was correct. I didn't want Lando to get passed me. I would rather crash.

But I had to tone it down a bit. I realized that and even if I didn't realized it before, my dad would make sure of it.

He was giving me a lecture for about half an hour now. I was standing in his office, he was going on and on about how I should drive with my head.

Yeah I'm sorry dad, I was too busy driving with my heart.

"Yeah I got it now, I will be more careful" I rolled my eyes. The only reason why he was lecturing me now was because Ryle wasn't here.

Ryle would never allow my dad to talk to me this way. Yell at me this way. 

"Can I go now? I really want to get some rest" I already walked backwards to the door.

He sighed, waved his hand in the air. "Whatever Alix. Just don't crash"

As if I was actually planning on doing that.

I wasn't gonna adjust my driving style though, but I was sure Lando was. He was finally gonna race me like he would race anyone else.

Why was I kinda excited for that?