We're just friends...or are we.? |[ carlando]|

" distance.. " - 11

~ hello my lovely people. I finally found motivation to write 👀

Also just a reminder this story is not that highly accurate!!! There will be fake people as well as fake race results!!

Enjoy 🏎️!!

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The air in the paddock was filled with loud buzzing, chatter, yelling, and loud engines running. It was finally time for the Spanish grand prix. The Spaniard home race..

Lando was running late to the national anthem so he had to practically run. He hopped over the small barrier and stood next to some of the other drivers. Catching his breath he heard another British voice pop out.

- "mate, where were you? You were almost late."

The Brit looked towards his right and saw George Russell, the other British driver and his friend since he was also a 2019 rookie. Lando just huffed and shrugged.

- "I know, I know, my alarm didn't go off."

The Mercedes driver laughed softly and looked back forward. They both smiled and shook their heads.

- "well, glad you could make it on time- okay now shh.-"

The national anthem began playing. The Brit carefully looked forward as did the other drivers. Carlos and Fernando were the ones in front as it is their home race and they both are the favorites for today.

The Brit made small eye contact with the Spanish driver, giving him a small smile. Carlos returned the small smile back to the British driver.

As the Spanish national anthem ended all the drivers were released to go back to their cars. Lando was waiting for the Spaniard to be able to wish him good luck but he didn't see him. Lando was a bit confused so he turned back around and headed back to his garage.

And what a surprise.

He spotted Carlos, with who? Charles Leclerc. The Brit never cared about who Carlos was friends with but when it came to Charles.. something in him just sparked. The younger man never understood this feeling.

Lando walked rather slowly when passing by the two Ferrari drivers. He couldn't help but stare at the Spaniard, I mean. Who can blame him, honestly. But Lando's attention was drawn somewhere else.

He saw the way Carlos laughed at every little thing that Charles said, even though it wasn't funny. Though, lando knew Charles was with Max. He saw the way Carlos looked at Charles, those darn puppy eyes.

Carlos saw lando passing by, I guess the Brit saw as well because he was quick to change his facial expression to a soft smile. What surprised him was that Carlos didn't return the smile, just a little nod.

The Brits heart crushed at his little nonchalant move. He was quick to speed walk away and just in time, his engineers began telling him to get in his car. Lando quickly zipped his race suit up and got into his car, not wasting any time just wanting to get the race over with.

Lando lined up for the Spanish Grand Prix, starting from P7, determined to make his mark on the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya. The lights went out, and he immediately got a solid launch, weaving his way through the first few corners.

By lap ten, he was in P6, expertly managing his tires while keeping a close eye on the cars ahead. His McLaren's pace was impressive, and he strategically timed his pit stop to undercut a rival, rejoining the track in P5 and setting his sights on the podium.

Meanwhile, Carlos faced a daunting challenge from P20. The home crowd cheered him on as he made a lightning start, expertly navigating through the pack on the opening laps. The Spaniard displayed skill and tenacity, climbing up to P12 by the midway point of the race.