𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦/ LANDO NORRIS FANFICTION

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕤

---𝕍𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕒'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍---

As Arthur and I make our way through the paddock, he's constantly being stopped. Fans eagerly ask for autographs and selfies, and I can't help but smile at the excitement that surrounds him. It reminds me of how much this world means to so many people. I even get stopped a few times myself, mostly by those who recognize me from social media or from being tagged in pictures with the drivers. My presence online might be popular, but it's nothing compared to the recognition these drivers get.

We finally reach the Ferrari motorhome, and Arthur gives me a small wave as he heads off to his commitments. I navigate through the maze of people until I find Charles in his room, seated with his head buried in some race data.

"Viv!" Charles's face lights up when he sees me, and before I can say a word, he's up and pulling me into one of his signature tight embraces. In that moment, the weight of my worries—the anxieties about Lando, the pressure of school—seem to melt away. It's like all those years ago when I would sneak out of the house after my parents' fights and head straight to Charles. He was always my safe place. I hold onto him tightly, savouring the familiarity.

"Hey, Charles," I murmur softly, my voice laced with comfort.

---ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕤'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍---

The moment I see Viviana walk through the door, my heart skips a beat. It's been so long since I've seen her, and somehow, in all this time, she hasn't changed. She looks exactly like she did the last time she was here—strong, beautiful, yet with that quiet vulnerability I've always admired in her.

As soon as I stand up and hug her, I can feel the tension in her shoulders melt away. It takes me back to those nights when she'd come to me after a rough fight with her parents, seeking comfort. It was always me she'd turn to, and that meant something—something more than just friendship, though she'd never realized it.

"I'm glad you're here, Viv," I say, my arms still wrapped around her. I'm careful not to show too much in my voice, but the truth is, I've missed her more than I should.

She pulls back slightly, smiling up at me. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Her presence alone feels like a victory. We've been through so much, yet here we are, like no time has passed. But even as we talk, there's a lingering tension in the room, and I can sense it. I know it's about Lando, and I want to ease her into the subject.

"Lando was asking about you," I say casually, trying to gauge her reaction.

Her face tightens slightly, and I can see the frustration and guilt flash in her eyes before she manages to compose herself. "Of course he was," she mutters under her breath, her voice sharp.

I didn't expect that response, but I get it. Things between them had ended so badly, and I know she carries that weight.

"He's not mad, you know," I say gently, trying to ease her mood. "He just—he cares, Viv."

"I don't want to talk about it," she snaps, more at herself than at me. I can see she's angry at the situation, at how things went down, at herself for how she handled it.

"Okay, okay," I say, backing off. I don't push her any further, knowing she needs space. But I can't help but feel a tug of jealousy. Lando still holds a part of her heart, and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to reach that part.

For now, I'm just glad she's here, with me.

---𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍---

Before practice one, Charles had casually dropped the bombshell: Viviana was coming today. Just like old times. As soon as the words left his mouth, my heart started racing. I hadn't seen her in three years, not since that night when she pushed me away—told me to fuck off in front of everyone. Even though she hurt me, I've never stopped thinking about her.

I miss her. More than I care to admit.

Viviana had been my best friend, the one person who knew me inside and out. And, as much as I try to act like I'm over it, like I've moved on, there's always this part of me that will have something for her. It's like she's etched into my mind, lingering in the background no matter how much time passes.

I think about her often—how misunderstood she is, how hurt. People see the confident girl, the one with the bright smile and quick wit. But I know better. She let me in, showed me the cracks in her armor. I know the darkness she hides from everyone else. Sure, Charles knows bits and pieces—she's told him some things—but he doesn't know everything. Not like I do.

"Oi, Lando? Are you even listening?" Oscar's voice cuts through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.

"Huh? Yeah, sorry," I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck, trying to shake off the weight of my thoughts.

Oscar stops mid-stride and gives me a look, one eyebrow raised. "You're worried about Viviana, aren't you?"

I hesitate, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I—I don't know," I admit quietly. It feels strange, even saying her name out loud after so long. There's this flood of emotions I can't control, and I hate it. I've spent years trying to convince myself I'm over her, that she doesn't have this hold on me anymore. But the truth is, she does.

Oscar doesn't say anything for a moment, just watches me, probably reading me better than I'd like. "You miss her," he says, not as a question but as a fact.

I scoff, trying to brush it off. "I mean, yeah, she was my best friend. Of course, I miss her." But even as I say it, I know it's more than that. It's always been more than just friendship. I felt something for her back then, something real. And now, seeing her again after all this time... I don't know what to expect.

Oscar smirks, clearly seeing through my bullshit. "Look, man, I don't know what went down between you two, but you should talk to her. Clear the air."

I shake my head, my jaw tightening. "It's not that simple."

"It never is," Oscar replies with a shrug, "but it doesn't mean you shouldn't try."

I stay silent, my mind racing. Viviana is coming, and whether I'm ready or not, I'll be seeing her soon. Maybe I want to talk to her. Maybe I don't. But what I do know is that the minute I see her, everything's going to come rushing back. All the memories, the good times, the hurt, the confusion—it's all going to hit me like a tidal wave.

"Come on, let's get to the garage," Oscar says, breaking the tension with a nudge. I follow him, but my thoughts are miles away, locked on one person.