POV LANDO
As Lando stepped out from the airpot, the spanish air filled his lungs.
He closed his eyes for a moment and just stood there, taking in the warmth of the sun.
"Can we go or are you planing to stand there all day?"
He quickly opened his and looked to his side.
"What? Are you so shocked of seeing me?"
Carlos laughed.
God, how much I missed that laugh..
"You didn't say that you would pick me up.."
He said, feeling a bit embarressed.
"And? Did I have to?" He smiled softly.
"No, I just..wasn't expecting it. That's all"
"Is it so strange when someone picks up his best friend from the airpot?"
Friend..
These word were echoing in Lando's mind.
It felt like a little knife had cut him right through his heart.
"Come on" Carlos patted him on his shoulder.
"If you want to stay here.." he looked back at Lando with an amused expression.
"No, no"
Carlos laughed.
They got into Carlos' Ferrari and he started the engine.
"Your car is almost as lound as mine" Lando tried to tease him.
"Nah, I guess mine is a little louder"
"No, no, no. My McLaren is louder that your Ferrari"
"Nah. I don't think so"
Carlos looked at Lando.
Lando felt his cheeks get hot.
He looked down at his hands quickly, trying to hide his blush.
Carlos chuckled. "Cute"
Landos head snapped up to Carlos as he said that.
"Sorry.." he added quieter.
"It's fine.." Lando looked back down, but his cheeks were burining now and his heart racing.
God, how am I suppost to survive a whole week?!
At Carlos' Family house, he opened his door and got out of the car.
He loved their house. It was so big and just beautiful.
"And? Still in love with my house?!" Carlos chuckled as he saw how Lando admired the big house.
"Yup" he answered and went to the trunk to grap his things.
"Don't even think about it" Carlos came from behind and pulled Lando's hand away.
"I'll take it"
Ok, that was hot..Lando stop!
Lando mentally drowned in the depth of these dark brown eyes.
"No, It's okay. I ca-"
"No, It's not okay. You're my guest and I'll make sure that you can relax"
Lando chuckled.
