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

" by his side... " - 26

~ another time skip MY BADDD

(Also why r people hating on Carlos for celebrating with his former team like what 😭)

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The energy at the Miami Grand Prix was electrifying, with the track lined with fans and the ocean-blue skies complementing the excitement of race day. The drivers, clearly exhilarated, exchanged grins and fist bumps as they headed toward their cars. This year’s event looked bigger and better than ever, from the shining cars lined up on the grid to the roaring fans filling every inch of the stands.

As the engines hummed and helmets were adjusted, the anticipation was palpable. Crofty’s voice cut through the tension with a familiar, energetic call as the five red lights went out.

- "It’s lights out, and away we go!"

he roared, setting the tone for what was bound to be an unforgettable race.

The start saw a smooth yet intense first few corners as drivers jostled for position, careful yet aggressive as they maneuvered through the initial turns. It was a close race from the beginning, but things soon heated up as everyone settled into their rhythm. By the middle of the race, however,

Lando had managed an impressive feat: he was leading, much to the crowd’s delight. Fans cheered wildly, the noise nearly deafening as Lando’s orange McLaren soared ahead. His lead, however, wasn’t uncontested, as Carlos and Oscar battled fiercely just a few cars behind.

The battle between Carlos and Oscar was intense, with neither willing to give an inch. Their wheel-to-wheel fight for position had everyone on the edge of their seats. At one point, Carlos nudged Oscar’s right wing slightly, causing Oscar to drop to P18, but it propelled Carlos up to P4. Although intense, both drivers continued, showing the kind of tenacity that had everyone talking about the Miami Grand Prix.

As the race unfolded, Lando continued to dominate the track, his lead growing with each lap. Every overtake, every precision turn, had the crowd cheering him on, hopeful for what could be his very first Formula One victory.

When the final laps approached, the fans’ excitement peaked. Crofty’s voice could hardly contain the emotion, sensing the history that was about to be made.

- "Lando has landed! He wins for the first time in Formula One! He wins the Miami Grand Prix!"

Crofty exclaimed, his voice filled with unbridled excitement.

The McLaren pit wall erupted in cheers and applause, and the team jumped in celebration, unable to hold back their excitement as their driver crossed the line. Lando’s radio crackled with elation as his engineer shouted,

- “Yes, Lando! You did it! You’ve won!”

Lando's own joy was evident, his voice slightly shaky from adrenaline and happiness as he yelled back,

- "We did it, guys! I can’t believe it! Thank you, thank you so much! I love you all! Oh my.. we did it Will! WE DID ITT!!"

In the end, Charles Leclerc crossed the line to take third, with Max Verstappen finishing second, making it a podium filled with rivalries and respect. As Lando pulled into the pit, he could hardly wait to leap out of his car.

The moment he was out, he sprinted toward his team, jumping into their arms as they lifted him up and cheered, practically throwing him in the air. Lando laughed, his face glowing with joy as he embraced everyone. This was the moment he had dreamt of since joining the grid.

As he turned to celebrate with the other drivers, he hugged Daniel Ricciardo, Charles, and even Max, who gave him a friendly nod of approval. But Lando’s eyes kept glancing around, clearly searching for someone in particular. When he spotted Carlos, his face lit up even more. The two embraced tightly, and Carlos leaned in, whispering softly into his ear,