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

" light-hearted moments... " - 33

~just found out the F1 break ends right whenever I start my Thanksgiving break 🙏🏽🙏🏽

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It was a peaceful Saturday night, and Carlos had spent the evening in quiet solitude, knowing Lando had gone out for his early birthday celebration. Carlos, exhausted from a busy week, had decided to stay in and relax, enjoying the stillness of the apartment. He curled up on the bed with a book, and the only sound in the room was the occasional rustle of pages turning.

Meanwhile, Lando was out partying with his friends, including Max and his girlfriend, celebrating a bit early before their upcoming trip to Spain. It was supposed to be a fun, carefree night, and that’s exactly what it turned into—until Lando returned home, a little worse for wear.

The door to the apartment suddenly burst open, and Carlos, already a little groggy from sleep, could hear the loud voices and laughter coming from the living room. Lando, along with Max and a handful of friends, stumbled inside.

Carlos sighed softly, pushing the blankets off and making his way to the door to see what was going on.

He opened the door, stepping out into the hallway, and was greeted with a surprised silence as the group took in his presence. Lando, drunk and grinning wide, made his way to Carlos and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

Carlos couldn’t help but smile, despite the sudden chaos. Only Max knew about the relationship, so everyone else’s confused expressions were a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Lando, still holding Carlos’s hand, gave him a soft squeeze and smiled at him affectionately. Carlos, despite the unexpected party, greeted everyone politely, but he could feel the weight of exhaustion in his bones. He needed rest.

- “I think I’m going to go back to bed,”

Carlos said with a yawn, rubbing his eyes.

- “It’s been a long day.”

Lando pouted, his slightly slurred words not entirely intelligible.

- “Nah, just stay. It’ll be fun. You can party with us.”

Carlos shook his head, amused but firm.

- “You’ll regret this in the morning. And also, you’re going to have to tell your friends soon. They’re bound to figure it out eventually.”

Lando sighed, clearly not caring at the moment, but Carlos could see the hint of concern in his eyes. With a soft chuckle, Lando let Carlos go.

- “Alright, go rest, grumpy,”

he muttered, then turned back to his friends.

Carlos retreated back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He settled into bed, hoping to get at least a few hours of sleep. As the night wore on, the sounds of laughter and chatter gradually died down as the party came to an end.

Carlos could hear the front door open and close as everyone trickled out, the apartment growing quiet again. A few moments later, Lando stumbled into the room and flopped down next to Carlos.

Carlos smiled softly as he closed the book he had been reading and turned off the bedside lamp. He listened to the soft sound of Lando’s breathing, already deep in sleep, as he adjusted himself against the pillows. Despite the chaos of the night, Carlos felt a sense of calm. Lando was home, and that was enough for him.

The morning came all too soon, and Lando woke up with a pounding headache. He groaned as he rubbed his temples, the room spinning a little as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. He got up and went through his morning routine, though the effort felt like a monumental task. As he sat on the couch, he realized that Carlos wasn’t around.