Max Verstappen x OC
"You and I
It's more than like
L and an O and I'm yeah-yeah, yeah
You-ou and I-I
It's more than like
What's after like?"
When two equally awkward people realize they like each other, but don't know how to continue forward.
***IRL...
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"You and I
It's more than like
L and an O and I'm yeah-yeah, yeah
You-ou and I-I
It's more than like"
—(IVE, After like)
"Is that it? Four years... for what? You're letting this go so easily? Just a small little argument? Over what, hm?"
Her eyes twinkled with tears and regret, her face swollen with agony. She stood with her legs crossed in front of him, their bodies facing each other, the distance between them growing wider with every word. The wind moved through her voluminous hair, swirling it around her face. She couldn't bring herself to say anything else; the wind spoke her emotions, the leaves falling as the chill of autumn crept closer.
Her feet were glued to the pavement, and the golden streetlamp above her illuminated her face, reminding her of why she had fallen in love with those eyes at first sight.
She felt the urge to run to him, to close the distance and hold him, to show him everything she wanted to say.
But as soon as she moved, she began to walk toward him, and he began to do the opposite.
Now, it was just her and the cold autumn day. The leaves, once dancing in the wind, had fallen still. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the world around her had changed. Everything bloomed with new life. A new beginning.
This story is a work of fiction. I only own the storyline and any original elements introduced. I do not own the F1 franchise or any of the official teams, drivers, or logos. I only own the storyline and original elements introduced. This work is intended for entertainment purposes only.
