𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, maisie

❝ but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages? ❞
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I just came back from a meeting with Toto where he yelled at me for my behavior at the drivers debrief of last week.

It's nothing new to me. I always get yelled at by Toto after anything I do. That's how our relationship works. I do something out of the norm and he yells at me for it.

It's like the time Checo and I had a fight and I almost jumped him in the FIA garage. Someone filmed us and posted it on social media, that's the only reason I even got yelled at.

As amazingly PR trained I am in front of the cameras, I am definitely not behind. And honestly, at this point I couldn't care less. I didn't get my World Championship by being nice and respectful.

I didn't get here by being nice and respectful either. So if anyone has a problem with how I act and who I am, they can fuck themselves.

Anyway, I still haven't showered since training. I trained from eleven till two, had lunch and continued to the office to work on the simulator for about another three and a half hours.

Then had a meeting with the strategists, followed by my favorite part of the day, Toto's yell.

I just walked Willow and am finally settling in now. Blake is coming over in about an hour. I need to talk to Olive and shower before he gets here.

I start by calling her since I'm heading for the kitchen first to get a glass of water.

She answers almost immediately, "Hey, Liv." I greet. "Can we talk?" I'm in need of venting and advice and she's the most rational and smart woman I know.

"I'm not so sure, can you give me half an hour?" She tells, worrying me as her voice sounds heavy.

"Why? What's up?" I frown to myself as I put her on speaker and put the phone down to pour myself some water.

"The guys just lost a game where they all played like shit except for Pep, I need to cheer him up." She answers, the guys being the team of FC Barcelona and Pep being her boyfriend, the one and only Pedri González. "And I'm not saying that because he's my boyfriend, he genuinely gave his all on that pitch." I believe that because I saw her yell at him the last time he played like shit with her whole heart.

Olive has grown quite a bit in those eight years. She's become one of the best business woman around the world with two businesses under her wing and a third to come I think, is a world renowned model, and an assistant coach at FC Barcelona.

Now all of that is not unusual at all.

What might strike someone is that Olive Maria Larsen El Helou — Yeah, she changed her last name, adding her mother's to the mix — has a boyfriend.

Not just any boyfriend. Pedri González López, the star of FC Barcelona. Now, I don't know if her job in the team is linked to him or not but knowing her, it isn't. Her work is something she takes very seriously. And her intelligence doesn't need her to get a job from her boyfriend. Why she took it though is a mystery. But she seems to like it.

What I'm trying to say is that little Liv has grown up, a lot. But not to worry, her attitude is very much the same, if not worse. Except when it comes to Pedri, it scares me how mushy she is all around him.

I get back to our conversation. "No, I know, don't worry about it." I reassure. I'll just shower then call her.

"I'll call you back."

"Say hard luck to Pedri from me." I say before hanging up.

I put my now empty cup in the sink and walk out to shower. I head upstairs, my phone in hand, scrolling through my playlists, deciding on music. Showering without music is just wrong, it's not up for debate.