𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞; oscar piastri ✔

PART THIRTY THREE

I've been unbearably busy and demotivated to do actually anything so once again my extended apologies for how long it's been since the last update </3 let's just say I still have a lot planned for this story so send your thoughts and prayers now before it gets angsty again

Word count; 2,707

Tomás

— June 9th, 2023. Sant'Agata Bolognese, Italy.

Annamaria greeted us from the veranda, embracing each of us as we were directed inside - part of a routine we were all used to by now; simple pleasantries before we sauntered to our separate rooms, unsure how much longer we wanted to spend in each other's company after being constricted to a plane for so long.

Except, reaching the door to my bedroom, I stopped short, glancing over the threshold beside it. Another chamber, one that always remained locked, connected to mine by the ensuite.

Pierre's room.

I sucked in a breath, turning towards the end of the corridor, where a cameriera was in the process of dusting different shelves and surfaces.

"Scusi," I beckoned, "Where is the key for this room kept?"

"Annamaria keeps all the keys downstairs." She answered politely. "Shall I fetch it for you?"

"Please."

"Certainly." She set her duster aside, picking at her skirts as she hurried down the hall.

I swallowed, unsure when my fists had started to clench. Behind me, Lando's voice surfaced, followed by Magui as they both approached their room. I used it to distract me; watching as she entered first and he loitered in the hallway, eyes filled with an glimmer I hadn't seen in a very, very long time. Though, as if feeling the prick of my stare, he regarded me, rolling his eyes the second I hinted at a smirk.

"I wasn't going to say anything," I excused, hands up defensively.

"You didn't have to." He crossed his arms together.

I closed the space between us, peering my head through the threshold, where Magui had already crashed onto the bed.

"I hope it suits your standards,"

She shot up, not expecting to see me, and smiled. "It is more than enough, thank you."

"I hope you know Lando snores."

"Shut up, no I don't." The McLaren driver riposted.

I looked back at Magui, mouthing the words he does, only for Lando's hand to thud the back of my head.

"What was that for?" Oscar interjected.

I turned immediately, unsure when he had appeared, my stomach warming from the mere sound of his voice.

"Taz was being a dick." Lando frowned, stepping inside his room.

"I wasn't!"

Oscar smirked, sensing I was lying straight through my teeth. I would've kept the ploy up, but that expression alone was already tackling every defense I was even capable of still having.

Lando probed, "When will Max be here?"

"Already bored of me, huh?" I teased.

"It was just a question." He rolled his eyes.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"You don't know or you don't remember?"

I huffed, prepared to snap back with another retort, but Oscar was quick to intervene, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Okay, ladies, that's enough."