𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮, maisie

❝ skipping down 16th avenue. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

He gave me the week. The entire week, I haven't seen or heard about him. Apart from the race, our eyes haven't even batted an eye on each other.

I finished P2, behind George who finally got his first win of the season, he was just out of the podium. I did get points on him, but he's still leading the championship by a point.

After that, we got back to Monaco, where the race is this weekend by the way. I haven't seen him around at all, I'm not even sure he's in the country at this point.

In an hour marks the full one week. Knowing him, he'll probably show up at that exact time. Which is kind of stressing me out.

I need a distraction.

I went the whole week trying my best not to think about him. It wasn't that much of a success, but being alone for a bit to clear my hand was relieving.

I so want him back, It's what I want most right now. Yet, I have to think beyond us. Yes; we're both single, yes; we love each other, but no; the situation has not changed.

So, unfortunately, even if I promised to talk after that one week, I'll have to be stronger and push him away.

I'm stress walking around the house like an idiot, my phone in hand as I keep recording voice notes to Cecilee just blabbering about everything and nothing in order to distract myself.

I've been doing so for half an hour, she's going to kill me. Especially since she's at the headquarters, working on a strategy with Bono for the weekend.

Her last message reads; maisie, sweetie, i'll come round ur house later tonight so u can talk nonsense the whole night but please let me work on making you win this sunday now.

Okay. She's kind of right. I do need to do something though.

I've been to training already, simulator, massage therapist, I have nothing to do now. Nothing to distract me.

All of my friends are getting ready for the race weekend. Lando's in London and flying in tonight, Alex is at the gym, and George is at the simulator since I took it this morning. I need more friends.

Wait.

I have one more friend. One I made more recently in the past weeks. Beatrice. The flower girl.

I open my phone and search for her name, she texted me a couple days ago. I wasn't in the country obviously, but now I am.

BEATRICE

heyy
sorry i just got back to u
are u still up for that tour of the
city?

I pray she answers quickly, and accepts my offer. My leg shakes on its own, impatient as I wait for her response. Two minutes later, my phone dings.

heyy
i'm closing up in a couple minutes
u wanna meet me here?

i'll be there in ten minutes :)

see ya

She's nice. I like her already. I wonder if she ever googled me after the meet up. I never said anything about being known around, but I did slip in a few words of confusion when she didn't know who I was.

I hope she didn't. I'd like to feel normal for a few hours. She'll find out eventually, most probably by the end of the night, but it'd be fun, just for an hour at least, to be just Maisie.