𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚, maisie/charles

❝ no more keepin' score now, i just keep you warm. ❞
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Maisie

That was my dumbest race ever. I could have easily won it. I had my mind set on getting Charles though that I completely forgot about who was behind me.

I did finish ahead of him. I have the lead to the Championship back, and he lost the bet. Which means I can ask of him whatever I want.

Do I ask him for that date and choose myself over everything else?

Or do I actually ask him for distance?

Maybe distance is the better thing. I mean, look at us now. We both just lost a race that was guaranteed to either of us because we were too caught up in each other.

We haven't even started dating yet and we've fucked both our races by focusing on each other. It could become much more dangerous later.

I don't want that. But I can't not have him. Not after that kiss. How did I ever leave those lips? It's a mental fucker this whole thing.

I've just finished my stand up interviews and got changed. I am now walking to the press conference where just me, Max and Charles will be present with my PR manager by my side.

Monaco is usually the type of race where you would go out and party hard afterwards. But honestly, not this year.

I'll just stay home with my uncle and his wife and daughter. I haven't seen them in a while, they didn't come much after having Clari. But now that she's getting older, they're starting to come more and more again.

We stop at the door to the meeting room and just as I'm about to go in and get this over with, he stops me. "If anyone asks you about what this means for the championship—"

I cut him off, already knowing the routine. "It's too early to decide, I know."

"And if they link it to the sprint race—"

"It was a racing mistake from us, we didn't know Verstappen was behind us, blah blah blah. I know, I got it." I shut him down, already done with this interview so badly. I hate FIA official interviews. I hate the FIA in general.

He gives me a nod and lets me go, walking around to stay behind the interviewers as I get questioned. There's still a solid five minutes before we actually have to begin.

Charles is already here, on his phone, Max still absent. Interviewers and journalists are starting to come, the room still not at full capacity.

Feeling someone come in, he turns his head up and looks behind. I lightly smile, trying to stay casual and cool as I go around the couch and sit.

Do I sit next to him? It might seem like we're close. I should sit further away then. But then, it'd seem like I'm trying to hide something. Damn it, this is stressful.

I hesitate, staying stood up and frozen as I look at the two empty spots on the couch. "Maisie?" Charles snaps his fingers in front of my eyes, catching my attention again.

"I need to go to the toilet." I blurt and walk out hurriedly.

I pass a few people, heading to the single bathroom there is in here. I shut the door behind me and lock it, lying back on the wooden material.