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F1 house Chp.8 &quot;After the argument&quot;

This follows directly from the last house chapter which, I'm sorry, is confusing because this is set in 2024 NOT 2025 which is where all the chat chapters are from. SORRY. After the next house chapter the house will then be in 2025 I PROMISE.

Oscar's POV

"Oh max. It's.. this is going to be a really hard one to explain." I wrapped my fingers around his outstretched hand for comfort, which he gave willingly but he still pried for information.

"I'm sorry if it's personal, but the whole house is in a state. We don't know what to do and the tension is really getting to Charles. I know that's not your fault, but I need to help fix whatever's going on with Lando and Carlos before Charles has a breakdown over not being able to talk to Carlos, and before Yuki stress cooks anymore food." Max looked me dead in the eyes, concerned and looking for answers. It was late but I could tell what he was saying was truthful at least to some extent.

Despite how ridiculous of an argument that was, Max was a friend, "I'll tell you our conversation. But you don't tell anyone. Okay maybe you can tell Charles but it's personal."

Max nodded quickly.

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"I know what it's like.."

It's evening and the sun has long since set. Lando sat behind me leaning on the headboard of my bed with me slotted in the space between his legs. My backs to him, but I can see his 2024 teamwear hoodie and his loose baggy shorts he wears as pyjamas out of the corner of my eye. His hair is dishevelled in that way that just makes me want to reach out and fluff it up even more. I was in my pyjamas as well, an Australian cricket shirt that my sister had accidentally bought multiple sizes too big for me, but was still comfy; accompanied by some black jogging bottoms.

Between my legs was the now toddler, Teagen and her hairbrush and hairbands.

You'd have to ask my mum for confirmation, but I've always loved hair. Apparently I used to ask my mum if I could braid her hair, and did the same with my sisters when they had longer hair.

But I'm not in Australia with my sisters, I'm in my room in the 'F1 house' of whatever Seb called it. I'm in my room, with my desk lamp being the only thing to illuminate Lando on my bed, still calming down from his argument with Carlos.

"Lando.. What do you mean?" my words came out tentatively. Lando had tear stained checks, eyes red and puffy.

Earlier that night, Lando had an argument with Carlos. Carlos was jealous, but of what? It would be a tad egotistical to think it was over me, but it seemed like it was from the limited information I gathered. It was a shame because Carlos was amazing. Funny, fun to chat to and never left anyone out in group discussions. Weird, he was jealous of me now. I never speak properly in groups, and half the time I just stare at his hair instead of at his eyes. Although his eyes are beautiful as well. I mean that man's built like a Greek god? Someone needs to get him a loreal shampoo brand deal or something. Don't even get me started on his Spanish accent.

Oh, I'm so side tracked by him.

"Oh Osc. I know you like me. You think I don't catch you staring at me?" Lando chuckled lightly as if this was something easy like it wasn't putting his whole years long relationship at risk. If it wasn't already at risk.

"That's not fair, a lot of our interactions are filmed. You can look back at them." I responded absolutely deadpan, turning to give him a despising look.

Despite my looks, I know I don't mean it. Here's Lando freaking Norris, my current best friend and crush, talking to me about how he KNOWS I have a crush on him. You can't blame me, he's slightly shorter than me which I find kind of sweet in a deranged way. His curls fill my head- I'm so jealous of his hair- and every day I get closer and closer to just touching them. I mean I'd also like to touch Carlos' hair, like have you seen his hair?! He's funny in a stupid way, but constantly entertaining and doesn't mind my lack of words. Every day he whips out his phone and pushes 'the face I decided to stay silent with' memes at me. He gets me, the fact that I'm expressive but not loud.