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F1 House CHP 9, 'happy endings'

Don't get scared by the title this book isn't over.

Max's POV

Finally, it's been a couple days since my little investigation. I may or may not have forced personal information out of Oscar, and then cornered Carlos in his room just to tell him he's like extra gay... But it was good in the end. The house is back to its normal rowdy self. Yuki terrorises people (mainly Pierre) with his cooking, Alex shouts at George from across the house and Fernando is always there for the drama. Sadly the 'drama' is normally just him stripping people of their self confidence while playing mario kart or The F1 Game.

"Maxie!" Charles caught my attention as he gently entered my room, walking over and letting himself fall nonchalantly onto my bed, "Whatever you did.. I know you must have done it badly but it has somehow worked."

"Thanks for the confidence in me." I shot back sarcastically, rolling over on the bed to be lying next to Charles.

"Carlos is happy, and Lando's back to being himself. I didn't realise he'd ever stopped being himself.. But it's made a difference, now", Charles rolled so he was lying on his back, looking up at my ceiling pensively, "What did you do? Actually, what do you think you did?"

I hadn't thought about what must have happened that day, at least not in massive detail. I laid myself halfway on Charles, with my limbs in all the wrong places just to annoy him and started talking.

"Well, it started with a mini interrogation, and I could only assume it went like this afterwards..."

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A few weeks prior (following on from the last chapter)

Carlos' POV

I didn't want to know who it was rushing down the stairs. I didn't want to look. I think deep down I knew who was there– so I just had to knock on the door in front of me. People always say actions speak louder than words, and I have to hope those people are right. There are no words I could use to explain myself, but I know they will understand.

Lando's POV

All I wanted was to grab a jumper from my room. It's almost midnight and the sun has long past set. A bunch of us were all piled up on Daniel's floor, mini sofa and small bed after having a movie night. It was the first time since the stupid argument that being with my friends felt like home. Getting open with Oscar had eased my growing anxiety and subsequently released some of the tension that the house seemed to carry, meaning that people forgot to tiptoe around me like a piece of decorative glass and actually interacted with me. It was amazing. A bunch of us binge watching movies and then all falling asleep. But now I'm cold, so my mission is to get my hoodie and return to the group.

I hastily trotted down the stairs from Daniel's room to the floor my bedroom resided on, being careful not to slip with my slippers sliding gently on the hardwood stairs. I swivelled on my heels around the corner but now I can see Carlos standing at the other end of the corridor; standing stationary in his jeans and Mclaren shirt from 2019 (despite it being midnight and no longer 2019) his arm raised to knock on the door in front of him. Oscar's door. I knew for a fact Oscar would still be awake, and I also knew that Carlos knew that. We spent one too many days as a group for Carlos to not know that about Oscar. What if he's there to confront Oscar instead of talking to me?

And here I thought everything was going to get better. I confessed my feelings, Oscar confessed his and I was planning on talking to Carlos tomorrow to make things clear and clean up our drama. The others in the house were finally getting comfortable again and I just had an amazing night, but it looks like fate and Carlos working in tandem have their own plans. I couldn't stay mad at Carlos especially when I knew it came from a place of confusion, but if he was here to make things worse I think I'd just have to cry on the spot.