Formula One Shots

Max Verstappen: Holidays pt. 2

Word count: 860

A week had passed since the man had nearly tried things on you, and since you had met your idols. Max was the only one left of the group of friends. The others decided they wanted to go somewhere else, leaving you alone with Max. You didn't mind it at all, though. You had grown really close with Max over the past week. Closer than you had ever been with your so called 'friends'. It was as if you completely understood each other. Of course, you had a totally different lifestyle, but you both liked the same things for the most part. He didn't feel the need to always do some activities, like your 'friends' did, and you were more than okay with that. You also didn't mind being alone with Max, since you'd developed stronger feelings for him than ever before. You  already had a small crush on him before actually meeting him, but it only got stronger now that you knew him. No day had been boring with him around. He just really knew what you needed and how to make you smile if you were upset about something.

You had decided to have a lazy day at the apartment today, seeing as it was too hot to do things. Lazy days with him included a lot of swimming and messing around with each other. Since the moment you had decided to stay with the boys, you had liked it there instantly. You were really having the time of your life.

Evening fell soon, so you and Max decided to prepare some food. Well, you did. He just agreed and watched how you were busy doing stuff. You had asked him to cut some vegetables. It cost him nearly five minutes to finish off one cucumber. You looked at him questioningly.

"Do you not know how to cut vegetables?" You asked.

"Of course I do. Here's the proof," he said, gesturing to the one cucumber he had cut.

"It took you like five minutes to cut one single cucumber, Max. I could take a shower in five minutes. Washing my hair included. No offense, though," you stated with a chuckle. He just huffed in reply and crossed his arms.

"If you want, you can bake some eggs to put in the macaroni," you said, holding a cooking pan in front of him. He looked at you and shook his head.

"Can't I do something else instead?" He asked. You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked.

"Do you even know how to bake an egg?" You asked, crossing your arms. He looked at you and nodded. He was not very convincing. You sent him an -I-know-you-better-than-that- face and laughed at him.

"Dear god. You're the worst man I've ever met." You said, still laughing. He looked at you sourly and mumbled: "What's that supposed to mean?"

You shook your head, "sucks you can't cook anything. I guess I don't have to expect breakfast on bed than, huh?" You said. He shrugged his shoulders and told you he was going to take a shower quickly, making his way out of the kitchen.

The next morning, you were awoken by the smell of something burning. You widened your eyes and shot out of bed, almost slipping over the blankets in the process. When you stormed downstairs, completely out of breath, you were greeted by a panicking Max. You rushed over to him and stopped the microwave from blowing up. Max stood there miserably, looking down to the floor ashamed.

"What were you thinking?" You couldn't believe he had tried to cook whilst not even knowing how it had to be done.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed."

You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face. Your facial expression softened when you remembered what you had said the day before. You sighed and walked over to Max.

"Hey, thanks," uou said, trying to cheer him up. He looked really sad about the situation. "I didn't really want breakfast on bed anyway. And I think it's a great idea if you stay out of the kitchen from now on, you really are a danger to mankind when you try to cook," You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He sighed and buried his head in your neck. You distanced yourself a little so you could look up at him.

"That was really sweet of you. I do sti pity the fact that you can't cook, though," you said playfully. He seemed to regain his confidence and smirked.

"Well, darling, I can do other great things," he said, smirking slightly while wiggling his eyebrows a little. You giggled and blushed a little. "Like what?" You challenged.

His smirk got bigger, and before you could even progress things, he pressed his lips against yours. You were shocked at first, but then kissed him back, of course. When he pulled away, he chuckled and pulled you in for a hug.

"Okay, you are pretty good at this," you admitted shyly.

"Better than breakfast?"

"Better than breakfast."