If Only...

Hospital Smell and A Hickey

The smell of hospitals is amazingly sickening. The squeaky sound of the rubber shoes were annoying. My dad was still asleep as I sat next to him, Max just looked for comparison, in our faces. I could've told him there weren't much. Just the ears and the circles around our eyes. My personality however, was exactly like him. So we budded heads on multiple occasions but he meant well. His face had cuts and bruises. An arm was in a cast.

"He looks good." Max mumbled.
"For someone who got hit by a car, he does." I turned my attention to Max as I failed to count the grey hairs.
"Seen worse."
"You've seen someone pass away." I remembered Bianchi.
"Does it scare you?" Max pulled me of my seat to sit on it before letting me sit on his lap.
"Every time." I admitted, I wasn't scared for just Max, Dan and Seb.
My nerves went on high speed when anyone was driving an F1 car. It wasn't because of the drivers themselves but also their car. If the breaks failed, an engine blew up or a tyre just going flat. It made my mind go into the darkest and saddest places.

"Don't worry, we're prepared." Max kissed my cheek.
"No kissing, my daughter." My dad coughed. "At least not on the cheek."
"Good morning, dad." I chuckled. "You had mom stressed again."
"No more practical jokes, I guess." He smiled before feeling the pain it cost."
"Dad, this is Max. Max meet my dad, George."
"So grandkids are they on the list yet?" My father joked, making Max turn bright red.
"You sound like my boss." I laughed. "No dad, we are still in the beginning phases."
"So Max, I heard you are an F1 driver."
"I am sir." Max answered politely. "I work for the same team as your daughter."
"Please call me, George. And she must be pain in the back side."
"She is." Max chuckled as my father replied with a smile.

A knock on the door, it opening and showing one of the doctors.

"Good morning, Mr Vermeer." I looked at the doc. "You got the a few bruised ribs and a broken arm."

He continued as I turned my attention to my fathers face. Who just took in the information or he was zoning out. Like I was at this exact moment. Max patted my leg to get me out.

"You can get cleaned up and after breakfast you can sign out."
"Thanks doc." Max simply answered because we, the Vermeer's, were just staring at the poor man.

"So if I go and do groceries for a month and pay the bills, you two are in the clear until dad can work again?" I looked at my mother.
"We should be but I don't want you to spend money on us." She stared at her hands.
"Don't worry, I'll go broke for a month and still gain 100 pounds." Knowing Daniel, Lewis, Seb, Hulk and Max a bit too well. "Give me the bill for water, electric and gas first."

Here I was, spending €1000.- in one go. If I told Max, I was going to do so, he'd be paying. I'll just let him do groceries when we are back in England.

"Daniel!" I screamed at him.
"What?!"
"You got a hickey!" I pulled his collar down.
"Stop it!"
"Who, when, was she good?"
"Jess, from cleaning. Last night and she's great." He answered all my questions.
"You better be dating her." I winked at him as Max pulled me away from him.
"Damn your vlogger is scary." Dan showed me his tongue.
"Only when she cares about you." He sighed as I was pointing at Daniel's hickey.
"Hopefully it'll be gone before Q1." I chuckled.
"That's in four days." His eyes widened.
"You are fucked." I left the two standing there. "Anyway, I got my date Horner. See you two in the canteen?"

They nodded as I made my way to Horner's office. His PA made me wait for a few minutes, he was apparently on the phone making a serious call.

'Wait a minute Mr. Postman. Ooohhh ohh Mr.- '

"Yes?"
"Where are you?"
"Waiting on you."
"Walk in." He hung up.

I opened the door.

"How're your parents?"
"They good, dad just got a broken arm and some bruised ribs."
"You sorted out hospital bills?"
"Insurance."
"Regular bills?"
"Sorted it."
"Food?"
"Sorted."
"Sex?"
"If i found a donor."
"Shit."
"You and my father could have been best friends."
"He also expecting you to pop out a few soon?"
"Yes."
"Here are your tickets, here are Dan and Mika's." He gave me the tickets.
"Will see you tomorrow." I got up.
"We are all eating together tomorrow, no filming."
"Noted." I smiled at him.
"And don't dress casual." I opened the door.
"I'll always dress up for you, dad." I rolled my eyes before closing the door.

"You did what?" Max stared at me as we made our way to his.
"I paid their bills."
"I heard you the first time." He shook his head in disbelief. "You could-"
"I could've but I didn't, leave it." So much for a day without arguing.
"You are sending money like mad."
"Or I keep my family out of debts."  A sigh left my lips. "I earned it myself."
"And now you got a low ass balance on your account."
"I don't have sponsors, I get a minimum wage and I don't have a rich father." I snapped at him. "Don't compare yourself to me."

The ride continued in silence, just because my cousin was wealthy didn't mean we were. He did help out when my parents needed help and let him know.

"Look, I'm sorry." Max stared at me as I was busy editing. "I shouldn't have said what I did but you can ask me to pay for things. I can't spend all the money I already have in a lifetime."
"This is why we shouldn't live together." I muttered. "We end up saying things to hurt the other one."
"Jade... " His eyes filled with sadness.
"We both think we are right, only between the sheets it seems to work out." I got up. "If that's all we have in common, then this will only be a sex  relationship and nothing more."
"I don't think that's what we have in common." He muttered. "I like you as in really, really like you. I love the way you make time with friends, even if its only an hour a day. I love how you can wear a hoodie and still look gorgeous. I like how all the F1 drivers care for you as their baby sister."

I filled a glass of water as he continued.

"I love how you treat my baby sister as your own child. I love how you get frustrated, I love the way you try to calm me down, even when you are in pain."
"Max.."
"No, I want us to be official, I want us to buy our own home, I want the happily ever after." He groaned frustrated. "I want mini yous, I want you in every bed I sleep in. I need that. And I know the first time I fucked it up."
"Max stop." I stared at my glass. "You are going too fast."
"How am I going to fast?!" He screamed, frustration that's what I blamed.
"No need to scream, I'm not your child." I looked up at him. "You want it to be official, let's be official and see how that goes first."
"Then go on FB and make it official."

I rolled my eyes as I gave him my laptop.

"Go for it."