Fight

P. Four

LUNA
I'm making an ugly picture of myself, being really annoyed at the mosquito bite on my stomach. And post it in my insta story. Three bites all next to each other, how is that even possible? How did it even bite me on my stomach, I sleep with a pjs on. Question of the day; why do mosquito bites itch? I ask my followers on twitter. I'm too bored to look it up. 'Bonjour Lune!' The Monegasques walks into my apartment after he knocked. 'Bonjour Charlie!' I place my phone on the ground next to me. I'm casually laying on my floor, drawing. I get very inspired when I lay on the floor. Some how. 'What are you doing?' He sits down on the couch as I turn around on my back. I hand him my sketch book. Charles and I met in 2014 for the first time but became close in 2015. We were both racing for Amersfoort racing in formula 3. We talk French to each other, just as I talk French to Pierre. My French is decent, I'm still learning things. But who doesn't? Most teams I've driven for were French, learned there allot. In school I learned the basics. 'Nice.' He places the book on the side table. We swing by each other sometime, just to catch up on things. The only thing we don't really talk about is work, sometimes for advice, but that doesn't happen often. Charles is my like little brother. I'm proud of him. I think he's proud of me. I hope. 'You wanna go grab a bite?' He proposes. I hold myself up with my hands resting on the floor, looking at Charles. He's in blue shorts and a white t. I like it on man, or when they wear a white shirt with their sleeves rolled up. So sexy. 'Yeah sure, let me fresh up a little.' I get up from the ground.

'Lune non!' Charles gives me a playful push to the side. What makes me bump into a small wall. The smile that was on my face is gone in once spilt second. My left leg stings, just above my knee. A stone cut my skin open. Great. 'Charlie!' Blood slowly streams down my leg. 'Sorry, that wasn't my intention.' He looks a little worried at my leg. I'm already going to hate myself when I'm going the pull off the crust. I always do it. I'll never learn. 'We need to clean it up.' I shake my head. 'Yeah we do! You need to clean it up, other wise you'll get an infection.' The wound isn't that big 3 centimeters, something like that. But Charles is right, there can be little stones in it.

'We're at the doctors right now.' I start filming myself for my instagram. I flip the screen as I continue talking. 'This person pushed me into a wall, now my leg is cut open.' Charles looks up from his phone, softly smiling. I don't film my leg, some people don't like blood. And I get that, I find a wound fascinating in some way. When you really start thinking about it, it's particular how you're made of all small things that keep you alive, how your body is build in general. It's weird. Sometimes I overthink too much. I'm sitting on a bed, waiting for the doctor the get back to stitch my leg up. My leg started bleeding more as we continue walked. It stings as a mother fucker, and I can't wait for the woman to stitch it up, or cleaning it up with alcohol. But especially for the anesthetic, that doesn't hurt at all. On the right side off my leg I have a pretty big scar that had to get stitched up when I was younger. My sister and I where playing, it didn't really went that well. I have another visible scar just underneath my left knee, I got it from a sharp spot from a BMX. To be honest I don't even know how it happened anymore, I didn't even noticed it at first. That one I didn't have to get stitches for.

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As quick as I can I stand up and take my distance from the table. 'What's going on?' Daniel asks smiling. 'Spider.' He stands up too, 'where?' 'On the other side of the room. On the table of course.' I point at the table, watching his every move. 'Norris go get it.' I giggle at Daniel. 'Me? Why me?' We are so ruining the press conference. 'Because! Lewis can do it too I really don't care as long as it goes!' I answer. 'How?' Just take away the fucking spider! Lewis is just sitting there. Norris is also freaking out now a little. 'I don't know, kill it I don't freaking care.' Someone hands Lewis a paper. 'You wanna see him?' Of course classic, and still it gets me to set a step to the right. Making myself trip off the podium, but save land with two feet on the floor. 'Can we continue now?' Lewis is annoyed, probably on his period. Whoops. Daniel is already seated back in his chair. 'Yeah sorry.' I take my seat next to Daniel.

'You're such a pussy,' I say to Daniel. They once again ask a question just to Lewis, it doesn't really bother me actually. 'Me? I'm definitely not!' I nod. 'You're scared of a fucking spider.' He looks at me smiling, but also questioning. I know I looked like a fucking pussy too. I hate spiders. I have a serious phobia. 'What about you?' I shake my head. 'You grew up in fucking Straya mate,' I say with the best Australian accent I can do. 'That has nothing to do with it.' It does really. So I nod.

I don't wanna wait anymore I'm tired of looking for answers. Repeats on my mind. I'm starring at the camera in front of me. Thinking about nothing really, just that bit of the song replaying. I should poke Daniel right now. I'm curious how he would react. The corners of my mouth go up by the thought of it, seeing the reaction in front of me. I'm trying hard not to smile anymore, by biting my lip. Daniel touches my shoulder, 'are you gonna answer?' They asked me a question? Didn't hear that. 'What? Sorry what? I was dreaming.' There weren't any question to me, I'm good at closing off the world around me. With my eyes scrunched together I look around the crowd who has a microphone. 'Do you think you can over take more cars with the new aerodynamic changes?' I look at Daniel who's smiling as the question gets repeated for me. 'Shut up.' I say to Daniel before answering, 'I think we can. It's still a bit early to tell with only the two races we've done. But I think it's a good update.' 'You're still getting used to he car right?' I lean with my lowers arms on the table looking at Lewis. 'I haven't crashed my car unlike you, you're the one longer in a f1 right? I mean.' I shut him up, crossing my arms leaning against the back of the chair with a smirk. In the corner of my eye I see Daniel nodding. 'Alright that was it.' 'Yay!' I sting Daniel in his side harsh. He makes a move. 'Agh! Why?' His hand resting on his hip. I laugh while moving my chair backwards, quickly removing the microphone. Fast I leave before he can do something back. This was a good press conference. Not. I'll apologize to them on social media. With probably a video of me starring into the camera. That must've look horrible, that can't even look cute. Oh and my smile all of a sudden, no no no. I'm already embarrassed and I haven't even seen it. Up to the next interview!

How in the world can she be so fucking pretty? She always look so beautiful. I take a screenshot of the picture Zendaya just posted on her Instagram. Queen is glowing! I need to post an appreciation post. I gather my favorite pictures of her and post it on my Instagram. Woman crush every second of every day of every year. Does that make sense? I don't know, I don't care! Queen Z! 800k followers do I have right now. It's weird, having so many followers and it's still growing every day. I'm not trying to make my instagram consist of only racing pictures. I'm still working on my feed. Of course I need to post how the race went, but I picky pick my pictures. I don't need an all blue feed. I wanna be someone you can follow who's picture you'll like, being artistic, not just racing. One that you can use as background. Probably less popular with the boys but I don't give a damn. We need more woman power!