Fight

P. Eight

LUNA
Painful cramps are going on in my lower stomach. The cramps moved to the front, awesome. I need to get into the car in a couple of minutes. I'm resting on the ground, sitting against the side, listening to some music. Why do I have cramps right now? My head is leaning on my hands, as my elbows are on my knees. Hopefully I don't feel much of the cramps in the car, it is getting warm in there so who knows. Maybe it helps. When I look at the time, I get up. A couple minutes before 2, time to go to the front of the track. 'Guusje can we have a quick talk?' I hear Jack through my music. I remove my headphones and rest them around my neck. We always have a chat before the race. It's a deal I have with the Dutch tv, the same with the Italian tv.

The Sauber car is getting closer. 'Move, move, move, make room, make room, make room, I'm in a really big of a ruuush!' I sing the Dutch song as I press the button for my DRS to open. And I'm passed the Sauber. 'Adios Kimi! Thank you for P9!' I say to myself out loud, in a weird way. 'You're on the radio,' I hear all of a sudden. Really? Well yeah other wise Pierre wouldn't have said it of course. And I see the light is on. 'Got too excited sorry!' I apologize. Softly I giggle, that was stupid.

'How did you ended up with the song?' I shrug, with my hands behind my back, holding my bottle filled with water. I knew I was going to get the question. 'I have no clue. It just popped up, I guess?' I question myself. I really don't know how and why I do it. It's not like I do it on purpose. It just happens. I talk allot to myself in the car. 'You think it makes you less focused on the race?' I shake my head. Definitely not. 'No, it just appears in the back of my head. Some things that you do I the car just goes automatically, like driving a normal car. You'll get used to doing it and don't think about it. Priority in the car is focus and that's what I am in the car, regardless me singing or asking a question. I am focused.'

A knock on my door shakes me out of my thoughts. Daniel. My heart is beating as I walk over to the door. Opening it for Daniel. 'Come in.' He walks into the hotel room, what I cleaned up a little because I already made a mess of it the first day. I threw everything in my suitcase because I'm leaving tomorrow, now I don't have to clean everything up again. 'You were good today,' he says as he sits down in a grey chair. I smile. 'Thank you. You could've done a little bit better.' I sit down on my bed. He smiles too. 'Thanks.' He still ended up eight, he will always be better than me.

'I wanna talk about what happened a couple nights back.' What is he's going to say? That I need to forget about it? I can't do that. Or what if he says that it was all a mistake. I play with the strings of my shorts as I'm waiting for him to continue talking. 'I don't know what happened to me.' Oh no. This is bad. So bad. 'The awkward chat after we kissed. That wasn't me. But I liked it.' What? He did? I thought he was going to say something else. 'I did too,' I say shyly, looking down at the dark ground. I look back at Daniel biting my lower lip. And now? He gets up and walks closer to me. When am I going to tell him what happened? Forget about it G, it's you and Daniel now. He slowly bends over.

'Are you flying back home or do you have a buzzy week?' I look at the white ceiling. 'Flying home have an interview there, at the end of the week I'm flying back to my fam. My grandparents are celebrating their birthdays. After that weekend I have meetings in A'dam and London and then it's already time for Barca.' I miss my family. Last time I saw them was in Australia. 'A buzzy woman right here.' I nod. We look at each other. 'Does your sister looks allot like you in terms of character too, cause you look like exactly alike.' I smile. 'We do, same interests, not all, but allot. She is working in Africa for a while now, something I wanna do too. But I also wanna race, something she rather not does.' He chuckles. 'You have more brother or sisters?' I nod. 'I have two half sisters Rose and Camilla. They are still little.' I miss them too. I haven't seen them in a while. They are growing so fast. 'You dad lives in Italy?' I nod. 'You have close bond with your father?' I look back at the ceiling. 'Yeah, I'm less of a daddy's girl than Lola. but we're close.' 'I saw your interview with Jimmy Kimmel.' He did? 'You said you moved to Holland, that was without your father, right?' I nod. I know where he's going. 'Why?' Now thinking back Lola and I were such stubborn young teens. 'When we were 13 my father got a in a relationship Monica, his wife. We didn't agreed with him having a new woman in his life, we said she was going to replace our mom. We were so stubborn that we didn't even let her try, everything she did was wrong. So we went to Holland. Now we're close, it was stupid what we did. We can laugh about it now.' I tell with a smile. 'Troubled teens I see, I thought I was bad.'

Daniel looks down at his watch. 'I need to go.' With both sit up. 'Are you flying back tonight?' He nods getting up. I follow him. 'Yeah and I still need to pack everything. You distracted me.' I smile shyly. He sets a step closer to me. I look up at Daniel, who's a big head bigger than me. His hands rest on my hips. He places his lips against mine. 'See you Wednesday if I don't see you sooner.' He says after he pulls back. We walk over to the door. 'I'll text you the details.' Smiling I open the door for him. 'Can't wait,' I say. 'Bye.' 'Bye Guusje.' I giggle before closing the door.