Fight

P. Thirty one

LUNA
My smile grows when I look at the family picture. It's a cute photo, Camilla on my arm tired, Rose happy standing in front of Lola and dad and Monica. We took it on Camilla her birthday. They all gonna be attending the Italian race and I'm exited. Nervous rush through my body when the text from Daniel pops up. He's meeting my family and I'm terrified. I don't know why though. My dad can be intimidating sometimes. My father is a big guy, in size. I'm not doubting Daniel in anyway, who dislikes that dude? If you do you're not good in your head. I mean look at that smile. My family will like him. 'Noel is coming too.' My smile grows.
'Yay.' Lola didn't wanted to invite him at first, but they only have been on two dates. But it's her birthday.

My legs are resting on Daniels lap. Rose runs up to us. 'Nuotare?' She asks Daniel to swim.
'You're lucky I bought my swim shorts.' I move my legs. He removes his shirt and follows Rose to the swimming pool. I smile.
'You're happy.' I nod at my dad.
'I am.' I smile looking at Daniel and Rose. I think Rose likes Dan. Dan is good with kids. Well he's still a kid himself so it's obvious.
'He seems like a nice dude, I haven't seen you so happy in a while. All I want is for my little girl to be happy. If you're happy I am happy.'

'So which drivers do you hang out the most?' Matthew asks.
'At home?' He shrugs.
'Doesn't matter.' Daniel, but I'm not gonna say him first.
'Charlie.'
'Charles Leclerc for the people who don't know.' I nod.
'Yeah sorry. You're a big fan of him right?' I question.
'Me? Yeah, well, na, I mean.' I smile. Looking at the dudes behind the camera who's nodding his head.
'Don't deny it, I have seen it on the videos. I have to admit I'm a big fan of him too.' But on track we are rivals. But Charles is a good driver.
'You watch my videos?' I nod.
'I watch some of them. I wanna do best reactions with you, remember?' He nods.
'Yeah but don't tell them.' Oh. I nod smiling. 'So who else do you hang out with and what do you do?'
'Well Charlie is my little brother, Max, the Hulk, Norris, Ricciardo, Russell and that Italian dude sometimes. I think those are the ones, it depends really. We don't have that much spare time between race weekends. We either sport with each other, go for a drink, play video games, it's not that special. On track the friendships is gone though.' I only would Charles and Daniel legit close friends, and boyfriend of course.

'What did you do?' Daniel asks walking next to me. It's an early Friday morning. The day before yesterday went really good. My family likes him, it is important to me that they like him. Family is important to me. I don't want them to dislike Dan. But I wasn't expecting anything else honestly.
'What did I do?' I ask Daniel. But he's probably talking about the hickeys in my neck, that he made yesterday. A late birthday gift, as he called it.
'The thing that I did.' I shrug. He can't say the word out loud, people are walking all around us.
'I don't know what you're talking about. You didn't do anything to me, not that I remember.' With my hands in my back pockets Daniel and I are walking.
'You put makeup on it?' He stops walking. I smirk and turn around, standing in front of him.
'Maybe.'
'Bitch,' he mumbles but hearable. Auch. But not really. I know he doesn't mean it. I raise both of my middle fingers at him and start walking backwards.
'See you on track, you fucker.' I turn around. But before I can take another step I bump into something. Seriously. 'Shit.' I hear laughter behind me. I shake my head. That's gonna be a beautiful bruise on my arm. 'You good?' I asks the camera dude.
'Yeah sorry, how about you?'
'I'm ok.' I turn to Daniel who is stil laughing. 'That's not nice of you Ricciardo.' I shake my head as serious as possible.
'You aren't nice either Power.' This time I smile while shaking my head and turn around again. Not bumping into something. Great.

'I'm gonna get ya.' I reach my arms out at Camilla. A high noise leaves her mouth as she starts to run around the paddock. It's quite of course other wise I wouldn't let her run around here. I need some time to kill in between practice sessions. To be honest I was a bit nervous and scared getting in the car again, but once I had that feeling of joy again it all vanished. Racing is still so unbelievably. Nothing can compare to that. 'No you can't go out on track.' I start to run faster. I swing her into the air after I hold her up. I place her on my hip.
'No!' She tries to get herself out of my hold.
'Ok calm down you can walk.' I let her walk. Before I know it she runs around me and runs towards the track again. 'Camilla no.' I grab her by her arm. She starts to cry, fake cry to be exactly. I can see the memes already on Twitter. Holding on to her arm I wanna place her down again but doesn't wanna stand. We're gonna play it like that? I hold her so she's laying on both of my arms. 'You're not going anywhere.' I place my lips against her stomach and blow air. She giggles. When I'm back at the garage I let her stand. 'Off to mama.' I slap her on her butt. Naughty girl.

Arg. Disappointed I rest my head back when the car isn't moving anymore. 'Fuck! I'm sorry guys,' I say through the radio.
'Are you good?'
'Yep nothing wrong with me.' I lost grip, I went too wide and that's my own fault. It's shitty crashing the car already so soon after the big crash. I remove myself from the cables and get out of the car. I take a look at my damage. At least I'm "parked" on a good spot so my car can be removed pretty quick. I was only on my second round of P3. Hopefully the mechanics can repair it before qualifying. I wish I was able to help them. I watch the damage of the car. I think they can fix this before qualifying, it doesn't look that bad. I mean it looks bad but not awful. Well never mind. The back looks awful, the bit that went into the barriers first.

'P16, not bad.' I nod in agreement.
'Big thank you to the mechanics who were able to fix it.' They were done two minutes into Q1.
'What happened?'
'That was my fault. I went too far over the, The thing, I forgot the word.' What the fuck?
'Curbs.' Yes!
'Curbs, yes, wow. I went too wide and lost it, it's that simple.' I'm not gonna say it wasn't my fault, cause if it was.

Shit. Shit. I brake, making me stop turning. Pointing the right way. I press the gas pedal again. Let's continue this race. 'Nice pirouette.' I smile.
'Merci.' I need to finish this race. And in the points please. But that was scary.