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The orange wave - Max Verstappen

Request from Littlemissunnoticed !

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From Max to Y/N

What time are you arriving at the track?

I'll try to get you, or have someone get you.

Can't wait for you to be in the paddock with me 💗

Your 3 months boyfriend had invited you to a race for the first time. You were very happy, of course, you wanted to be by his side and be a supportive girlfriend. Besides, you loved Formula 1. What you didn't expect though, was your first race to be in Spa, Belgium. There wasn't any Grand Prix in the Netherlands so Spa was like a home GP for Max. He had many supporters around the world, and in Belgium in particular. He would be at the centre of attention and you wouldn't be able to escape the cameras, that's for sure.

You were a bit overwhelmed and stressed about all that. Hopefully, Victoria, his sister, reassured you the best she could. You had met Max's family during the summer break and they all welcomed you warmly. They would be in Spa too, so that was reassuring.

You answered his text, saying you just arrived in Brussels train station from Amsterdam and that you'd be in Spa soon. Once you arrived around the circuit, you were surrounded by fans dressed in orange, wearing the Dutch flag and Max's name and number. You stopped by a shop to buy Max's special cap edition. You had to look supportive!

You rang your boyfriend once you arrived in front of the vip entrance. He was supposed to give you your vip pass so you could access the paddock and his garage freely. It didn't take long for you to spot his figure. He was wearing some jeans and a Red Bull shirt and you smiled at the confidence in his walk.

"I missed you." He sighed as he hugged your figure after you entered the secured perimeter, the vip pass around your neck.

"It's only been two days." You chuckled at his cheesiness.

"Yeah well, after spending two weeks of holidays just the two of us, it's difficult to be far from you." You kissed his lips in acknowledgement. Your holidays in Santorini were the best and you grew closer to each other. He was right, it was getting more and more difficult to be away from each other. "Nice cap!" He added, patting your head.

"You like it? I thought the name was nice. Verstappen." You shrugged and he shook his head. He always liked your teasing.

Max linked his hand to yours and guided you to the paddock, the official Formula 1 camera following you. You were self-conscious but you felt more at ease than you expected. Surely the fact that Max was stroking the back of your hand with his thumb was helping.

You made a quick stop to his garage where he showed you his beloved car and his driver room. He introduced you to each one of his engineers and mechanics who teased Max about finally having a girl on his arm, and you greeted his family who was already there. You felt at ease in the garage and you could see why Max liked this so much.

It was Thursday so the drivers had nothing much to do except some interviews, sponsor events, and an autograph session. Your hand still in his, Max led you to the Red Bull and Toro Rosso motorhome. You easily recognized the tall Australian who was Max's teammate this season. He was one of the drivers you liked the most.

"Hi, you must be Y/N!"

"Yes, nice to meet you M. Ricciardo." You blushed as you stood in front of him. Instead of shaking your hand, he gave you a quick hug.

"Come on, just call me Daniel!"

"I told you she was a big fan of yours." Max made fun of you and you gently pushed his shoulder. Of course you were impressed to be there, who wouldn't be.

"Brendon and Pierre are in the back room with Sarah and Cate, if you want to introduce them to her."

"Alright, thank you man!"

Max tugged on your hand and you were pushed into a quiet and relaxing room with couches. There, you spotted the two Toro Rosso drivers and their wife / girlfriend. Max introduced you to them and you immediately felt welcome.

"It's about time we meet you, I was starting to think Max had imagined you!" Pierre teased your boyfriend as he kissed both of your cheeks like French people do. You had a nice talk with Sarah and Caterina who reassured you about what it was like to be a wag. You exchanged numbers with them and swore you would have a girls night before the end of the weekend.

On the next day, Max stepped into his car for FP1. He made a tour of recognition around the track, being cheered on by an orange wave in the Max Verstappen stand. You knew he was made for this. In that moment, you couldn't be prouder of him.