WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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"Wait, is that that stupid driver you went to France with?" Dante is fuming and walks straight to Pierre's car. I start to panic, the two people I want to see least and want to see each other least just a few meters away from each other. 

"Dante stop. You are not." Pierre steps out of the car, but before he can even notice Dante walking up to him, he already has Dante's fist connected to his cheek, sending him to the ground. "Dante!" I yell and I stand between the two men. I crouch down to see how badly Pierre is hurt, but when I find out he is fine I help him up. 

"What the hell is he doing here?" Pierre asks, anger clearly audible in his voice as well. "I thought..."

"I have no clue to why he is here. He said he wanted to explain something, but I sent him away immediately. That was until you showed up." 

"What are you doing here?" Dante barks behind me. 

"I'm here to see Anca. Last time I checked I didn't need permission from you for that." I close my eyes. I could really use some great idea to make these two stop fighting right around now...

"Guys, could you please stop..." I mumble, but when they keep throwing insults at I start to yell. "Hey! You idiots! Stop!" They fall silent and look at me. "You Dante, you are going to leave right now. Just like you were before Pierre arrived." Dante mumbles something I can't understand and after five minutes he is actually gone. "And you are coming inside with me so we can get you some ice for that eye of yours." I gently lead him inside and mom frowns when she sees us. "Mom, this is Pierre. Don't pay attention to his eye. That was Dante's gift of gratitude for taking such good care of me in France." Mom laughs and I give her a glare. She better not start one of her specialities right now...