Fight

P. Fourthy four

LUNA
'What happened?' Not the first time this question has been asked today. It's getting tiring honestly, constantly the same question and the same answer, like most of the questions asked durning the week. It's getting boring. But there is nothing to do about it, you've gotta answer.

Lifting my hand, looking at my fingers tied together, as I speak: 'yeah, well i tried openging the car door, a very difficult task apparently. It closed back on my fingers. I'm gonna survive.' Curious how much I'm gonna feel it when I get in the car tomorrow, I don't hope too much, maybe I won't feel it at all. That's the ideal situation, of course. I'm ready to pop some pills.

'Ah yes, that can be very difficult.' I smile.

      'I saw you hung out with Seb.' I nod, good times. Posted a selfie and a photo of the beautiful view to Instagram. 'You're close to him?' Don't know why this interesting to their viewers, but it's a different question.

Nodding once again. 'Yeah, I guess. I don't really know how it came about. But it is Seb, so. No one hates Seb. And if you do, how dare you?' Straight into the camera, with a straight face. It's true tho. He's like the father of the paddock. 'No, but yeah. We had fun.' He's my colleague, and my friend. And just because we compete to each other doesn't mean we can't be friends. I don't cross paths with him that much on track anyway.

'You also had diner with some other drivers.' The corners of my mouth move up, unable to keep them from doing so. '-Can I just say that more people were invited, they just couldn't make it. Because there was some hate, some people were saying I left drivers out; not the case.' My finger in the air. It's true I didn't invited all drivers, just the one we're in Monaco at that time -or not. Who cares.
'Is the friendship different when there isn't a race weekend?' I shrug. 'Yeah, the rivalry is just on track. Everyone gets along with each other, you know, so. Once we're racing it's just you and you're the one who wants to finish highest, so then the battle is on. On the paddock we have fun too.' We always joke around with each other. You're always around each other, you automatically form friendships. It's obvious.

     Pointing at my hand, the corners of my mouth pushed down, pulling a sad face for the Toro Rosso Instagram. Getting ready for practice one. 'Sup rookie.' Alex enters the garage. He shakes his head softly smiling. I'm not a dick calling him that all the time, I know what it feels like. It feels good not being a rookie anymore though, I have experience now. Kyvat got beaten by this rookie last year. Proud of myself, not gonna lie. Kyvat and I didn't get along that well, not gonna lied we were alright, but we weren't exactly friends, you pretend. When we really needed to we could act like we where good teammates.
Alex and I are already doing better. We've raced against each other back in 2015. Hopefully we can challenge each other a bit.

Looking up at the track back at my steer I change some buttons, because they told me to do so. I don't have much power, I'm glad it's happening now and not in the race. 'Turn the car off on a safe spot, turn the car off.' Damn it.

Annoyed I scratch my stomach, something is itching. 'Oh my god.' I softly mumble annoyed. I raise my fireproof shirt and scratch. My stomach is all red from scratching. I feel something harsh, a crumble of food. Wow. How did it even got there? I tuck my shirt back in my suit. 'Sorry what did you say?' I ask Pierre, he was talking but I wasn't listening. 'Here look at his.' He points at the screen.

Alrighty practice two, lets hope this one gets better. I was only able to drive the last 15 minutes. 'Your hand is feeling alright?' I nod, putting on my glove. Specially made for my hand. My pinky and index finger are combined in one, which is lovely. I can't really move it, but it's going alright actually. I don't really press the clutch with those fingers anyway. And the pain is decent. I zip up my suit. Lets go! I'm so ready to do some racing. With the help of one of my mechanics I get in the car.

       'I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to, when I'm lying close to someone else,' the girls and I are singing out loud. The day finally finished and we're just leaving the paddock. We're all in such a giggly mood.

'You got a new tattoo I see.' I look down at my right arm. It's my biggest one yet. Only a small bit is visible because of the sleeve of my shirt. I lift it showing the whole tattoo. 'Flowers.' I let go of my sleeve. 'Wildflowers.' On the inside of my bicep, it isn't that big, but it is the biggest. Wildflowers mean a free spirit, which I like to believe I am. I saw this pretty quote: Like a wild flower; she spent her days, allowing herself to grow, not many knew of her struggle, but eventually all; knew of her light. – Nikki Rowe. I felt it. And I just love the look of a field filled with wildflowers. 'Looks nice.' I smile.

'Now we're all allowed to look sad right?' I nod at Daniel.

'Of course because all hate our job.' Picture time. No one tells us we can't smile, the boys are just boring. The person behind the camera starts counting, right when I feel a sneeze coming. I move my arm in front of my mouth and sneeze.

'Luna.' 'Guusje.' They guys say to me.

'I'm sorry! Thank you though.' No one bless you-ing me.

'Again!' The male behind the camera. I smile.

      Dancing I move to the front of the paddock. Listening to some Dutch music, something I don't do often. I'm not a big fan off the typical Dutch music. Engels is better.
I'm hyper, which is annoying right before I need to get in the car. I need to focus! And relax! I remove my headphones off one ear when someone raises his finger to me.

'You need to save your energy for the race.' I smile.

'I know, but I can't help it.' I softly jump.

'Good luck out there.' That's quick. But I don't mind. 'Thanks.' I raise my thumb. And continue walking, play-backing with the song. Daniel start to do the shimmy towards me, I laugh and join him.

'Allot of energy?' We walk the last bit together.

'No, what makes you say that?'

'If we had more time..' A little questioning I look at him. Daniel softly laughs. Dirty bitch. 'Hopefully you have some energy after the race.' I slam his arm.
'Dick.' Laughing he enters his garage.