Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

Preference - How You Met

Max Verstappen
You and Max attended the same school since you were four. You met on the first day and had vbeen best friends ever since. "Hi. I'm max." he mumbled as he was sitting next to you. "I'm y/n. Can you be my friend. I don't have any." he nods. "Of course." You two were inseperable ever since. Not one person asked you out because of Max. There were people that liked you but Max became a bit like a guard dog. You didnt do the same for him. Girls would bombard him almost everywhere we went. Other schools, our school, even when we went to hang out in the town. You left them to it because you liked him and you thought he didn't like you back so you didn't mind if he got a girlfriend, even if it hurt you. Everyone kinda breathed a sigh of relief once you two decided to finally become official when you were both seventeen because everyone had been waiting so long. It was obvious you two Liked each other you just needed a push in the right direction.

Charles Leclerc
You had just moved into your very own apartment in Monaco. You were an f2 driver that had been promoted from the W series to formula 2. You didn't know how a formula 2 team decided you'd be a good candidate but hey you weren't complaining. It was the first night and it was raining outside. You were on the phone to your friend and she was talking about her new boyfriend and it seemed that with every word she said you would squeel or scream a little, forgetting you weren't in your parents house anymore. Charles walked out into the hallway full of faces looking over to the one door that didn't open. That's where the noise was coming from. "I'll go tell her to calm down." he says walking over to the mystery door. He knocks and awaits to see the face of the culprit keeping everybody awake. A petit girl opens the door and looks at him. "Can I help you?" you asked. He was taken aback by your beauty and your voice that he forgot how to speak. "Mamma Mia. Erm, sorry. I'm Charles, your neighbour. You were screaming and we wanted to know if you were alright." he stutters. You look around and see the people staring at you. "Oh. Sorry everyone. I'll keep it down. Thank you for dropping by Charles." you were in the midst of closing the door when he placed his hand on it keeping it from closing. "Maybe I could help you pack away your things or move in tomorrow. I have nothing to do." he says quickly. You nod and send him a smile. "Sure. I'd like that Charles. Come over any time after ten. Goodnight." you say finally closing the door. Charles stares at the wooden door for a few more seconds before he smiles and turns to see a swarm of people looking out of their front doors. "What? She'll be quiet." He turned bright red and ran back into his apartment embarrassed at hell.

Lance Stroll
You two have known each other since you were eight. You had been Karting since you were three and he had been since he was seven. You two met at the karting track. His dad was going up the steps and he slipped going up, he didn't quite fall though. "How are you supposed to drive the kart when you can't walk up the stairs?" you said coming up to him and trying to joke. "Sometimes I think I'm better in the kart than using my feet for walking." he joked back. "I'm Lance. Lance Stroll." "I'm Y/n (Y/L/N). This your first race?" he nods. "I think you'll be fine. I'll be sure of it." "Thanks. Everyone says you're usually near the front so will you be the one to beat today?" I nod. "Everyone is your opponent on track and your friend off track so everyone is the person to beat today. You just need to show you can do it." you say making your way to your kart in the second row of the Grid in fourth. "I don't think it will be that much of a challenge." he said walking by you to the first place on the grid. He's getting it now. The race ended with you coming second but just by millimeters. You had been side by side through every corner and it was a photo finish but Lance had one fair. "Damn that was close. Where'd you learn to drive like that?" Lance asked walking to the podium. "I've been karting a while now so I've picked up some tricks and I watch racing too so you learnt hings when you analyse them." you say. "But you also learn things when you just have fun and enjoy watching the races instead of trying to practise everything the drivers do." He had a point. For his rookie race he had a point and he won the damn race. "I think you and I are going to get on just fine Lance." "I hope so."