FORMULA ONE IMAGINES - REQUESTS CLOSED

MAX FEWTRELL | 4

requested by: @lbushey

prompt/s;
4. "I wish you could see how much I love you."

Y/N's p.o.v
Life was funny.

It could give you the life you have always wanted, or it could do a complete switch and things would be different.

That was my case.

I didn't start karting till I was 10, late, some would say. Because I was a girl, it made things worse. I was always scrutinised for being a good racer from such a young age it was horrible.

But having good friends in Lando Norris, Dan Ticktum and Max Fewtrell always made it better. We all grew up together from our karting days, all the way up into Formula 3 before Lando moved onto F2 and eventually F1.

Ever since I met them, I had always been the closest with Max, maybe it was the similar age or our dumb sense of humour, we just got on like a house on fire.

10 years later, I was racing in Formula 3 with Max, him at Hitech racing and myself at ART racing. Nowadays, life was somewhat better being in the more professional environment of F3, though the sport had its days where I would hear of all the chat about a girl driving a racing car.

It was another race week and today was the track walk and media day for F3. I woke up for the morning with a smile on my face, although it was too early to function, I managed to have a quick shower and get dressed in a pair of mom jeans and my team shirt.

I grabbed my phone, keys, purse and pass before I made my way to my car, though as I locked the front door a message came through from Max asking for a lift.

I smiled and rolled my eyes before I picked him up on the way. It was no secret that many people thought us two were together, with arriving to the tracks at the same time and in the same car of course people would think it.

It wasn't odd to see a crude message about me sleeping with Max from another troll on Instagram. But Max and I's friendship gave us the ability to pretend by taking the piss out of those trolls.

As I pulled up out the front of Max's family home, I beeped loudly with a giggle as he ran out the door and over to the car. I rolled the window down "Uber for Maximilian Fewtrell."

He smiled his gorgeous smile, accentuating his pearly whites "Oh yes that is I." He played along, jumping into the passenger side and closed the door before I sped off to the track.

"How are you sweet cheeks?" He asked as I concentrated on the road, sunglasses on my eyes and the windows down to enjoy the heat of England. "Uhh, not bad not bad. What about you hot stuff?"

There was no hiding that I had feelings for Max, but the flirting, if you could call it that, was common in our friendship so we didn't really think much of it, though I had wished for the last 5 years it could be.

Lately I had heard Max had been getting a lot of female attention from gorgeous, young models which had altered my moods. I always felt that I would just be Max's best friend. Nothing more.

"Oh well I'm just fine and dandy! It's race week duh, I'm excited to go out on track and demolish you!" He teased and stuck his tongue out causing me to laugh.