2023 Grid + few extras (oldies). Most of it is absolute crack so apologies in advance x

"Maybe love isn't about knowing all the answers or being perfect. Maybe it's just finding someone who makes your heart beat faster, who gets your dumb jokes, and makes all the awkward moments feel like the best thing ever."

Petit recueil d'histoires fictives sur la formule 1, tout est dans le titre ! (Et oui, encore un de plus sur Wattpad). Le mot important est bien évidemment "fiction", signifiant donc que tout sort d'un imaginaire. Les personnes mentionnées n'ont rien à voir avec les personnalités qu'elles ont/pourraient avoir dans la réalité. Merci de rester gentil envers les personnages et encore plus envers les vraies personnes dont sont tirées les OS ! Bonne lecture à vous !

Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

<^ Oscar piastri moved to Britain when he was 15. However, in this school was different. It was almost like an American tv show in there. You had the football team, the captain who was a man whore and just so happened to be named, Lando Norris. Oscar didn't speak much. Mostly because he was an Aussie in a British school, he got bullied a lot. Mainly by said football captain. IN OTHER WORDS THE LANDOSCAR BULLY/NERD WE HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR ^>

Mission Oscar Piastri-Leclerc-Verstappen-Norris is a go...in short, chaos reign. Slow burn cuz of course...