"Meds now." Vanessa slams the little container down onto the table infront of me, making me look up at her with scrunched up eyebrows.
"No they make me feel funny"
Oh lord I sound like a fucking child, Shit I sound like Lando.
I shake of the horrifying thought before snapping back into it and just barley catching Vanessa's response.
"Yes meds. Last time you were off them for a race you literally got into a physical altercation with another driver." I glare at her in response to which she continues:
"No control of adhd No going off the medication and also you should really stop frowning, it'll give you wrinkles"
"Touche" I roll my eyes but alas unscrew the bottle cap and pour out a pill into my hands before tossing it back into my mouth.
"You know when we met you could barley do that even with water, now look at you! I'm so
proud of you my little pill-popper" She smushes my cheeks together with a grin. After letting me go she starts walking away, she had a meeting or something to catch before she flew home- luckily bitch doesn't have to attend the stupid FIA event.
I shiver and shake my arms, I fucking hate my meds. I got diagnosed with average to severe adhd when I was 13 and have been on different medications and dosages ever since. I have always hated it. Makes my brain feel weird, slower. Sometimes I think it makes me a worse driver but in some ways I get told it makes me a better one. More level temperament and impulse control less havoc in my brain.
I miss my havoc anytime it's gone. The silence in my brain is always uncomfortable and it makes me feel like a zombie.
"Never knew they medicated people for being stupid" my head snaps towards the entrance of the room and I spot Lando and Carlos coming in. Great just great.
"They don't, you should know since you'd be the first one they would track down"
"Hah" Carlos points a finger at his teammate and throws himself down on the sofa opposite of me.
"Why are you even here? Don't you fly private?" Lando sits down next to Carlos throws a tennis ball down at the floor, catching it and then throwing it again.
Such a child.
"Yeah usually but Seb says it's bad for the environment, don't you fly private"
I close my eyes and lean my head back against the top of the backrest of the couch.
"Seb says it's selfish and waste of money" Carlos thick accent makes me smile faintly.
We were supposed to have a good eleven days off but instead we are being shipped off to some beginning off the season gala hosted by the FIA. And there won't even be any free drinks. Stingy cunts.
"And great thing that you all listen to Seb, Just think how many animals you are saving right now" His voice makes me peel one eye open just in time to catch him sitting down next to me, patting my shoulder.
"Aren't you exited to fly commercial?" That is such a Sebastian Vettel thing to be exited about.
"We are flying first class emirates, we'll have our own floor it's not very commercial" I close my eye again and shimmy my shoulders slightly to get more comfortable.
"Well then when was the last time you flew anything not private?"
I groan at his question, knowing the answer.
"She probably hasn't ever, mummy and daddy most likely got her a plane for her fifth birthday" Lando intercepts before I can answer.
"No I got a pony and a new kart for my fifth birthday actually" I say, smiling once again.
Gosh I loved that pony, Niki, and wow was that kart fast.
"Flying with you three and the others is just going to be a blast huh" Seb says with sarcasm.
"No need to worry both are on meds for the occasion" Carlos assures, sounding like a dad.
I open my eyes and sit straight to look at him. He even looks like a dad. Both his and Landos passports and boarding passes in hand, leaned forward and checking his watch ever so often.
"They're not leaving without us you know"
"Not an excuse to be late" Once again that accent gets to me and I can't help but smile.
"Did you apologize to George by the way?" Seb raises his eyebrow at me slightly nodding his head.
"Yes"
"You should've seen it- Vanessa shoved her over to Mercedes' and then Toto and her made them both apologize, Toto even made George apologize to Lando. It was too good" Carlos laughs while retelling the story, making me pick up my phone and open up Instagram, not interested in him embarrassing me.
Most drivers, especially those under 32 are quite immature and almost always have a god complex. This makes it so that the team principals and team members have to act more like babysitters than any of them would admit.
It's not really a surprise though, most of us have had to sacrifice our entire childhoods to the sport. Always training or competing or learning more about strategy's.
"You are stressing me out, imma go have a smoke" announce and quickly start to get up and walk away as to avoid Sebastian's lecture of why smoking is bad for you. It's not, or yes it is but it makes me feel good.
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"Can I have one?" I slowly lift my gaze from the halfway burned cigarette in my hand to George walking my way.
"You sure you wanna come that close? Doesn't leave you much space you know" I mutter, still a bit sour over the crash.
"Oh get over it, it was your first f1 crash there are way many more to come, you'll get used to it"
"Mhm probably" I fish for the little packet in my pocket before hauling up the little white and gold box.
"Ain't that a little too cliché? "
"Huh?" I scrunch my eyebrows at him while handing him a cigarette and my favorite navy blue lighter.
"You being an f1 driver- smoking malbro, one of f1 s biggest previous sponsors"
"They still sponsor, just under other names" It is a little cliché but a girls gotta do what a girl's gotta so.
"So are you going to apologize for calling me a big fat British cunt?"
"No-"
"But that was rude, and I didn't call you names during interviews it's very unprofessional" he takes a long drag, couching slightly when he lets the cancerous smoke out.
"It was rude, but then again you are a big British cunt- maybe not fat so sorry for that but I am not very professional half the time "
"Guess that comes with still being a kid then"
"Nineteen is legally adult, you're just old"
He coughs again.
"Do you even smoke George?"
I shake off some of the ash on my stick of poison.
"Not very often, I'm not really allowed to none of us are"
"Well" I take a long drag, savoring the last breath of the cig and then dip it into the ashtray before letting it go.
"Me either but it calmes me down."
"What are you doing here anyway- this is for us pesants traveling with regular planes" I shoot him a look before kicking off the wall and starting to walk back inside.
"Lewis is making me fly first class instead of private, he says Seb told him it's better for the environment.
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