Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

36: His last name.

Max's point of view

I thought about not picking up, I really did.

Her name popped up and I was like, what the fuck?

Then my curiosity killed me.

I picked up.

I'm glad I did, because now she's here, shaking like a bitch.

She would've frozen to death out there.

It would mean me dominating this season of F1 of course, but still.

I would never forgive myself if something happened to her.

'You gonna tell me what happened yet?', I ask her.

She shakes her head.

'Vettel please', she's still shaking and her lips are trembling.

'For fuck sake', I mumble and take off my coat.

'Keep both hands on the wheel, Verstappen', she says.

'I'm risking my life so that you are warm'.

'Both our lives, but thank you, Max, I appreciate it', she puts on the coat.

Her phone rings again.

She doesn't look.

'Why aren't you checking it?'

'I know who it is', she says.

'Maeve just fucking tell me what happened, Jesus.'

'It's just Esteban calling, nothing important'

My blood begins to boil.

'Esteban? Did he do something to you?'.

'Max, just drop it'

'I'm not asking you again, Maeve. Tell me now', I say.

Her blue eyes growing big and looking at me.

Tears start to form.

'Maeve, I'm sorry... I- I just want to know, so I can keep you safe'.

She starts to cry, like really loudly.

Fuck.

I pull over to the side and turn off the engine.

'Maeve, Maeve calm down'.

She is bawling, uncontrollably.

My coat is falling off of her.

I grab the coat and pull it over her.

'Maevey? You okay?', she shakes her head.

'Oh fucking hell-', I move over and I grab her body, trying to pull her closer.

My hands wrap around her, my warmth meeting her coldness.

'Maeve, are you cold?', I ask.

Her hand grips my arm and holds it there.

'Please, please stay like this, for a moment. You're hot.'

'Well thanks, but maybe this is not the time for sayin-'

'Max, why do you have to ruin everything? I mean warm you dickhead', she says.

I laugh.

'Max, I really appreciate you picking me up, I know you had no reason to', she whispers.

'I would rather pick you up at 23:48 than lay in my cold bed alone. I couldn't sleep, something kept bothering me.'

She smiles.