Formula One Reader Insert

Lance Stroll; Make Do.

She tugged the generator slightly closer, and heard Lance speaking. "I don't know why she's in a mood," he muttered. "She didn't have to come, and yet she's decided to have an attitude." He continued to grumble, hitting the last tent peg. (Y/N) sighed and switched the fridge on, packing it with the cans of drink, barbecue meats, and then went on to inflate hers and Lance's bed. Whilst that took its time to inflate, she was carrying their bags through to the tent they shared, struggling to do so, yet refusing any help.

"I'm fine," she grumbled, setting the bags down in the furthest corner of the tent, seeing Lance look at her questioningly. "I'll unpack the mini DVD player and the Futurama box sets, they can go in our spare room, and we'll set up the inflatable couch." She muttered as she went to leave, feeling his hand grab hers.

"Babe, are you okay?" He asked, genuinely concerned that something had happened.

"Yup, I just appear to have an attitude." (Y/N) grumbled, looking him dead in the mahogany of his eyes as he processed the fact she overheard him. She snatched her hand from his and walked out the tent, grabbing the now inflated airbed, screwing the seal up and bringing it back to the tent, throwing it on to the floor.

"Come on, (Y/N), let's talk about this like adults?" He bargained, trying to block her exit strategy.

"You've made it clear, you even said I didn't have to come, and yet I was looking forward to this since the start of the season." She quietly spoke, dipping under his arms to leave the tent.

"Baby, you don't even like camping!" He said, his voice raising in frustration. "I'm flattered you wanted to spend time with me, and as a group, but you knew you'd hate it!" He sounded more whiny than anything.

"Did you completely ignore the second half of my sentence?!" She questioned, her tone now cutting. "I was looking forward to this!"

"Then why are you in a huff?!"

"Because you weren't listening to me, then took your frustration out on me, and I've set everything up and not even had a thank you!" She yelled, giving up and sighing. "This is just like when I went camping is Jamie. He didn't listen to me, he insisted that he was right, and wanna know what happened?" It was rhetorical, and Lance groaned in frustration, mussing his hair up. "Well, I'll tell you! The tent fell, I ended up with a black eye, and he ended up completely fine, because he build his side properly!" It may have sounded like she was yelling, and the Canadian acted as if she did so, recoiling slightly from her vicinity as her voice rose.

"Well, good news is that I'm not him, isn't it?!" Lance responsed, trying to hold back the baffled amusement that was in his tone of voice, watching as his girlfriend threw her hands up in the air. "Are you forgetting that I am A) not him, and B) was there when you came to my front door with that black shiner?! I thought he hit you!" Lance yelled, walking up to her to only have her hands raise to stop him.

"You're acting just like him right now!" She screamed to no one in particular, both Mick and Esteban now watching from the firepit they had descended upon. (Y/N) dropped her head in shame and sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. "I'm going to go for a walk to the pond, alone." She walked into Mick and Este's tent, grabbed a bottle from the cooler. She then grabbed her rucksack, slipped the bottle in there, and walked away, the three boys looking between her direction and Lance, who just threw his hands up in the air and got to work setting up the inflatable sofas.

"Are you not going after her?" Mick cautiously questioned, watching his friend's shoulders sag.

"If I do, she'll only get more angry, she needs time to cool off after these sorts of things." He mumbled, feeling Esteban rub his back.