Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

19: Just to me.

Maeve's point of view.

I am sitting in the cool-down room, Max has congratulated me on P2 and I congratulated him on the win, we have to act civil in front of these camera's.

'Vettel', Esteban is walking towards me.

'Ocon, care to explain why you showed interest in my rear wing?', I ask him.

'I'm sorry about that, but to be honest, it was just so I could get closer to you', he says.

I laugh, 'And why is that?'.

'Because I'm actually interested in you, not your rear wing'.

I look at his face, thinking he's joking.

Is this French man flirting with me?

'I don't think you've asked me a question yet', I say.

'How would you feel about getting a cup of tea with me sometime?', he asks.

'She doesn't like tea', Max walks over to us and sits down next to me.

'Max! Congratulations! Maeve, we could also get a cup of coffee, if you are more interested in that'.

I look over at Max, who is not happy or something.

'Well yes, I would be happy to have a cup of coffee with you'.

I have been boyfriendless for at least a decade, I have been sexless for even longer. Maybe it's time to find out about the dating market.

Ocon walks away, only to leave me and Max alone in the cool-down room.

'What are you looking at?', I say, while spotting Max looking in my direction.

'Nothing, so... you like Ocon?'.

'I don't like him, well he's nice most of the time... It wouldn't hurt to get to know him better', I say.

'It would hurt me', he mumbles, but loud enough for me to hear.

'You jealous?'.

'Of you? Never,' Max says.

'Of Ocon, you dickhead'.

'Very, so fucking sad knowing he'll fuck you once and then ignore you', I'm startled, those are harsh words.

'Excuse me?', I say.

'Esteban is known for fuc- having a nice time with most of the females around here', Max says.

'Drivers? I'm the only one'.

'Not just drivers... also mechanics, engineers, sisters... cousins... moms and even wives'.

'In German, we call that a Schürzenjäger', I say.

'Rokkenjager in Dutch'.

'But why would you care about me sleeping with him yes or no? I mean I don't mind, he's handsome and no strings attached... sounds great', I laugh.

For a second Max laughs too.

'I don't want you getting some nasty STD, it may reduce your driving skills', he says.

'Never thought I would talk to you about STDs', I say.

He smirks.

Sienna's point of view.

Luci, Grace and I are running towards the podium.

We don't have to, we have skyboxes, but we think Ocon might be P5 instead of P3.

This would mean that Norris is P3 and Piastri is P4.

We're running like crazy bitches.

Grace is wearing high heels which is stupid.

'Oh god! My ankles are burning!', she yells.

'Keep running bitch!', Luci yells back at her.

I stifle a laugh.

'Wait please!', she stops running and takes off her heels. 'Okay yeah let's run again!'.

'How fucking long is this track?', I yell.

'I DON'T FUCKING KNOW JUST DON'T STOP', Luci screams.

'Miss Sainz! Here!', Horner calls my name.

We run towards him.

'Christian, do you happen to know the podium places?', I am puffing.

'I do, Max 1, Maeve 2 and 3 is... Norris'.

I sigh with relief.

'Thanks, Horner, Max, and Maeve did great! Congratulations', I say.

'Thanks, Sienna. Now go stand there with the crowd'.

'We are not allowed, we have a skybox'.

'I allow it, now go'.

Grace, Luci, and I look at each other and we run towards the crowd.

We have an amazing view on the podium.

They can see us very easily.

Max walks up to the podium, then Maeve.

Luci and I start shouting, 'VETTEL!!!! VETTEL WE LOVE YOU!!!'.

She smiles when she notices it's us and she waves.

Then it's his turn, his brown curls moving with the wind.

His cheeks glowing red from the warmth.

My body shivers like it's cold, but I know it's because I am so happy for him.

So unbelievably happy.

If there is someone that deserves a win, it's him.

Norris, the cutest man on the grid. My man.

His eyes connect with mine.

The sparkles in his eyes shimmer, they shine.

He winks and I almost fall to the ground.

He's so handsome.

He waves to the crowd but I like to think he waved just for me.

Just to me.

And because of that thought.

No matter if I want it yes or no.

I notice it's already too late.

I've fallen for him.

Fallen like I fell all those years ago.

Amazingly hard, with no breadcrumbs to follow the path back up.

No ladders

No lifts

I was doomed to fall for him

For Lando Norris.

I just thought that it would only be once.

That this time would be different.

It was just for pleasure.

That's what I told him.

I told him nothing was going on between us.

'Just for pleasure'

I literally told him that.

But I was wrong.

Everything inside me screams.

'Don't you fall'.

'Don't you love him'.

'Don't you ruin it all'.

But it's too late.

God, I hate being wrong.