✓ | UNTIL THE SONG WAS DONE, oscar piastri

THIRTY - FIVE

Maia laughs nervously, "Yeah. I kind of forgot he was home."

That's a lie, by the way.

"We should invite him and his family to hang out during Christmas Eve," her mom suggests with a gasp, clasping her hands together. She turns her head to look at Maia in the backseat. "Wouldn't that be fun? It'll be like how you guys used to as kids, karaoke and all."

"Oh, I don't know," Maia stammers. "He's probably busy."

"He's on vacation, just like yoy," her dad chimes in. "I'm sure his schedule isn't so full."

Maia slumps in her seat and shuts her eyes, fingers clasping over her nose bridge.

She's going to have the best sleep ever when she gets home, and that's all she tries to think about for the rest of the ride.

Eventually, she peers over to look at the screen of the car, and her eyes wander toward the bottom of the device showing their expected arrival time.

30 minutes.

Maia huffs quietly and covers her face as she tries to tune out the conversation her parents are having about some talk they had a bit ago with Oscar's mom and dad.

She never told him when her flight would be, when she would land, and she never told her parents about how her and Oscar's newly re-discovered 'friendship' makes her feel like she's seasick if she thinks about it too hard.

Maia's not stupid, and she knows she can't avoid him even if she tried, but she might give it a shot anyway, because something about the idea of hanging out at each other's houses like the past eight years never happened is making her head spin like crazy.

THE screen of his family TV mocks Oscar as he's faced with the image of his car crashing into the wall, and his eyes are starting to burn from playing iRacing for so long.

He leans back on the soft couch of his living room and sighs, eyes flickering to the clock mounted on the wall.

It's 4 AM.

How in the world did it become 4 AM?

Oscar rubs his eyes and presses the menu button on the controller, then places it on the free space next to him on the couch.

It was so quiet downstairs, the whole house seemingly too big for him to be the only one awake, and yet, he knew he was, and that meant it was either time to head to bed, or it was time for a hot chocolate and five more games before he passes out on the couch with the TV on.

Man, did that second option sound tempting, or what?

Oscar stands up from his place on the couch and walks over to his kitchen, pulling a packet of powdered hot chocolate from the pantry that was cluttered with all sorts of chips and snacks, and basically whatever any of the Piastri family members could potentially be craving at any time at all.

A mug, some hot water, and a few minutes later; and Oscar finds himself in the small family room by the front door of his house, sitting on one of the couches near a window giving him a view of the rest of the houses in front of his own. The scent of hot cocoa floods his senses, and the heat from the warm mug in his hands satisfy his touch.

Oscar blows on the top of his hot chocolate, and takes a small sip, the sweetness running on his tastebuds as he swallows.

He never wants to live in a world without hot chocolate, because that sounds like a cruel, cruel world.

Oscar goes in for another sip, and as he does he sees a car pulling into the driveway of the Hoang family house, and before he could even question why they were out so late—or, early, he should say—he sees a woman with dark hair and a beaming smile open the door of the passenger seat.

He chokes on his drink, and he can't even focus on the heated liquid that has splattered on his shirt as his eyes water.

He never asked Maia when she was coming to Melbourne, did he?

Oscar shakily puts the mug down and smacks his chest a bit, trying to regain his composure as he sees Maia and her dad grabbing her luggages out of the trunk.

This is a sign he should probably get some sleep, right?

Yeah, probably.

One minute he's sat on the couch in the family room, and the next he's running up the steps of his house, leaving his hot chocolate to turn cold and the Piastri family TV to run the rest of the night. Eventually, he finds refuge under his covers, because Maia being home meant seeing her almost every day.

Fucked, that's what he is.

He's so completely, utterly, without a doubt fucked.

NOTES!

oscar: haha wow maia is so cool, just like how i remember her!! i cant wait to see her again sometime

maia, arriving at her house: 😇

oscar:

xoxo, cas