Under The Same Helmet

Prologue

OSCAR'S POV.

Welcome to McLaren, the "best team on the grid" at the moment. Amazing car, great results, easy wins.
Who wouldn't want to be here?
Well... apparently me.

I'm Oscar Piastri, Formula One Driver for McLaren. Everything's pretty great, except for one small problem. My wonderful teammate, Lando Norris.

He's... something else. Angry, unpredictable, with this strange vibe, half calm, half chaos.
Honestly, I don't even know how he has so many fangirls. Maybe they like that "bad boy" type.

Lando breaks things. Headphones, doors, patience, hearts... you name it. Whenever anything is not going his way, he lashes out with unnecessary anger and borderline violence.
And Zak Brown? Totally unbothered.
Lando's obviously his favourite.

They told us there'd be no team orders this year, that both of us would have equal chances at the wdc. But honestly, if he murdered someone with cold blood, Zak would probably hand him the trophy himself.

Today was our first race of the season.
Everything was going well until... well, it wasn't.
I finished P9. Not great. Actually, kind of terrible.

When i climbed out of the car, every muscle in my body, burning. I saw him, Lando, celebrating like he'd just won the championship.
Hugging every mechanic in sight, smiling so wide you'd think he never yelled at them a few hours ago.
P1. Of course.

And me? Just standing there, clapping half heartedly, wondering how someone could be that exhausted and that good at the same time.

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LANDO'S POV.

Hello, welcome to McLaren, best team on the grid, with the best car, and, well... me.
I'm Lando Norris, Formula One driver and reigning expert at making my teammate's life miserable.

Oscar Piastri, calm, polite, collected. Until I start talking.
Then it's like pressing the "rage" button on a robot. It's fun really. Kind of my new hobby.

He hates me. I can tell. He doesn't say it, but you can see it, the way his jaw tightens when i make a joke, or when the engineers laugh at something i say. It's hilarious.

Everyone calls him "the future world champion", and honestly? It gets on my nerves.
Like, I literally just won the race. P1. My first win this season.
And still, the comments are all "Don't worry Oscar, you'll get him next time!" .
Like whaat!?

Yeah, I'm the one the team prefers, I know that. But sometimes, it feels like I'm winning all the trophies while he's winning all the sympathy.

Anyway, whatever. I'm locking in this season.
I'm definitely not letting the wdc slip through my fingers into Oscar's hands.