๐Œ๐”๐’๐„, lando norris

By lecldior

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The entire world knows Zhang Yuxin for what she does best - writing love songs. Every single song she puts ou... More

๐Œ๐”๐’๐„.
๐Ž๐๐„, ๐—…๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„๐—’ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—†
๐“๐–๐Ž, ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐–บ๐—€
๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„, ๐–บ๐—…๐—… ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž
๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘, ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—…๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ
๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„, ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—‹๐–พ๐—Š๐—Ž๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ
๐’๐ˆ๐—, ๐—‚๐—'๐—Œ ๐—‡๐—‚๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–พ๐–พ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐, ๐—…๐–พ๐—'๐—Œ ๐—€๐–พ๐— ๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—‚๐—
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“, ๐—‚๐—'๐—Œ ๐–ป๐–พ๐–พ๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—…๐–พ
๐๐ˆ๐๐„, ๐—…๐–บ๐—Œ๐— ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€
๐“๐„๐, ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐— ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—†๐—Œ
๐„๐‹๐„๐•๐„๐, ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—€๐—๐—๐—Œ
๐“๐–๐„๐‹๐•๐„, ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—…๐—‚๐—Œ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐, ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐–บ๐—๐–บ๐—’
๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐, ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—„ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—†๐–พ, ๐—‰๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—Œ๐–พ
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐„๐„๐, ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐„๐„๐, ๐—‡๐—ˆ ๐–พ๐—‘๐—‰๐—…๐–บ๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐„๐„๐, ๐–ป๐—…๐—Ž๐–พ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—‘
๐๐ˆ๐๐„๐“๐„๐„๐, ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ป๐–พ๐—‹
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜, ๐—‹๐–พ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„, ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐“๐–๐Ž, ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—๐—‚๐–พ๐—
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„, ๐–ป๐—‚๐—‹๐—๐—๐–ฝ๐–บ๐—’
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘, ๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—Œ๐—Ž๐—‡ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐—Œ
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„, ๐—‡๐–พ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—„, ๐–บ๐—€๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐’๐ˆ๐—, ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—„๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—†๐–พ
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐, ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†๐—†๐—’ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—†๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—†๐—Ž๐—Œ๐–พ
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“, ๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐—‚๐–บ๐—… ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐๐ˆ๐๐„, ๐—‰๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—†๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜, ๐—†๐–บ๐—’๐–ป๐–พ ๐—‚ ๐–บ๐—†
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„, ๐—๐—‚๐—…๐—… ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’, ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‡'๐— ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’?
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐“๐–๐Ž, ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„, ๐—๐—๐–บ๐— ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐–พ๐—’๐–พ๐—Œ?
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘, ๐—†๐—’ ๐–บ๐—Š๐—Ž๐–บ๐—†๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ป๐—…๐—Ž๐–พ
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„, ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹ ๐—๐—Ž๐—…๐—‚๐—‰๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—€๐–พ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐’๐ˆ๐—, ๐—๐–บ๐—‰๐—‰๐—’
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐, ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—’ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—†๐–พ
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“, ๐Ÿฃ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—๐—
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐๐ˆ๐๐„, ๐–บ๐—Œ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–บ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—‡๐–ฝ
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜, ๐—†๐—’ ๐—€๐—‚๐—‹๐—…
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„, ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‡
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐“๐–๐Ž, ๐—€๐—‹๐–บ๐—†๐—†๐—’๐—Œ
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„, ๐—†๐—’ ๐–ป๐—‹๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘, ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐–ผ๐—‚๐–บ๐—…
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„, ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‹๐–ฝ-๐—๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—…๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—๐—-๐—๐—๐–พ๐–พ๐—…๐—Œ
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐’๐ˆ๐—, ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—‚๐—†๐—‰๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐—Œ
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐, ๐—‰๐Ÿฃ ๐—‡๐–พ๐—‘๐— ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ?
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“, ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐–บ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐—
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜ ๐๐ˆ๐๐„, ๐—†๐—’ ๐—‚๐—‡-๐—…๐–บ๐—๐—Œ
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜, ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—๐—๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—‚๐—‡๐— ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Ž๐—‡๐—‚๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๐–พ, ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐–บ๐–ผ๐—„
๐’๐๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐‹, ๐—Œ๐—๐—Ž๐–ผ๐—„ ๐—๐—‚๐—๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž
๐’๐๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐‹, ๐—†๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ
๐’๐๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐‹, ๐—†๐–บ๐—‹๐—‚๐—‡๐–บ'๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—‹๐—Œ๐— ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐–พ

๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐„๐„๐, ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‡๐–พ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—„

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By lecldior




𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄.
❪ 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉
𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. ❫

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yuxin — new york does not seem so pretty without you, my aquamarine blue

COMMENTS💬

@user1 oh my god is she going to release aquamarine blue
@user2 aquamarine blue is def the song that makes it most obvious that everything's about lando

@haeunseo new york
@yuxin new york

@charles_leclerc new york. hi xinnie miss you lots
@yuxin new york!!!! miss u too charles

@carlossainz55 new york
@yuxin new york

@user3 everyone commenting new york WHAT HAPPENED IN NEW YORK
@user4 def about whoevers "aquamarine blue"

@user5 imagine if something happened w camila and xinnie in new york
@user6 no wait that kind of isnt too crazy... camila was in new york a couple months ago
@user7 didnt we stop seeing lanxin interactions after she went to nyc too
@user8 oh my god

@oscarpiastri new york
@yuxin new york
@oscarpiastri new york

@user9 new york @landonorris
@user10 WHYD YOU TAG HIM LMFAOAOOA

Lando scrolls through the comments of Yuxin's latest post, and despite how everyone's commenting "New York", Oscar's response brings back familiar memories.

He should've asked Camila much earlier, but the thought had slipped his mind. "Cami?" Lando calls out, and Camila walks into his room with a bright smile. "Yeah, Lan?"

That dazzling smile somehow doesn't have an affect on him anymore, he finds. It's strange.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," she replies. But she has this gut feeling that it won't be good.

"What did you and Xinnie talk about in New York?" he asks, and at the mention of her name, the smile from Camila's lips disappears, turning into a frown.

"Nothing much. Just... work stuff." she lies, and Lando narrows his eyes at her. He's gotten pretty good at reading her — after all, they have been together for quite a while. He knows that Camila's lying. From the way her eyes fail to meet his, or the way she fiddles with her fingers nervously.

"Look, Cami — I don't want to accuse you of anything, but... did you say something to Xinnie?" he asks, and Camila's heart just drops. He's onto her, and she doesn't exactly know what to say. She bites the inner part of her cheek nervously as Lando looks at her with furrowed brows and his jaw clenched.

"Why would you think that?" is all she can say.

"She stopped talking to me after you went to New York. Plus, when I went to talk to her the last time I saw her in person, she kept telling me to talk to you. At first I thought it was nothing, but then I realised that she might've been telling me to ask you about what happened. She insinuated it in her birthday letter to me too, and now her most recent post — what's really going on here, Cami?"

"She likes you, Lando." Camila blurts out, and Lando looks at her with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Yeah. Her songs, they're all about you. I can't believe you didn't realise this — it's so obvious! She looks at you like you're the only person who matters to her, and as your girlfriend, I told her that she needed to leave our relationship alone. I was only trying to make sure that we'd work out in the end," Camila justifies, and Lando just looks at her blankly.

Yuxin wrote those songs about him?

He doesn't think that he believes her.

"What did you tell her?" Lando finally asks.

"I told her... that she shouldn't get in the way of us anymore."

"She was never getting in the way, Cami. She doesn't have feelings for me." Lando says, and Camila scoffs. "You really don't see it, do you? Everyone else in the world knows that she likes you — even her fans!"

"I'd like to think that I know her better, Camila. Did you tell her to stop talking to me?" Lando asks, and Camila goes quiet.

That's all he needs to hear.

"You told her to stop talking to me." Lando says, voice laced with bitterness.

"It was for us."

"It was not for us," Lando replies. "I have been miserable because I had no idea why one of my best friends suddenly stopped talking to me out of the blue. I have known Xinnie ever since we both made it big in our careers. You didn't tell her to stop talking to me for us — you told her to stop talking to me for you."

"Lando—"

"Camila. You shouldn't have done that,"

"You don't understand—"

"She's been nothing but kind to you. Free tickets to her concert, talking to you whenever she sees you, and even listening to you when you told her to stop talking to me, because she was probably convinced that you made me happy." Lando sighs, and Camila looks at him with teary eyes.

"She didn't like me. Because she liked you."

"She liked you. She thought you were nice, she thought that you made me happy."

Thought. Past tense. Camila thinks that she's really going to lose him now.

"Thought?" she mumbles, and Lando sighs.

"Yeah. Thought. I need to talk to Xinnie," he says, getting up from his chair, heading towards the door.

"Lando, wait—"

"What?"

"What does this mean for... us?"

Lando looks at her, and he doesn't feel that heart-racing feeling before. "You hurt me a lot, Camila. You've seen me... at quite possibly my worst over these past few months — and you knew exactly why, and you didn't say anything."

"I didn't say anything because I knew you'd get mad at me for what I did."

"And you're right. I am upset about what you did. Which is why you shouldn't have done anything in the first place."

"I... I thought she would try and take you from me."

"The fact that you thought that means that you don't trust me, Camila." Lando says. "And if you don't trust me... I don't think that we can do this anymore." he says, motioning towards her and himself.

Camila's heart shatters right then and there.

"You're breaking up with me...?"

"I suppose I am."

Lando lets out a shaky breath as he leaves the house, struggling to blink back the tears welling in his eyes. He takes out his phone to call Carlos, who picks up immediately after a few rings.

"Are you free tonight?"

Lando decides that he'll just drink all the pain away.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
my carlos book "la vie en rose" is out now :)

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