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𝚣𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚊
This train wreck of a race finally ended.
Checo P1, Seb P2 and Gasly P3. Daniel P9 and Lewis P15.
I'm so happy for Sergio.
He deserves the win and Seb coming in second just made everyones day.
P3 on the other hand was tight.
Charles and Pierre were both fighting and Lando was right on their asses waiting for them to mess up, but in the end Pierre proved to be the better driver.
Me and Daniel's parents were currently waiting for him to finish weighing in and doing his media.
I genuinely want to know what the hell happened to Lewis's car.
"Daniel's going to take a little while" Michael whispered to me.
I went to go see Lewis. As soon as I walked into Merc, I heard a door slam.
"he's pissed?"
"big time" Angela sighed.
"what happened to the car?"
"the magic button"
"he hit it before the restart didn't he?"
She nodded.
damn
"welp let me go deal with mister angry pants"
She patted my shoulder as I walked up to the door. I opened it and walked in. There were papers everywhere.
"first your crying now your raging, you're worse than me when I'm on my period"
"you think my pain is funny?" He asked crossing his arms.
I rolled my eyes.
"don't give me attitude. it's your fault what happened"
"I know it's my fault!" He yelled.
"okay so stop being an ass then!" I yelled back.
"I'm done. I'm leaving for New York tonight" he said zipping down his suit.
He had it hanging around his waist as he started shoving his stuff into his bag.
"why?"
"photo shoot"
ah
"I want you to come too, so get your stuff ready by midnight. we can stay with your parents if you want" he said looking up.
I bit my lip.
"as much as I would love to go home, I can't. I'm going back Monaco with Daniel"
He snickered rolling his eyes.
"yes because he's more important than your best friend"
