F1 One shots

PT1 - Max Fewtrell

You smile when you see that Max' icon says that he's online. You and he have been spending an awful lot of time together through your screens the last few weeks. Almost three months now that you think about it. You met through an online game where you have to play in random teams with people all over the world, and you and Max were paired together. He was good at the game, and you were shit, so naturally that created something to talk about. It took two weeks before you first started talking through your headsets to each other, and you couldn't get over how nice his voice sounded through it.

"Good evening" he says, chuckling when you respond in a posh accent. "How was your day today?" he asks, humming when you tell him about the writing you've done today. "Did you go outside?" he asks next, and you frown a little before answering. "Of course, I went outside. I went on a walk after lunch. Why?" you hear him rummaging around before he answers, "just checking up on you. I went golfing this afternoon." You hum, taking a sip from your drink before asking him how it went. "Pretty good I'd say, managed to beat half the friend group so I feel like that's a decent result" he says, chuckling when he hears you groan. "Let's play something tonight that you'll for sure lose in, not good for your ego if you keep winning."

You log off a few hours later, feeling giddy from the laughs and flirting you and Max shared. That wasn't the only thing you were giddy about though. Max told you he'd text you tomorrow what time he could come online, before realising he didn't have your number. You obviously gave it to him, already anticipating the moment he'd text you tomorrow. You turn off your laptop, humming while walking towards the bathroom to wash your face and braid your hair. You brush your teeth and walk back towards your bedroom to put your pyjamas on and slip under the covers. You're about to set your alarm when you see that you've got a text message while you were in the bathroom.

Goodnight! I'll text you tomorrow x Max

The entire morning and afternoon are spent behind the laptop screen, writing the last parts of your report since you have to hand it in tomorrow. You send it to your class-friend when you're finished, asking her to check it for mistakes while you do the same with her. You send your notes back to her after you're finished reading her report, stretching your stiff muscles before putting some sweatpants on under your hoodie and walking to the grocery store. You haven't had the time to go grocery shopping this week, and you were in dire need of actual food instead of takeout or cup noodles. Your phone vibrates when you're almost at the check-out, and you take it from your pocket quickly to see that Max texted you.

Hey! I'll be home in an hour or so, grabbing a quick dinner with friends. You still down to go online later so I can beat your ass? X

You shake your head, putting your phone away to pay for your groceries and deciding that you'll reply to him when you're home again. You place the bag on your kitchen table after coming home, putting your shoes next to the door before slipping into your slippers. You text Max back that you're ready to beat his ass, and that he shouldn't hurry because you're still making dinner. You chop up the veggies while humming along to your playlist, making an easy dinner for yourself before seating yourself in front of your laptop. You decide to watch a vlog while you eat, not in the mood for a series or a movie. You see Max popping on while you're halfway through your dinner, and you decide to put your icon on online as well.

"Hey, you! Finished with dinner? What did you cook?" he asks happily, and you melt silently from how cute he's being. "I just made an easy rice and veggies meal. Where did you go for dinner?" you ask him, curious to know where he goes out to eat with friends. He hums, "just went to Nando's, nothing special." You nod, humming when you remember that he can't see you. It's kind of weird that you only know what he looks like because of his profile pic, neither of you ever sharing your social media with each other. "I finished my report and sent it to my friend, I think she's checking it right now. I'll hand it in tomorrow and then I'll finally have some free time" you tell him, taking another bite when you hear him hum.

"We should meet up then" he answers eventually, making you almost choke on a piece of rice. "W-what?" you cough, taking a gulp of water from the glass that's standing next to your laptop. "We should meet up then" he repeats. His voice sounds a little more insecure than the first time, but you can hear a glint of hope through it. "You want to meet up with me?" you ask softly, pushing your plate away since you don't feel like eating anymore. "Yeah, I mean, we've been talking for the past 2,5 months now?" he asks, and you hum in confirmation. "I'd like to see the girl behind the beautiful voice" he says, clearing his throat afterwards.

"You think I have a beautiful voice?" you ask with a little confusion, you never really thought about what he'd think of your voice. "Well, I mean... yes?" you chuckle when he answers, "that's not really convincing Max." He laughs, humming a little before saying, "I like it when you say my name like that." The way he says the sentence sends a shiver down your spine, a positive shiver, and before you know what you're doing you say, "Max... Like that?" with a little whisper. You hear him clear his throat, taking a deep breath before he response, his voice huskier than before. "Exactly like that, yes. It sounds sexy when you say it like that."

It takes you a second before you realise what he said, and you can hear him hum when you take in a sharp breath. "So, you've been thinking about me then?" you ask him slowly, shifting in your chair a little when you hear him chuckle deeply. He hums, "I have yeah, do you want to know when I think of you?" he asks, and you bite your lip at the tone of his voice. "I would love to know when you think of me, Max" you answer, dropping your voice an octave when you say his name. You hear him grunt faintly, before you can hear him moving around in his room. You hear him flop down, you're guessing on his bed, before he says "sorry, wasn't sitting comfortably anymore." You hum, waiting until he replies to your question.

"Well, I'm not sure if I can say what I was about to say" he says eventually, chuckling when you let out an annoyed sigh. "Just tell me Max, I want to know now" you reply, smiling when you think of something that might make him tell you. "Please, Max" you whisper slightly, grinning satisfied when you hear him groan. "God, okay. I think about you a lot when I need to come" he responds, chuckling when you hum. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" you reply, giggling when he lets out a huff of air. "There's something that will be hard if you keep this up" he answers, making you blush with the confidence that radiates through his voice.

After your very exciting night chat with Max yesterday, it seems like you can't think of anything but him and his voice. The way your heart thumps faster in your chest when you see that he sent you a message makes you groan at yourself. The annoyance quickly makes place for nervous excitement when you see that he asks if you want to meet up tomorrow. You tell him that you'd love to, agreeing on a dinner and that you'll see where it goes from there. The day seems to go even slower than it was going before you agreed to meeting up with him. Your mind already going crazy when you think of all the possibilities this brings.

You look at your outfit for the 6th time in 5 minutes, deciding that you really are looking cute. A pair of beige loose pants with a white knitted sweater with different colour patches on it, and a pair of sneakers. "Can't go wrong with this, can I?" you mumble to yourself, putting your coat on and grabbing your bag before making your way towards the restaurant. It was actually rather close to your place, so you cleaned up your entire apartment in case, hopefully, you were going home together. You take a deep breath before walking into the restaurant, looking at your phone to see if Max texted you that he's there already. He hasn't, so you ask for a table for two, smiling when the waitress brings you to a spot next to the windows.

You look outside after ordering a drink, observing the people that walk past with curiosity. It's interesting to see what everyone is wearing on the chilly October night; fall has really started, and the fall outfits are part of the reason that this is your favourite season. You squint your eyes when you see a guy walking towards the restaurant before he looks inside, frowning a little before he pulls out his phone. You see him smile when he sees a message, and you smile a little as well. He looks a little bit like the picture Max has, but that would be a huge coincidence if from all the people that walk past, he's the one that catches your eye immediately. Your breath catches in your throat when you see him walk in, looking around the room before his eyes fall on you.