"By the time we're 25, and still single, we marry each other,"
"25 is too soon, I vote we wait until 30,"
"Fine 30, but I don't need that much time to learn to love you."
Pierre Gasly and Meredith Carrera, have been inseparable since... Well not bir...
Samuel is an asshole. There's no other way to put it. He's the reason for my insecurities in my driving, when I was younger, but if time showed anything it showed he was wrong.
Meredith knows this, and she's playing me. I know it. I can't blame her, the last conversation we had ended in not talking for years. I walk back to Charles,
"Was that Mere?" Charles asks,
"Yes," I suck in a breath,
"And how did that go?"
"Okay, it could've been worse," Charles hits me on the shoulder in a playful way and we continue filming the vlog for his YouTube.
As I prepare for the race, my mind wonders to Meredith a lot. Maybe even too much, it's distracting. I try to remember our fall out, why we stopped being friends. My mind quickly pushes away those thoughts when I see her enter the paddock, Sam standing next to her. I greet him first and then turn to her,
"Nice to see you again," I smirk,
"Well I don't think I really had a choice," she smiles back,
"I, for one, am surprised to even be invited," Samuel speaks while I fight the urge to roll my eyes, "I never expected to see you here Pierre, as a formula 1 driver." some things never change,
"Well I am, what do you do for a living?" I ask,
"I'm in between jobs, makes more money anyway," he replies, slightly ashamed, good,
"Can I talk to Mere alone?" I request, Sam nods his head as I pull her away from his side,
"He's stupider than I remember," I hiss,
"You're ruder than I remember," she snarks,
"Why'd you bring him?"
"Who else was I meant to bring?" she retorts, tucking her hair behind her ears,
"Absolutely anyone." I reply, she pauses for a few moments,
"Why did you invite me?" she asks, her voice sounding like she was close to tears,
"Because we're friends,"
"We were friends,"
"I don't know," I bite my lip, "Maybe I missed you, is it wrong to want a friend back?"
"No it's not," she says, "It's just unfair. I told you karting was taking up too much of our time, years ago. And now you're in F1, which takes ten times more of our time. When will we have time to hangout? Or even talk?"
"There's a two week break after this race," I offer, "If you really want time I can give you that," she sighs,
"Why would I want to gain you back just to lose you in 14 days?"
"Please just— just give me a chance." I beg, she stares at me before walking back to Sam.
I place P11 in the race. Fucking pathetic.
M E R E D I T H
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may 2022
Have I opened fucking Pandora's Box? Ever since I found Pierre and I's old journal, he's been re-entering my life. I don't know if that's a good thing.
After the GP yesterday, I went straight home to think about Pierre's offer. Two weeks was the time we had, two weeks to resolve our problems and be friends again.
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He agrees to my offer in an instant. Wow, I just invited Pierre Gasly to stay in my apartment for two weeks in an attempt to get to know each other again. Consider Pandora's Box wide open.
