the sunday of the singapore grand prix had finally come and juliet had arrived at the track after missing the first half of the weekend. she was held back in italy touring law schools, and got some notice that the lsat results would be out today.
she had missed charles' fifth pole position of the season, which she of course saw on twitter and smiled wide at the sight of.
victoria met her at the front of the paddock and the girls walked to the mclaren garage. now that everyone knew about victoria and lando—after lando basically outed their relationship in a post race interview—there was no confusion or question about victoria sitting in the mclaren garage, and juliet just followed.
"boo!" victoria grabbed lando's shoulders as the two girls walked to the headphone rack. he turned around to see his girlfriend and a huge smile grew on his face.
"hey!" he hugged her and kissed her cheek, clutching her side as he whispered in her ear. juliet stood and smiled at the couple's interaction, just longing for some sense of that love for herself.
"you guys are adorable, just saying," juliet spoke up, both heads turning to her with a smile. victoria nodded "thanks," and lando just watched his girlfriend, smiling as she did.
lando finished talking to victoria and pulled away, now placing a kiss on her lips as he walked away. victoria's face was beat red with a huge grin. "you love him," juliet blurted out after watching their whole conversation.
"what?" victoria turned around.
"you love lando," juliet repeated, "trust me, i can see it and you know i'm right."
victoria stayed silent, but her pink cheeks and soft smile said everything juliet needed to hear.
the two girls stood behind the desk as the race began. she closed her eyes as the red lights flashed and charles got off the line quick and retained his lead into turn one.
please win for us, baby, she mumbled in her head, thinking back to her little pep talk earlier today.
...
juliet walked into the ferrari paddock complex and waved hello to andy, the only person who'd known about her and charles. he muttered that charles was in his driver room getting ready for the race.
she walked over to the door with the large number 16 on it and knocked lightly. "entra!" her favourite voice spoke in italian. she twisted open the door knob and revealed charles sitting in his fireproof top and sweatpants.
"hey!" he looked up and realized that the girl was standing in front of him. "i thought you were skipping this weekend?" he stood up, placing his hands in his pockets as juliet leaned softly against the closed door.
"meh, decided to come see the race. i think seb has a chance to win!" she quipped, knowing that little jokes like that would make him smile.
as intended, the smile grew onto charles' face and he shot back. "i don't know...his teammate seems very strong this weekend!"
"yeah, tell me more about this teammate," she dragged on, taking off her purse and placing it on the desk.
"um...he's from monaco, his car is number 16, he's starting in first..." he began, tensing as juliet stepped forward at every trait he listed. "and he missed you very much." he finished with the girl a foot away from him.
he stepped forward and engulfed her in a hug, placing a chaste kiss on her lips and then pulling away. "and he's gonna win the race," juliet beamed as her eyes fluttered open.
...
lap 19 came and charles' name was still at the top of the leaderboard. the commentators announced that ferrari was getting ready for a pit stop, which juliet believed was for sebastian vettel. it was always common sense for teams to pit their driver in second place before their front runner.
the gasly watched as coverage shot to vettel's pit stop, which seemed very quick. the radio showed charles' direction to box next lap, which he did.
the problem arised when charles emerged from the pit lane, just for vettel to speed up and undercut him to take the lead. charles had lost his lead of the grand prix because of a pit stop.
she huffed and the screen played charles' radio message, "what the hell?" he pleaded through the radio, with no response. she had hoped there'd be some sort of explanation privately.
so juliet sat in disbelief as charles just couldn't get past vettel. she knew he was getting angry; hence the gap getting closer and the radio messages.
before the race's safety car reset, charles' message to his engineer was simply, "yeah, yeah, i won't do anything stupid. it's not my goal. i want us to finish one-two. i just think it's not fair. but, yeah. this won't change. i won't be stupid for ferrari."
everyone could sense his disappointment and frustration with the team through that message.
the race ended with sebastian vettel in p1 and charles right behind him in p2. an incredible result for the team, but probably a bit annoying for the young driver.
juliet took off her papaya-orange headset after the pit crew filed out of the garage. the podium ceremony was about to begin. she and victoria walked through the crowds and settled on standing at the end of the fence, away from the crowds but still with a decent view of the podium.
she hoped charles could see her from here, because all she wanted to do was look at him, give him a thumbs up, and tell him it was okay.
his name roared through the speakers as the ferrari team shouted and cheered. she looked up as he took his spot on the second step, looking out at all the bodies crowded.
he searched the crowd of bodies and finally locked eyes with her. she smiled at the eye contact, putting her thumbs up adorably. letting him know that she was proud of him.
— notes!
helloooo everyone!!
sorry for the lack of
updates over the past
few days, but here we go!
the brazil gp was INSANE
and i'm about to sob at abu
dhabi for my sebby <33
now that i'm thinking about
it i should've made this
chapter focused on seb's win
and not charles being upset,
but hey the win's still here!
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