𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, max verstappen

07 ; you're rambling

"Carmen freaked out when I told her we were going together," George grinned at me and took the suitcase I was dragging next to me. "She told you to just bring Chief and Nala or she'd kill you herself." His grin colored my lips. Smiling, I shook my head.

Today we would be flying to Canada and then the drivers would have their well-deserved break where they could switch off for a while.

"You're going to the south of France again?" Asked Toto, walking a little slower in front of us so that he could talk to us. I looked apologetically at my father.

"I promised Anna I'd come by in the two weeks." Toto looked over his shoulder at me with a grin and then shook his head.

"You always want to please everyone and that's no good, Tilly. Think about yourself for a change."

I rolled my eyes. I didn't feel like listening to preaching and the alcohol from yesterday made my reaction to his lecture even worse.

"I'm thinking about me. In the second week, George, Carmen and I are going to Italy."

A smile crept onto my father's lips and I knew he was glad that I was doing more with George again and not holed up in my room for the two weeks.

"Are you taking the two dogs with you? Then Susie and I can go on a little beach vacation too."

George answered for me.

"Of course she's taking them. Carmen threatened to kill her otherwise." My best friend grinned and my father nodded understandingly before picking up the pace again so he could get to the jet before us and sort out everything we needed.

I sighed.

"Do we always have to fly on the jet? Can't we fly by plane like normal people?" George looked at me with amusement, then nodded to the fans who had gathered behind the gate. "You don't want to fly with us, believe me."

I remembered how often the fans had stopped Max and me because he had always flown on the normal plane for my sake. We had missed our flight more than once and had to take the jet after all, but it had never really annoyed me.

Many fans still approached me even though Max and I hadn't been together for months. They wanted to take pictures or videos with me and told me about their day or how Max's and my relationship had shown them that true love still existed and they were deeply shaken when we broke up.

And even though I never told them the reason for our breakup, they supported me, stood behind me and had my back.

"You're rambling," The Brit whispered in my ear, sending goosebumps over my body as his hot breath hit the cool back of my neck.

"I'm not." Playfully offended, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked defiantly straight ahead to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Of course not." He deliberately pushed the suitcase against me, making me laugh as I almost fell backwards onto it.

The Brit looked at me with satisfaction and walked to the exit, where we went straight to our private jet.

The black jet with the Mercedes logo caught my eye and I sighed heavily when I saw the fans on the fences trying to get videos of Toto and George.

Suddenly I realized that Lewis hadn't come with us and asked if he wanted to fly alone today as he usually flies with us.

"Are you excited yet?" I knew that Toto would start talking about the updates as soon as we got on the plane and tried to prepare George as best I could.

"Should I be?" The Mercedes driver looked at me with raised eyebrows as he handed the suitcases to the staff so they could stow them in the luggage compartment.

"I mean about the updates, you idiot."

He looked at me as if a light had just dawned on him.

"I'm actually more excited to test what the new cars can do." He stroked his hair confidently before getting into the jet and sitting down in his usual seat.

I sat down next to him, as I usually used him as a pillow so I could sleep comfortably.

"Better not be so self-conscious, Georgie. Max is still in his RedBull." I quipped, wiggling my eyebrows and getting a quick smack on the back of my head in return.

"Ow!" I complained with a laugh as my dad took a seat opposite us.

I hadn't realized that I had been talking about Max. It was still so common for me to talk about him and a dull feeling spread through my chest when I thought about it.

"I want you to stop intimidating our drivers. George has made it very clear that he could beat Max. We just need the right strategy."

I wasn't surprised that my father didn't get the joke and I just wanted to refer back to George's interview.

"Sorry." I mumbled absent-mindedly, glancing out of the window as I noticed us moving. I quickly fastened my seatbelt and then clutched George's arm to somehow face my fear of flying.

"You fly every weekend and you're still scared of it?" My best friend scrutinized me with a laugh. I shook my head as he held me close to his body, trying to give me the reassurance I really needed right now.

"You see Chief more often than your race car and you're still scared of him." I defended myself, dropping my head anxiously onto his shoulder as I clawed harder into his arm.

Flying was the worst.

If God had wanted us to fly, he would have given us wings.