𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃, max verstappen

15 ; i'll fuck up anyone for you

RECOMMENDED SONG: paris by the chainsmokers

My body shook from the icy cold that had settled in my bones, making me shiver so badly that Lewis had squeezed into the hoodie with me.

My lips had turned so blue that Toto had called the doctor before he had to put Susie to bed because she couldn't think logically.

I was also finding it difficult to form a sensible sentence.

The sadness had taken hold of my body as soon as it had gone quiet and, surprisingly, Lewis's presence couldn't do anything about it.

He stroked my back up and down soothingly since I had started sobbing half an hour ago.

Lewis was my best friend for a reason. He could understand my grief because he knew everything. He knew what had happened before we broke up and he knew what had happened today —

Because I had poured out my devastated heart to him as soon as he had wrapped his warm arms around my trembling body.

"I don't know what to do now." I admitted honestly, presenting myself so vulnerable that I almost felt sorry for myself. "He was always the best of me." I sobbed into his chest, clutching tighter to his torso, desperate for support.

"No, he wasn't." The Brit gently rested his head on mine and continued to scratch up and down my back. "He brought out a side of you, but wasn't made up of that side."

And yet I felt more desperate, more helpless than I had in a long time.

Lewis sighed.

"My whole life I've depended on other people because I thought I wasn't worth it. Because I'm... different. Different looking." I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his tangy scent.

I looked up at Lewis with teary eyes.

"You're not different, Lewy. You don't look any different to us." I gently put a hand to his cheek, because even though the Brit pretended to be okay with it, it affected him deeply.

"I know." Our eyes met and I could read the pain in his dark eyes, could almost feel it as if it were my own.

"I'm glad not to be exposed to the hate for two weeks," Sighed the Mercedes driver, who received more than one hate message a day.

Death threats, even.

"I'll fuck up anyone for you if you want." I grinned exhaustedly at him, earning a smile from my counterpart that seemed to heal my heart a little.

"I know you will." Lewis stroked my head, ruffling my hair with just one movement of his huge hand. "But violence isn't the answer to the problem, Ti." I shrugged innocently, hinting at the irony with my gaze.

"But it vents frustration."

With a smirk on his lips, the Brit shook his head, our noses brushing.

He knew how to cheer me up.

"What are you actually doing over the weeks off?" I murmured quietly, cuddling up to his warm chest again, already feeling like I was sobering up again.

The grief was returning more and more every minute.

A grin appeared on Lewis' lips.

"Why do you think I'm here?"

In disbelief, I tried to pull away from him, but I forgot that he was in a hoodie with me and slammed into his head with full force as his weight pulled mine down.

"No way! I thought you'd forgotten!" I exclaimed, although this time you could tell I was still high on alcohol.

"How could I forget that we're spending the weeks off together? Do you honestly think so little of me?" He clutched his chest in mock offense and exhaled theatrically.

"Of course not, but you said Roscoe was waiting for you." I replied, shaking my head and lying back on his tattooed chest.

The trembling of my body ebbed more and more, but Lewis' grip on my cool body didn't loosen.

"That's what she's doing. That's why George is picking her up right now." Joy formed in my stomach, giving me goose bumps so bad that Lewis looked at me with concern.

I was so incredibly happy that Lewis had come along after all, that he hadn't forgotten about our thing together.

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When George finally arrived to pick us up a few hours later, the alcohol had almost completely left my system and I was almost back to normal.

I could think normally again, but somehow speaking was still a thing in itself.

As soon as Carmen caught my eye, I started shrieking loudly and jumped into the young woman's arms with such force that she banged her back against the overpriced car.

"There you are again!" I exclaimed happily, pressing her so tightly against my body that the taller girl would suffocate in a few moments. "You can make an appearance on the grid, Car." I detached myself from the blonde and looked at her almost sternly, suppressing the urge to poke my index finger into her chest.

"Sorry, my boss is giving me hell at the moment. Actually, I wouldn't have gotten the day off if Lana hadn't stepped in for me," She sighed, fixing her perfectly lying hair and glancing over my shoulder to throw Lewis an open smile.

The two of them didn't know each other that well, but somehow I had the feeling that the vacation would still be incredible.

"I know," I smiled tiredly as Lewis loaded our suitcases into the big Mercedes and Carmen and I got into the far too good-looking car.

We would definitely stand out everywhere with this car, but as long as the Mercedes drivers were by our side, I didn't really mind.

I was filled with an indescribable sense of anticipation that couldn't be put down.

Although I would have loved to see Mick again before we disappeared completely from the scene for two weeks.