𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 - Ever since secondary school, Cassandra Beauchêne knew that one day she and Oscar Piastri would end up together. But that was not until she introduced him to her best friend and soon later they began to fall desperately in love.
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Oscar Piastri's frustration boiled over in the vibrant atmosphere of the McLaren paddock at the Spain Grand Prix. He found himself in a heated exchange with Lando Norris, unable to contain the whirlwind of emotions surging within him. As the sun cast long shadows over the paddock, Piastri seized the opportunity to pour out his feelings about his best friend and secret crush, Cassandra.
"Lando, you have no idea what it's like," Oscar exclaimed, pacing back and forth. "Cassandra released 'Guts' last week, and I can't shake the feeling that those songs are about someone else."
Lando, caught off guard by the sudden outburst, raised an eyebrow. "Guts? That album everyone's talking about?"
Piastri nodded vigorously. "Yeah, that one. And I'm convinced she's singing about some mysterious guy in her life. I mean, listen to 'Love is Embarrassing'—it's like she's describing someone I know."
Lando tried to suppress a smile, realizing the gravity of his friend's predicament. "Mate, maybe it's just art. You know, creative expression and all that."
Oscar sighed, "I wish it were that simple. But every time she talks about heartbreak, I can't help but wonder if I'm the reason behind those lyrics."
As the two drivers continued their conversation, the bustling paddock became a backdrop to the emotional revelation. In the distance, the hum of engines provided a rhythm to Piastri's passionate monologue.
"You've got to tell her, Oscar," Lando suggested, attempting to offer advice. "Maybe she's waiting for you to make a move."
Piastri ran a hand through his hair, contemplating the idea. "I'm scared, Lando. What if it ruins our friendship? I can't lose her, but I can't keep pretending everything's fine either."
Their conversation echoed through the paddock, drawing the attention of a few curious onlookers. Meanwhile, Cassandra Beauchêne, who happened to be nearby, overheard part of the discussion. Sensing the tension, she approached the duo.
"Oscar, Lando, what's going on?" Cassandra inquired, her eyes flickering between the two.
Caught off guard, Piastri hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest. "Cassandra, I need to tell you something. Your album... it's been driving me crazy. I can't help but feel like those songs are about someone close to you."
Cassandra chuckled, her expression softening. "Oscar, you silly man. 'Guts' is about self-discovery and embracing vulnerability. It's not about a specific person."
Piastri's eyes widened in surprise, relief washing over him. Lando smirked, realizing the misunderstanding. Cassandra continued, "But if you ever feel like sharing your thoughts about it, I'm all ears. After all, true friendship is built on honesty."
"You've completely flipped," Lando whispered in Oscar's ear before wandering off.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the paddock, the duo shared a moment of laughter and understanding. The McLaren paddock, once a canvas for emotional turbulence, transformed into a space where friendships deepened under the Spanish sky.
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In the dimly lit hotel room in Barcelona, the soft hum of the city's nightlife served as a distant lullaby. Oscar lay in bed, his mind wandering into the labyrinth of thoughts that led him to one person—Cassandra Beauchêne. As the night unfolded, the Australian driver found himself lost in contemplation, his mind fixated on the enigmatic singer who had captured his heart.
The gentle patter of rain outside added a soothing cadence to the room, creating a tranquil ambiance. The rhythmic droplets seemed to synchronize with Oscar's racing thoughts. He couldn't escape the vivid memories of the day, the thrill of the race fading into the background as Cassandra's presence lingered in his mind.
Restless, Oscar decided to step onto the balcony, the cool breeze ruffling his hair. The city lights painted Barcelona in a mosaic of colors, yet his focus remained on thoughts of Cassandra. He marveled at the complexity of their relationship, navigating the delicate balance between friendship and unspoken desires.
As he reentered the room, the soft glow from the bathroom caught his attention. The door was slightly ajar, and the sound of running water hinted at Cassandra's presence in the shower. Oscar hesitated for a moment, torn between respecting her privacy and succumbing to the allure of his emotions.
The temptation proved too strong, and he quietly approached the bathroom door. Leaning against the frame, he allowed himself a stolen moment to indulge in thoughts of Cassandra. The steam billowing from the shower painted an ethereal scene, obscuring the details but heightening the senses of her foggy naked body.
"Oscar, you out there?" Cassandra's voice interrupted his reverie.
Caught off guard, he stammered, "Uh, yeah, just... thinking."
A playful giggle emanated from within the bathroom. "Well, you're welcome to join me if you want. It's been a long day."
Oscar's heart skipped a beat at the invitation, but he chuckled nervously. "Maybe next time. I'll let you enjoy your shower in peace."
"This time," he mumbled.
As the water continued to cascade, he found himself enveloped in a contemplative silence. The hotel room became a sanctuary of introspection, and Oscar couldn't escape the magnetic pull of his feelings for Cassandra.
His mind replayed moments of shared laughter, the subtle touches that lingered longer than necessary, and the unspoken words that danced between them. The vulnerability of the night allowed Oscar to confront the depth of his emotions, realizing that Cassandra had become more than just a friend—he had fallen for her, heart and soul.
The sound of the shower ceased, and moments later, Cassandra emerged, wrapped in a plush towel. She shot him a warm smile, her eyes reflecting a genuine connection. "What's on your mind, Oscar?"
He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I can't shake the feeling that there's something more between us, Cass. Something beyond friendship."
Cassandra's expression softened, and she approached him, a subtle intimacy in her gaze. "Oscar, we've shared so much, and I value our connection. Maybe it's time we explore what's between us without the fear of ruining anything."
Her words hung in the air, a silent agreement that spoke louder than any confession. In the quietude of the Barcelona night, two souls acknowledged the unspoken, their hearts entwining like the threads of a delicate tapestry. The city lights outside painted a tableau of possibilities, and within the confines of the hotel room, Oscar Piastri and Cassandra Beauchêne embarked on a journey that transcended friendship into the uncharted realms of something deeper.
Her steady breathing filled the room. It could be the best sound Oscar had ever heard.
"I realized Lando was right about one thing. I had FLIPPED. Completely." he whispers as he strokes Cassandra's bare back.
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typing... so nothings official rn but sex was gonna be involved but Oscar's a pussy ass bitch. btw Adeline is with her babysitter/older cousin
