I Care ~ Lando Norris

Chapter 16: Seasons Finale

We said each other goodnight, and with that I closed the door behind me.

Seated beside Lando on the private jet, the engines hummed a familiar melody as we soared through the clouds toward the last race of the Formula One season. The sun painted hues of orange and pink on the horizon, casting a reflective glow on the small cabin.

Glancing at Lando, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of nostalgia and excitement. "Last race already," he remarked, his gaze fixed on the passing clouds.

"Time really does fly," I agreed with a wistful smile, thinking of the whirlwind of experiences that had defined this season.

As the jet journeyed toward the season's grand finale, Lando leaned back, his eyes reflecting on the unpredictable ride we had been through. "It's been a wild ride, hasn't it?"

I chuckled, memories of victories and challenges playing in my mind. "Wild is an understatement. But I wouldn't change a thing."

Our conversation shifted to the upcoming race, strategy discussions blending seamlessly with laughter and shared memories. The camaraderie that had blossomed over the season transformed the jet into a temporary sanctuary, allowing us to momentarily escape the intensity of the racing world.

Lando's pride in what we had achieved together this season was palpable. "We've faced everything this season threw at us. Let's make this last race memorable."

I nodded, the shared determination resonating between us. The altitude gained by the jet mirrored the anticipation building for the final destination of the season.

As the journey continued, moments of reflection turned into laughter, weaving a tapestry of camaraderie against the backdrop of the endless sky. Our friendship, born from the shared experience of the Formula One circus, transcended the confines of the racetrack.

With the jet's descent, the wheels touched the pavement, marking the beginning of the end, a crescendo toward the season's grand finale. Stepping off the aircraft, Lando turned to me with a grin. "Ready for one last push?"

Absolutely, I thought, meeting his gaze with determination. "Let's make this race one to remember."

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The racetrack buzzed with activity as we stepped into the paddock. The familiar scent of gasoline and the distant hum of engines created an atmosphere charged with anticipation. Qualifying day had arrived, the day that would set the stage for the grand finale of the Formula One season.

Lando and I, surrounded by the energy of the paddock, exchanged a glance that echoed our shared determination. As we navigated through the crowd, I couldn't help but notice the vibrant colors of team merchandise adorning fans and personnel alike.

A mischievous grin spread across Lando's face. "Feeling a bit rebellious today, Bella?"

I chuckled, realizing that my choice of attire hadn't gone unnoticed. Wearing my Ferrari merchandise, the contrast with the McLaren-dominated paddock turned a few heads.

Lando raised an eyebrow playfully. "Supporting the competition, are we?"

I winked at him. "Just showing some love for my brother. Besides, a bit of friendly rivalry never hurt anyone."

As the day unfolded, the tension in the air heightened. Qualifying sessions echoed with the roar of engines, the screech of tires, and the collective cheers and sighs of fans. The racetrack became a theater of speed and precision, each lap determining the starting grid for the season's final race.

Throughout the sessions, Lando and I shared a mix of excitement and nerves. The racing world, ever dynamic, unfolded before us. Lando's performance on the track drew cheers from McLaren fans, and my brother Charles showcased his skill with the Ferrari.