Summer break in August is a great opportunity to spend some time with your boyfriend Fernando Alonso in Spain. Nice weather, sun, beaches and... Mark Webber. He was a very close friend of the spaniard and such a nice guy, you liked to spend time together. One day you decided to play volleyball on the beach.
- Y/N, amor, I can't find the ball. - Fernando looked everywhere and don't even ask how the house was looking after it...
- Well, Sherlock, I am not surprised. You can't even find your helmet in the garage, so...
- IT WAS ONCE!
You laughed and took a basketball ball.
- How about this?
- How will you play volleyball with it?
- Aren't you strong enough?
- Well... I am, and Mark is, but you...
- HEY!
- Okay, amor... Okay, but don't say that I didn't warn you. -he pulled you by the arm and gave you a light kiss on the lips.
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Mark and Carlos were waiting for you on the beach. Carlos Sainz Jr decided to join us for the game.
- Hola, Y/N. - he waved. You hugged him. - Lets play!
- Ella es mi novia, Carlos.- Fernando smirked.
- Ay, no seas celoso, amigo.
- What did he say?- you asked Mark.
- Something about 'friendship' I guess.
The game began. And the ball was heavy indeed. You couldn't hit it properly.
- LOOK OUT!- Fernando screamed but it was too late. The ball hit your right in the head.
- Oh, shit... -you were laying on the san, Fernando standing above.
- Hey, hey, how many fingers?
- 2... that doesn't help....
- That hurts, I guess...- Carlos said and Alonso shot him with a deathly look.
- Cmon, easy... - he helped you to sit. - Alright?
You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder.
- How about cocktails? - asked Mark. - I'm treating.
