It's a little late, but I have worked a total of twenty hours on top of going to school and doing my homework. But DesignatedFangirl here it is sweety. I hope you like it!
You sighed. Another exam done... You cycled home where you would have about five minutes before you would be picked up by your best friend. He would drive you back to Belgium where you would spend the upcoming two days. You arrived home in a record time which gave you the time to pack the last thing you had forgotten to pack. You also packed some additional food so you would have something to snack on the road. Just shortly after you were done Marcus arrived. Wit a big smile on your face, you took your bags and walked up to his car, or well, it was Stoffel's but Marcus was driving.
"How are you Viking?" You asked with a chuckle. "Ready for two days with me?"
"No, but it doesn't matter." you swatted his arm, but after it, you kissed his cheek. You buckled up. "How did your first exams go?"
"Very well, but I am not too sure about math though. English was way too easy on the contrary." Marcus laughed as he drove away.
"English is always very easy for you, you talk way too much to people from foreign countries."
"I don't!"
"You do! I mean, on the track, only Stoffel and Max speak Dutch, or at least from the drivers." It shut you up.
"Okay, you win." You sighed. "Why do you always need to win?" Marcus started to grin.
"It is in my blood." You rolled your eyes. "Let's just leave this behind before you kill me." We still have two hours to go before arriving in Belgium."
"Do you know when Stoffel will be home?" You asked Marcus. You couldn't wait till you could see him. Marcus, him and you would spend some time together, Marcus being your best friend en Stoffel being your boyfriend. You met the two drivers in Belgium during the Belgian Grand Prix. You had gone there in the hope to meet your fellow Dutchman, Max, but you didn't get the chance. You, however, did get the chance to meet Marcus and the two of you got along right away. Not long after, during the Mexican Grand Prix, you met Stoffel. He and you slowly fell in love and since one year you had been in a relationship.
"He has to drive today, but he said he would try to be back by ten." You nodded. That meant you had at least 9 more hours alone with Marcus.
"Let's turn up the volume!" You turned up the sound of the radio, which was playing Dutch music. It was Marco Borsato playing. You loved his music. The lyrics were so beautiful. You softly sang along and Marcus smiled. Even though he didn't understand a word of what you were singing he liked the sound of your voice.
"Afscheid nemen bestaat niet
Ik ga wel weg maar verlaat je niet
Lief, je moet me geloven
Al doet het pijn...
...
Kom als de wind die je voelt en de regen
Volg wat je doet als het licht van de maan
Zoek me in alles dan kom je me tegen
Fluister mijn naam,
en ik kom eraan
Zie, wat onzichtbaar is
Wat je gelooft is waar
Open je ogen maar
En, dan zal ik bij je zijn
Alles wat jij moet doen
Is mij op m'n woord geloven
Afscheid nemen bestaat niet
"What were you singing?" He asked when you stopped.
"I uh..." You stuttered. "Wait a sec." You looked up the lyrics, translating it while remembering the lyrics was a whole lot more difficult. When you found them you started translating.
"Saying goodbye doesn't exist. I will be leaving, but I won't be leaving you. Darling you have to believe me, even when it hurts."
"That's some deep stuff." You laughed. "but continue."
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