F1, F2 & F3 : Finished

• Marcus A •

✨ Bowman12 ✨

I was in Monza for the Italian GP, it had cost me a good percentage of this years savings but it was worth it. I decided to get my moneys worth and stick around for all the races; F2 and F3. It was a lot quieter in the stands during the support races and it was actually nice to be able to see the drivers on the podium without being shoved by 50,000 other fans, it was especially nice being able to see a driver called Marcus Armstrong on the podium, I followed his career loosely, he was the same age as me and probably my favourite F3 driver and a bonus; he was cute.

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It was a short while after the F3 race and I was hovering around the circuit in the aim of finding a cab to take me back to my hotel. Someone had mentioned the circuit had mini busses that take you to and from the hotel but I couldn't seem to find anything so stood furiously tapping at my phone in the hopes of dragging an Uber driver all the way here. I heard some commotion and saw a group of photographers crowd around a person who had just emerged from the pit-lane and was making their way over to the car park. After a few photos they sulked off, ready to snap their next victim in the hopes of a story. My eyes flicked to boy they had been crowding: quite tall, dusty blonde hair that softly swept upwards, his eyes concealed behind dark glasses. A red top with black shorts helped define muscular arms but my eyes were drawn to the trophy swinging in his hand. Oh lord... it's Marcus Armstrong. I saw him look my way before flicking his attention back to his phone as he slowly made his way to the other side of the car park; probably to get into some private transfer awaiting him. I had a burst of confidence that I instantly regretted as I practically hollered at him,

"Hey, sorry to be a pain but -"

"Yeah you can have a picture."

He muttered, jogging over , holding his spare hand out for my phone. I laughed lightly, as he tilted his glasses up to meet my eyes.

"I don't want a picture, I was wondering if you could tell me where the circuit taxis are?"

His face dropped slightly before opening into
a wide, boyish grin,

"Sorry, I'm so used to girls just practically begging for a picture." He mocked, placing a fake hurt hand over his heart, before he continued.

"About the circuit taxis, they finish at the end of F1 events, they don't cater for F2 or F3."

I sighed and smiled softly at him,

"Alright, thanks for you help, though... I will still have a picture."

I grinned as he chuckled and took my phone, switching it to front camera. He wrapped an arm round my waist and pulled me close to him, grinning as he pressed the camera button.

He slid my phone onto camera roll, not fully letting his hand drop off my waist until I awkwardly coughed and he practically seemed to jump away from me: blossoming a deep crimson. He shoved the phone back in my hands,

"Is that photo alright?" He questioned nervously,

"Lock screen materiel." I replied. He grinned at me, seeming happy with my reply.

"If you need a ride back to your hotel you can always carpool with me, I'm sure the driver won't mind."
He offered a sweet smile, baring white teeth at me, his strong New Zealand accent dripping on every word.

I squealed a bit and thanked him, double checking if he was sure and when he confirmed for the third time that he was I wrapped him in a tight hug, thankful that I was finally getting out of this car park. He led the way through the space and into a small strip off the road where a black car was waiting, it had the official prema team badge on the door, which he opened and beamed at me as I slid in. He shut the door, jogged round to to the other side and got in, taking his glasses off as he did so, revealing bright eyes, burning into mine as butterflies fluttered throughout me. I flicked me sight to outside, gazing through the window at the trees rolling by as we left the circuit.

I felt myself slipping into a deep red as Marcus's eyes skimmed over my body from head to toe, gently smiling to himself,

"Are you checking me out?"

I muse, turning to suddenly face him,

"No... well yes, but not in a creepy way don't worry it's just that you're quite pretty that's all." He chuckled, sweeping his hands through his hair in a nervous manner.

I smiled, and shuffled slightly closer to him.

"We don't have to go right back to the hotel, I heard there is a nice square in the centre?" I asked quietly,

He seemed ecstatic with my request and hurriedly told his driver the new location and grabbed my hand into his;

"Well this is the best bloody carpool ever!" He grinned....