Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

✨Esteban Ocon - Flynn Ryder

It was no secret I couldn't drive. Nothing made sense at all! Esteban helped me though and he was patient too. "Ugh! I still can't do it." Tears cascade down my cheeks and onto my jumper in the car. "No, it's okay. You'll get it, I know you will. Look, it's easy." he says in an attempt to make me feel better. "Easy for you to say, you have a superlicense! You drive cars for a living. I just need lifts to and from school when you aren't here." His arms slides around my shoulder to comfort me as his other hand rubs my arm. "Look, I've seen worse drivers than you, I'm sure you can get a driving license. Now come on, start the car and don't panic. I'll be here if you need help." I wipe the tears from my eyes and place my hands shakily on the steering wheel. "Okay. Um. lower the clutch yes?" "Turn the keys first but yes." "Oh right. Righ okay." The car begins moving and off we go.

"See? You're already doing really well." I begin to relax a little while after because he wasn't pushing me and he explained how to do everything in a way I understood. "Okay, now you need to brake here." Instead of gradually breaking, I slammed on them, throwing us forward. "Fuck sake! I knew I was shit at this! I just wanna quit Esteban." "Pull into that parking spot, we need to talk." I do as he says and pull in as careful as I possibly could. I turn the ignition off and turn to him. "Okay. I'm parked."

"Why are you so hard on yourself? You can drive. You have one mistake and you say you are useless. You are not." he pauses before speaking again. "If you want, I'll drive us home but we are going to practise more tomorrow. Sound good?" I nod. "How about take out? Does that sound good too?" "Yes! Chinese food! Let's go!" Esteban let's me get into the passenger seat and drives us to get Chinese food.

We get home with the Chinese food and jump into our pyjamas. We plop on the couch, dish out the food and watch Cinderella on Netflix with the fire a glow. Esteban looks over to me and smiles. "What? I know I don't look good when my cheeks are stuffed but I'm hungry alright?" He chuckles. "No, it's not that. You look cute that all. Like a chipmunk." I give him a look making him laugh more. "I mean, thank you but lies aren't appreciated in this household Esteban." I smile. "I'm not lying. It's an opinion and opinions are appreciated in this house when it's from people in this house."

"You know, I really love you. My mom doesn't and my dad definitely doesn't but I think you are perfect for me and I love you with every fibre of my being." He looks at me and wraps his arm around me. "Well I'm glad but I'll never be as good as Prince Charming on Cinderella." I erupt in laughter. "Why would I want a Prince Charming when I can have you? And besides, he couldn't remember what the so called 'love of his life' looked like? Please." "Well, am I better than Flynn Ryder?" I choke on my cola
"Boy, you better know you limits."