Saturday, quali

Maeve's point of view

Since Barcelona... my mind has only focused on one thing since those few days.

What would've happened if I had kissed Max?

If my lips touched his...

If our tongues met each other...

If...

'Maevey, you in there?', Max' voice fills my head.

Speaking of the devil.

I open the door. 'Hello Max'.

'Maeve we have a problem', he looks serious.

Fuck.

'What happened?', I ask.

'My racing suit won't fit', he sighs.

What? That's it?

I start laughing. 'What?'

'Not funny Maeve... it won't close... it's because you have been treating me to fast food these last few days', he pouts.

I giggle as he turns his back to me and I try to zip up his suit.

'Oh wow... I really can't close it'

'Ja slimpie, dat zei ik toch ook al godverdomme', he mumbles.

'As if I could understand you when you talk Gibberish', I smile.

'Just pull harder, Maeve'.

I check the label inside his suit and I laugh even harder.

'What?', he tries to hide his smile but my laughter creates dopamine.

'Max... is it... tight in your... private areas?', I ask.

He looks confused. 'Not that it's any of your business but yes maybe...'

'Do you mind checking my label?', I ask and turn around.

I feel his hand gliding up my back, meeting my neck.

Fuck.

'Oh god', he realizes. 'We're wearing each other's suits'.

He starts laughing.

I zip open my suit and step out of it, I'm not naked, I'm wearing fire protection but he still closes his eyes.

'Here', I hand him the suit.

'Thanks, I better go change', he smiles.

I close the door and I lay down on my bed.

Suddenly a feeling rushes through me.

A feeling of wanting to kick my feet and giggle.

Sienna's point of view

'Éxito, Hermano', I hug Carlos.

'Thanks, Sienna. Make sure to root for us', he smiles.

'I will', I wish Charles good luck and I rush over to the Mclaren garage. If I want to see him I have to hurry.

I find him talking to Oscar, already wearing his race suit.

I can feel the camera's pointing at us as I make my way towards him.

'Sienna', he smiles.

He closes his arms around me and kisses my cheek.

'Good luck today, Novio'.

'Thank you, sweetheart', he kisses me.

'Alright lovebirds, our boy has to step into the car', Zak interrupts us and winks at me.

'He's all yours', I blow Lando a kiss.

Luciana's point of view

'There you are! Where were you?', I sigh as I remove my bag from Sienna's seat.

'Had to wish my boys good luck', Sienna smiles.

'I do it in the morning, takes less time. I had to fight people over our seats', I sigh. 'We should consider those VIP seats'.

'But then we only see it through a screen, now we have both', Sienna smiles.

We always sit with fans, but the fans who pay a lot of money to watch the races.

It's usually less busy here because they're so expensive, which is nice for us.

'So, still busy with packing ur stuff?', Sienna asks.

'Well I can't pack a lot of stuff yet, since everything is in France. But I am already making a list of things I need and don't need', I smile.

'Same, look at the three of us living at Monaco together', she laughs.

'Big three, all together this summer'.

'Be honest, who do you think will be world champion?', Sienna whispers.

'Maeve... I just have a feeling she'll be it'.

'Same, although I have this weird feeling in my gut', I giggle. 'It's nothing, like always'.

Sienna laughs.

Maeve's point of view

Q2 has already started.

Albon had mechanical problems and surprisingly Charles had to retire too.

They might even keep him from racing tomorrow.

I'm here driving like a fucking lion.

I'm really pushing the limits this time.

My car is great this weekend.

I feel great.

I don't feel insecure, I feel overpowered.

I'm a fucking woman in a RedBull. I'm a female F1-driver. I'm better than anyone. Not to mention Sebastian Vettel is literally my father.

Okay I'm letting my cockiness take the overhand.

But still.

I should be fucking proud of myself.

It is a boring session. It's raining right now so I'm inside.

Silverstone is pretty nice to race on, it's the oldest race on the F1 calendar. My father won here 6 years ago.

I might as well leave my car, my lap time was 1:26.089, which is a record since the previous one was 1:27.097.

Max, who is P2 currently is driving 1:27.789 and he can't seem to find those last seconds.

Neither can the rest so I have nothing to worry.

Keep calm, Maeve.

Q3 is a pain in my ass because somehow Logan Sargeant keeps stealing my fast laps.

I am driving 1:27.532 and he is driving 1:27.492.

How the fuck.

Good for him tho, he deserves this.

Wait no.

I deserve this.

I need a pole.

RADIO: Alright Maeve, officially P1. 1:26:134.

MAE: How much time left?

RADIO: One minute, Sargeant is in. Max will outqualify him but not you. You're fast today, Maeve.

I can feel a smile forming on my face.

MAE: Thank you, Owen.

RADIO: Bring it home, Maeve.

Max's point of view

'So, Logan. How does it feel to be here with RedBull?', the interviewer asks.

Maeve is playing with her hair, it's adorable.

'I'm really thankful. I can't thank Williams enough, the upgrades we got really made this happen. I'm happy', Logan smiles.

'You deserve it, Lo', I tell him.

Fuck those people who keep saying we aren't nice to him, he's sincerely a great person.

'Maeve, pole today. Glad?'.

'Yes! It was about time. People kept stealing it from me', she giggles.

'Sorry', I whisper in the microphone.

The interviewer laughs.

'Maeve, we heard that your best friends are moving to Monaco. Uhm wait, no I know this has nothing to do with the race, I'm sorry', the interview wants to go to the next question.

'No wait! Ask me! I get tired of racing questions', she laughs.

'Sienna Sainz, sister of Carlos Sainz and Luciana Vasseur, daughter of Frederic Vasseur are moving to Monaco. Is that correct?'

'It is, my girls are moving closer to me, to live with their boyfriends. It's really amazing to have my friends close to me', she explains.

'Is there competition in your friendgroup? You rooting for Redbull, Sienna for Mclaren and Luciana for Ferrari'.

'Good question, I don't know if my contract allows me to say this', she laughs. 'But... in the end everyone is a Ferrari fan, so no, there is no competition at all. Although they did bet on who they thought would be World Champion'.

'Do you mind telling us?', the interviewer asks.

'Me, they bet on me', she smiles. 'I will become World Champion'.