โ๐๏ธ . ๐๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ !
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฎ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ !
โ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐๐๐๐ !
โ ๐๐+ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ , ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ !
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ !
โ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ
โ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ [๐ฌ]
โ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ [๐]
โ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ [๐]
โ๐๏ธ . ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ !
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ [๐ฌ]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐๐ฒ.
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
โฎ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ [๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ซ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
(๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฌ๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฒ ๐ค๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ง ๐ค๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ)
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ [๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ,๐ฌ,๐,๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ.
(๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐)
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
โฎ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ [๐ฌ,๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
(๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐ค๐๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฑ.)
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐ [๐ฌ,๐,๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ซ๐ข'๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
โฎ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ฅ [๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ!
(๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข; ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐)
โฎ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ [๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ,๐,๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ!
(๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ค & ๐ฃ๐๐๐ค'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐)
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฉ.
(๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐จ'๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐)
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
โฎ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ [๐,๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฑ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ!
(๐๐จ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฌ: ๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ, ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ฅ)
โฎ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ.
(๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐๐จ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐๐ซ๐๐ง)
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
โฎ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฐ๐.
(๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ง๐จ๐ก ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ซ๐'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ข ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐.)
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ [๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ,๐,๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐.
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ [๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ,๐ฌ,๐,๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ.
(๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ง ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฌ)
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ฑ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ.
๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
โฎ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐๐๐ข๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐.
๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐งโฆ
โ๐๏ธ . ๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ !
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ [๐]
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ซ.
๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
โฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐๐
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐. (๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ข๐ญ)
๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐งโฆ
โ๐๏ธ . ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ !
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐'๐๐๐๐ ๐
โฎ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐.
(๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐๐)
๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐งโฆ
ยฉ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ค๐ง๐-๐จ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐๐ข๐๐ฒ, ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค.
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second chance
franco colapinto x reader
in which you give your ex franco a second chance.
a/n: this one is for @im-an-overthinker because they mentioned they like franco and iโve been dying for requests ๐ฉ hope you like it!!
โjust come with me. itโs the first race of the season, you canโt miss it!โ
clara was pleading with you, making every attempt to persuade you to join her at the first race of the formula three season. she paced anxiously as she scrambled to think of another reason for you to come, but you remained reluctant.
โi have no reason to go anymore, clara. iโm not a wag, and i donโt really want to see franco after he made up some dumb excuse to call it quits so that he can bang track bunnies all off-season.โ you stood up, moving to the window to look out at the monรฉgasque city. there was no reason to leave the comforts of home; at least thatโs what you tried to tell yourself.
clara joined you at the window, studying the cars that passed by below the apartment.
โdonโt let franco stop you from enjoying things. besides, it would be good for you to show him that you are better off without him.โ
you hated that she had a point. you never only attended races for the sake of being a trophy girlfriend either โ your love for the sport was true, and racing was something you had always had a passion for, even before franco.
โi hate when youโre right, you know.โ you looked over at clara, who had a wide grin painted across her face as she stared back at you.
โso youโll come?โ
โonly if we find a good club for the post race celebration.โ
โdeal.โ
โข โข โข
you decided on white pants and a brown cropped top for your appearance, a lowkey look for your first paddock walk as a single woman. stressed was an understatement that described your current mood, rushing to slip on a pair of heeled boots before running out of the hotel room to meet clara.
the drive to the track was quiet, the two of you too full of nerves to spark a conversation. you gripped the paddock pass in your hand, knuckles pale with tension as you attempted to ease your nerves. before you could gather your thoughts, the car slowed to a stop and you were forced to follow clara out of the comfort of the backseat. as expected, cameras were immediately pointed towards the two of you as you beelined towards the entry point.
โdonโt even worry about them, cherie. keep on walking, youโre doing great.โ
clara grabbed a hold of your hand, squeezing it reassuringly as you scanned into the paddock. looks were exchanged between you and several drivers, who simply gave you a smile. it was a smile of pity. you hated it.
โgod, they think iโm pathetic,โ you sighed, trying your best to keep your head up and appear unfazed.
you walked past the van amersfoort garage, your eyes instinctively wavering towards the entrance. unsurprisingly, franco stood just outside, leaned against the wall alongside reece ushijima. his eyes met yours for a moment before you flickered your gaze away, turning into the prema garage.
โy/n! you made it, i see.โ arthurโs perky voice lit a smile on your face as you accepted his embrace, letting out a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around you. arthur was your best friend, and the one who introduced you to the lifesaver that was his girlfriend, clara. he knew how to light up a room, his infectious personality immediately easing your nerves.
โi did, unfortunately.โ you laughed nervously, smiling as ollie bearman joined in with a welcoming hug for you and clara.
โnow now, y/n. itโs always a pleasure to have you here. at least weโve got you cheering for the right team now.โ ollie joked, and you couldnโt help but laugh at his comment.
arthur began to zip up his suit, and ollie mirrored his actions.
โhate to cut the sentiments short, but weโve got a race to win. see you all on the other side,โ arthur shared a kiss with clara and gave you a quick hug before running off, ollie trailing closely on his heels.
โข โข โข
it was no surprise to see ollie on podium alongside arthur, with an impressive prema 1-2 and franco in third. you wanted to be bitter over francoโs success, but your instincts were telling you to celebrate.
the after party was at a local club, and per usual you were attached to the bar. you had no desire to dance or meet new people โ in all honesty, you wanted to go back to your hotel room and hide out until your flight home. instead, you took a sip of your fourth margarita of the night.
โafter the second one youโd think a margarita would get boring.โ
the painfully familiar voice made your hair stand, not even having to turn to see who it was.
โiโm not surprised to hear that from you. you seem to get bored quite easily, franco.โ
you set your glass down and turned to face him, his warm, brown eyes instantly melting your heart. as much as you wanted to hate him, you fell in love with every moment of eye contact you shared with him. you didnโt want to be so bitter, but he deserved it after he had left you so easily.
you threw your head back to kill the last of your margarita, grabbing your things in a rush as you prepared to leave.
โiโm actually not going to do this right now, franco. you left me so you could go hook up with your instagram models, so go have fun.โ you began to head for the exit, but you could feel franco hot on your heels.
โamor, please. wait up.โ he grabbed your arm, which you pulled back without hesitation.
โlet me at least take you back. i donโt want you to walk alone.โ
you couldnโt exactly stop him, so without protest you slipped out of the club and onto the lively streets of bahrain with your ex-boyfriend close behind.
the walk was silent, with you not in any mood to talk to franco and him respecting that for the time being. the two of you entered the hotel lobby, making a straight shot to the elevator.
โi regret breaking up with you, you know.โ
franco finally spoke up as the doors to the elevator closed. bastard. it was his plan all along; wait until you were isolated to torture you with his excuses.
โi donโt want to hear it, franco.โ you shut him down quickly, but he was persuasive.
โplease just listen, y/n. iโm not the best at saying how i feel, and maybe thatโs why i pushed you away. but i never broke up with you to be free of you. the past couple of months without you have been absolutely miserable.โ franco took your hands in his, and this time you didnโt pull away. you didnโt want to.
โiโve realised that this driving thing kind of sucks when you donโt have your number one supporter by your side.โ he looked down at you, his brown eyes doing that thing that made you so helplessly in love with him. ever so slightly he pulled you in to him, until just inches of space lingered between the two of you.
โi love you, y/n. i never stopped loving you.โ
reluctantly, you closed the space between the two of you, francoโs body heat warming you immediately.
โi want to believe you, really โโ
โthen believe me.โ franco cut you off with his lips against yours, and you couldnโt help but eagerly return the kiss as the elevator slowed to a stop at your floor. you pulled away from him, stifling a grin.
โcare to join me? this doesnโt mean i forgive you, by the way.โ
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