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Waking up with a hangover is never fun. Every sound is ten times louder, everything takes double the energy to do. It took me an hour just to get out of bed. I never let myself get this drunk and hungover which shows how bad yesterday really was. Trying to remember what exactly happened yesterday is useless unless I take the last 5 years into account...
The first grand prix I went to with Charles was Brazil 2018. By that time, he was already announced to Ferrari. He was less stressed so he let me tag along for the last two races. And naturally, him being his best friend, I hung out with Pierre as well. It wasn't the first time I had met him, but in the past we never had time for longer conversation. At the end of the Abu Dhabi race weekend, we exchanged numbers and promised to stay in contact with each other.
Fast forward to Spa 2019, the three of us gave each other a shoulder to cry on, but way too soon, we were thrown into Monza. Charles didn't get to celebrate his win in Spa the way he wanted to, so the win in Monza, in front of all the Tifosi was more than he could ever ask for.
That was also the night where everything began...
After his celebration with the team, Charles and I went back to his hotel, and one thing led to another. The next morning we talked, and realized that our feelings for each other were mutual. We became official, but only to those close to us. To the public we were still only friends.
Exactly one year later, Pierre won in Monza and it was amazing. Even though none of the fans were there, his team and friends were. We went out to celebrate in a bar and had a blast. Near the end of the night though, Pierre brought up something I had forgotten and wished he had forgotten. Back in Abu Dhabi 2019, a sentence that would change everything was muttered.
I told Pierre I didn't think he would win a race in the next few years, not unless he moved away from Red Bull completely. He bet me that if I was right, he'd wear whatever I wanted him to on a race weekend; I gave him until the end of 2020. His side of the bet was that he'd get to fuck me, just like Charles had done in Monza after his win.
I was dating Charles so of course I was going to say no, but he taunted me and called me silly and childish names that somehow made me say yes.