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𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙩, 𝙄 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪
It was no secret, they had fought each other, it was also no secret to the world that they hate each other for it. Well, at least for Esteban. But Pierre? He never. Not even a single hatred towards the other french. That results him in long of sleepless night throughout his teen years, Pierre looking over his ceiling seeing what he had fucked up along the way making Esteban hate him so much. Was it his words, his antics, or his actions that makes Esteban mad at him. As he more matured, it went blur, whatever they had fought when they were little.
Yet, it's infuriating no matter how much Esteban not even wants to be in the same room as him, he will always draws into Esteban. Pierre denied it, for his own sanity, but seeing Esteban can't help but make him keep seeking for something deep inside that he can't name. He's determined, just to see what's wrong and how to fix it.
And that's how no matter how much Esteban always avoided him like a plague, Pierre is always there. Smiling in all his glory looking over at Esteban. It's like fate hated Esteban so much. Like fate didn't let Esteban has a breath of relief. Eventually Esteban adapt to it, he could see Pierre in tracks, parties and even when he makes it to F1. It seems like even if Esteban running away to the arctic, Pierre still would be there. And he probably would, Esteban didn't know how but he'll be there.
𝙉𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪
𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤
In those years meeting each others, Pierre tried, to communicate he always did. Yet, Esteban ego always win, he shuts him off. Never he wanted Pierre to be close with him. But Pierre, the determined man he is, he learned what Este likes, befriend with almost everyone who friends with him. Esteban is confused at this point, what is Pierre benefitting over trying to talk to him.
And Pierre, he would wait for Esteban no matter how long or how much he needs to redeem himself. He just wants Este to talk to him, again.
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡, 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚.
As the years went by, Este couldn't seems to get rid of the other french man. Frustration in races and life lead one thing to another. It's no longer the first time Este falls into the bed of his childhood best friend turned enemy. He shrugged it off, every little butterflies he get once Pierre let him stays longer in his hotel room or when Pierre drove him to races, it's just a fling he thought.
And for Pierre, there's definitely something, a sparkling feeling. A feeling that Pierre didn't even tried to denied at the end of the day. Yet, Esteban didn't need to know this and Pierre is a starved man, he'll eat everything Esteban had thrown at him, every little affection he could seek out of the other even if it means nothing.
𝙊𝙝, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣' 𝙛𝙤𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣' 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪
𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚
𝙊𝙝, 𝙄'𝙙 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣' 𝙛𝙤𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣' 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪
𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 ( 𝙇𝙤-𝙡𝙤-𝙡𝙤-𝙡𝙤-𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚)
They keep running around in an endless loops from hating each other to drunken one night stand and back to point one again. Esteban had tried to loosen the tied, to run away as far as he could from Pierre's grip. But he always there, with his stupid smug that Este couldn't run away from no more.
On the other side of the battle, Pierre fall into the deep end. He'll probably do anything, literally anything Esteban asked him to. He'll die for him if he asked, which is too good to be true but he definitely wants Pierre to die sooner or later if he keeps up with him.
𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚
And now they're back on their hating game. Each keep chasing and another keeps running. They're like the same side of magnets, will never be joined.
Esteban still in denial, didn't want to admit his nor Pierre's feeling. And Pierre, the stupid man he is, he keeps on waiting, chasing, and trying to get close to Esteban. To seek every tiny affection he could. He wants him back, he knows eventually he'll find his way. It's no longer the obsession to get forgiven but rather the burning passion to make Esteban his.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚
At the end, it seems like fate hates Esteban so much that it makes him and Pierre became teammate. It's hard to run now when he needs to face Pierre again. Alpine is stupid he thought, putting him and Pierre together is a messy job, it'll get chaotic within seconds, he knows it, but the media couldn't help but loving the burning drama in between them that he guarantee not either of them could actually explain what's the problem is.
That day, he gets into the building, face to face with the man himself, Pierre Gasly, smirking ear to ear looking at him dashingly like he's such a predator and Este is his prey.
"you can never escape me non mon ange?" As the word said, Esteban couldn't decided if he either wanting to punch the face so badly or kiss him to shut the hell up. Yet he stands there all lanky and glaring while muttering "cut it off Gasly, we knew where this will lead to" making Pierre let out a laugh. It's a curse for Esteban but it's indeed a blessing for Pierre.