Oscar and Lando may have fought..

Just a teeeeeeeny tiny bit 🤏

May have ended in Lando crying, and going batshit insane,

But..

Uh.

Eh.

It started by a stupid practice, where the team fucked Lando over,

And Oscar…wasn’t involved in any of it.

Well..

Lando went insane, at first it was just some passive aggressive remark about how Oscar was favored by McLaren.

Which he wasn’t. McLaren cared more about Lando. Way more.

Oscar didn’t say anything.

But that was the problem apparently.

Lando snapped, calling him all sorts for things for just being silent.

Oscar sighed. Fuck.

He felt something strange in his throat, whatever, must be all the chilled champagne. __

At the hotel room,

Oscar doubled over, coughing his lungs out.

.

weird?? Uh-

There was blood in the sink. And...

Oscar squinted his eyes.

Roses. Huh.

.

.He changed into a white tank and grey sweatpants, And flopped onto his couch, researching wtf was that.

He was unnaturally chill about this. like he always was.

..

Hanahaki.

Oh.

Ohhhh.

Oscar sighed. A long tired sigh.

He knew he had feelings for Lando. Of course he did. But..

Now this was an issue.

Oscar shrugged closing the laptop.

He'd just get the surgery. Its fine.

He went to his room, on his calender, scheduling it exactly an year after today.

Well, all his emotions were going to be ripped awya right? So he just wanted one year.

One more year to be happy.

One more year to fuss over and take care of Lando.

One.

more.

year.

to love Lando. __

the next day,

Lando was back to his giggly little self. Of course he was. Running up to Oscar like the brat he is-

aaand his girlfriend was there. Fucking hell.

Oscar forgot how hard it would be to hide..this.