it's sunday and the crowd was filled with people, the sound of people laughing and the smell of rubber filled the air. The energy was electric. Today was the f1 race of the circuits of America.

You're standing on the sidelines with your cheerleading squad, your heart is racing and your stomach feels like it's turning.

This is not only due to the nervousness before the Race. But because of him.

Lando.

Your boyfriend. And the rising star of f1.

He stands just a few feet away, turning his helmet back and forth in his hand while he and his team mate Oscar Piastri are talking.

"Your lover is on the way." Says one of the girls, a wide grin forming on her lips.

And before you can do anything, you feel his hand on your lower back. He's standing behind you.

You turn your head to him and he presses a soft, quick kiss to your lips before running out onto the race track with a wink and a grin on his lips.

You stand there, frozen. Heat rises in your cheeks and the girls burst into laughter.

"Oh my God, you're such a simp!" Kiara nudges you, laughing.

You laugh and quickly hide your face behind your pom-poms, trying to suppress the biggest smile of your life.

Lando stands there on the track, grinning over to you while he puts his helmet on.

"Shut up," You mumble, but you know they're right.