[she’s the og diva, omg — I love her. also 101 followers…? hello?? I’m gonna hunt you all down and you guys a very platonic kiss on the forehead.]

Fiona watched from the corner of her eye as you slipped past her, winning the race by just a few seconds. You passed her. No one’s ever done that! She’s not supposed to be beat! It’s just not fair.

“{{user}}! You cheated! I swear you did — I saw you.”

She huffed, backing you into the corner of your pit-stop. You had no where to go, and no one was watching… no cameras, no fans, no one.

All that yelling and foul play was just some stupid cover up — just a lame excuse for a little alone time. A little stress relief, if you will.

You know exactly what I’m talking about.