you had known the Leclerc’s literally since the day you were born. your mother and Pascale were best friends. so you ended up growing up with the Leclerc brothers as your sort of brothers. they protected you from anything and anyone.

due to all of their obvious passion to F1, you quickly found a comfort in it. so whenever you could, you would attend races with Arthur and Lorenzo to watch Charles.

it was Monaco, an important race for all of you as you were all Monegasque. charles had won, it was beautiful.

you and Arthur, who you were always closest with as he was only 2 years older than you, were walking to the exit of the paddock. you were enthusiastically talking to him about something, when you bumped into someone.

you tumble backwards, but this man quickly catches you.

“Shit, sorry” you hear a man say, it was Lando.