Lando tumbled down on his bed, sighing as the soft silk hit his sweaty body.
It was so exhausting. The entire day, fliming with the Quadrant crew about some bullshit new video he didn't really care about.
In the fucking scorching hot weather. He grumbled, hurridly getting up to turn the aircon on, then running back to his bed again.
God.
This was so boring.
He huffed, looking at the ceiling.
He yawned, but didn't feel sleepy.
Lowkey..he wanted to play fifa-
Lando no.
no.
You need sleep. He had FP1 tomorrow. This wasn't the right thing to do-
He said, while scrolling on his phone.
Relax, if Carlos wasn't online, he'd just go to be-
He was.
Lando grinned, practically bouncing out of his bed and getting his set-up ready, calling Carlos.
one ring..
two rings..
three..
...
whats going on? Usually he'd answer by the fourth-
Whatever, Lando would wait. of course he would. he'd wait forever if needed.
His thigh bounced up and down as the call went unanswered.
So he called again.
and again.
until Carlos did answer.
Lando giggled.
"Carloooooos, heyyyyy!-"
"What is it..Lando.?"
Lando immediately shut up.
Usually the older would be as thrilled as he was to see him.
W-whats going on? What did he mean what is it?
He KNEW what it was. They always played Fifa tgt, Carlos even watched Lando sleep sometimes. He knew the younger had a tendency to not sleep much, so he made sure he fell asleep.
And don't think Lando didn't hear the coos coming out of the Spainard's mouth.
so..
"Why're you grumpy??" Lando grinned.
no answer.
He smiled smugly. "Is it cause i stole your hoodie agaaaaaain?" Lando giggled.
"Im sowwwy-"
"I need all of those back, Lando." Carlos mumbled.
..
what?