1.prologue
Mclaren and Ferrari never really liked eachother, The 2 being pretty much rivals on the track. Lando Norris, one of Mclaren's drivers being one of Ferrari's rivals.
His driving style mixing perfectly wih what Mclaren expect from their drivers these days, the knowledge, skills, fastness, accuracy. Lando has it all. His co-driver Carlos sainz on the other hand, has more then that. He has the good looks, attracting a lot of fans towards the Mclaren driver.
The only problem is that Lando's teammate signed a contract at Ferrari, Carlos said he could make more money there so he was gonna switch teams. "Why on earth would you leave Mclaren?!" Lando asks in disbelief. Carlos had just told him he signed the contract at Ferrari instead of resigning his Mclaren contract.
The small brit his eyes looking into the spaniard's brown eyes with a sad glance before averting his eyes away from the taller. "I though we had a deal" Lando mumbles in a small voice, his eyes filling with hot tears. Treating to spill in any moment.
"Lando, I have to do this, Mi Amigo" Carlos speaks, placing his hand onto Lando's shoulder, this action of the spaniard causing a sniffle to slip past Lando's lips. "It's fine, you can go to that stupid Ferarri people" Lando speaks, pushing Caslos his hand off his shoulder.
The brittish driver sniffles once again and glances at Carlos his brown eyes, trying to find a glimpse of the well known look that says that Carlos is lying. The look never comes which causes Lando's stomach to drop. Carlos is leaving and there is nothing Lando can do about it.
"I wish you good luck then with Ferrari" Lando mumbles and turns around before taking in a deep breath. His feet start to move walking out of the Mclaren garage, he ignores the 'Heys' he gets from familliar voices. Pulling his orange mclaren cap down a little to ignore his surroundings.
Arriving at his car Lando opens the door and gets in the drivers seat, slamming the door shut as hard as he can. Carlos is really leaving him alone at Mclaten, Huh. Lando's hot teara finally spilling down his face, falling onto the steering wheel and making it all wet.
The young driver groans and furiously wipes away his tears, only for more to come. Luckily he doesn't have to race this week, only the qualification and that's it for this week. Ofcourse the drivers have to practice and train their abilities in the car but that's a problem for later.
Carlos groans, throwing his orange mclaren cap onto a chair with a dissapointed look. He's dissapointed in himself, for making Lando feel so sad, and betrayed. And for not telling the younger sooner. But he really has to do this, Ferrari does pay more then Mclaren and if he wants to continue his carreer in a steady way he does have to choose for the drivers in red.
The spaniard knows it's wrong to switch teams and even if it is towards your rival, but if that means that Carlos can continue his carreer in F1 and come further then he can come with Mclaren, He is will to make that choice.
He was gonna lie if he said he wasn't gonna miss his brittish little teammate, The bubbly and hyper active Lando always manages to make Carlos smile, even when the spanish male had a morning mood.
"Don't worry Mi Amigo, i'm only one hug away" Carlos mumbles.
