Chapter 8 - May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor
Guys, Max was never going to be her dad (that’s gonna be reserved for Christian lol). Everyone on the grid will be a brother figure, unless stated otherwise – like Fernando is leaning towards the wise grandpa rule and Lewis will be the cool dad (I have a funny story line to go with this idea). All that to say, Max and Kelly will look after her when she needs it most. I also switched the titles. On with the show, and don’t forget to comment if you want to be added to the tag list and or if it’s somehow not tagging you! Much love <3
Well, to Max’s dismay and according to google, you cannot adopt your 20 year old teammate that he had met hours earlier.. He had called Kelly early Thursday morning to whine. The more sensible part of his brain also knew that Christian wouldn’t let that happen either. And Kelly had to quickly remind him that he could still watch out for her.
Max seemed to finally agree at the thought of being one of the protective adults in her life. He knew that you had your manager, who you seemed to trust. But, that didn’t help much when you spoke of how lonely you were. He was going to make it his mission to get you to move to Monaco, where he could keep an eye on you.
“Maybe Christian could adopt her,” he muttered, staring angrily at his coffee. What that cup did to offend him, he didn’t know. But what he did know, was that he’d see you again later that night. Another festival for him to attend to. He only wished that Formula 1 went back to racing, and not putting on shows that had a strict attendance policy.
At least you would be there. There was a change in the schedule so that you could be with him, Checo, Daniel, and Yuki on whatever thing they were being put on for the night. The buzzing of his phone ended his staring contest with his cup.
It was a text from you.
Little Racer :
max, i need your help
what are you wearing tonight???
i have an idea, and I think it’s stupid but i want to do it
Big Racer :
If it’s you, I don’t think it’ll be stupid.
Probably what I always wear. Jeans and whatever Red Bull top they give me.
Little Racer :
that’s so grandpa core of you maxie
and what is this all proper grammar for texting lollll
you are not beating the allegations you millennial
Max’s brows furrowed. He was not a grandpa or a millennial. He just liked to use the normal setting on his phone with proper capitalization and end marks. He would just have to ask Charles or Lando to see if they agreed with you. They wouldn’t though…would they? Your next message had him actually dying.
Little Racer :
do you think that Christian will be mad if i come dressed like elvis?
he said i could but i don’t know…
Big Racer :
You wouldn’t dare.
Little Racer :
oh boy ladies and gents, he doesn’t know
*looks into the camera like an episode on the office*
Big Racer :
Did you seriously type all of that?
Don’t answer.
20 bucks says you won’t.
The three little dots danced on his screen as he waited for you to respond.
Little Racer :
just you wait maxie, just you wait
You didn’t text him anything after that. Max could only call Christian to understand what just happened. He picked up after three rings.
“Hello, Max.”
“Hi Christian. First off, happy birthday.”
“Thank you son. But I know you didn’t just call me to wish me a happy birthday. You could have told me that later tonight.” In the background, it sounded like a coffee machine was running. Max hoped he didn’t wake him up.
“Well, Y/n just texted me about wearing, uh.” Max didn’t want to say it out loud, because now it sounded stupid.
“An Elvis costume? Max, the kid called me last night to ask. Said she didn’t want to ruin an image for us if she showed up like that. But I told her that it would be fantastic idea. Poor kid sounded scared.”
Max let out a low hum. He didn’t like the sound of that. You were in no position to worry about such a thing. If anyone was to ruin Red Bull’s image, it would be him. He had no filter and Christian often had to tell him to reign in his thoughts.
Max spoke, “I think I’m going to see about her moving to Monaco. She mentioned she has a flat in Nice, but that’s far away from Milton Keynes, and not close enough to anyone. Christian, she has no one.”
It took a while for Christian to reply. Max could just imagine the older man running his hand along his forehead. It was hard to think of someone so young to be so alone.
“Yeah, I think that would be best for her. I’ll make sure she can afford it. Hell, it could even be a property that we buy just for her to stay in when we have breaks.”
Max listened and nodded his head along. Now it would only be to convince you to move. But suddenly, he remembered his previous conversation with you. He smacked his hand on his head.
“Is everything alright Max?” the Brit on the phone questioned.
“I just lost 20 bucks.”
You however, had no idea that this conversation was happening. All you knew was that you had the go ahead from Christian to wear your beloved Elvis costume. Would you make a fool of yourself? Maybe.
But who cares. It’s Vegas. To your chagrin, Vito had told you that there would be no walk out, but there would be dramatic paddock entrances. He still promised that you would get your song. That’s all that mattered to you.
While you waited for the night to begin, you roamed the hotel. Because you were bored, you actually did a lot.
You started off with breakfast. You were sad that they didn’t have the machines that made Texas-shaped waffles, because that was only in Texas, but the pancakes would do. And because you’re trainer would kill you for not eating well, you took it upon yourself to have a yogurt with some fruit as a side.
After letting the food settle, you went to the gym for that daily grind. It had been a while since you had been able to work out, but you needed to get back on track. You would be racing tomorrow and you needed to be at your best. You lifted some weights first, starting with the smaller ones as warm ups before you got to the bigger ones. The stretch bands were very useful as you squatted the weights.
After you were done, you hopped on the treadmill. By using the lower speeds, you were able to practice your runway walk, as if you would ever be a model. But the speeds increased and you found yourself in a full sprint by the end of the run. Five miles wasn’t bad, and you knew you could have gone farther, but you wanted to take a quick dip in the pool before getting ready.
The water was a nice cool down for your overheated skin. Running was not your first choice of exercise. You’d rather run out of money, than run in real life. It didn’t make sense, but it did. The chlorine in the water was making your hair gross, so you decided to get out so that you could take a shower.
Like the kid you were, you had your outfit laid out the night before, as if you were going on a fieldtrip.
You allowed to take your time in the shower. It wasn’t every day that you made your F1 debut. That had your bones chilled. Your Formula 1 debut. You. Putting your head under the stream, you rinsed out the hair mask that you put on. There would be no nervousness. You were born for this.
The thought of Max’s texts earlier made you giggle. You were glad that he was so welcoming. You would be much more nervous if you had met the infamous Mad Max. But this was more cat-dad Max. Kind Max.
You only hope that you won’t screw things up.
You turned on your playlist as you started to actually get ready. You ordered room service so that you didn’t have to go somewhere to eat. The food was amazing, well, as amazing as hotel food could get. You curled your hair as the remnants of your skin care routine dried. You mumbled the words to a song as you stuck a French fry in your mouth.
Once your moisturizer and various oils and toners dried, you started on your more pronounced makeup look. You knew you were going to be photographed throughout the night, and you needed to look good. Looking at the window, you noticed that the sun was setting. That meant that it was time for you to get dressed, and Vito would be there to pick you up shortly.
Your outfit consisted of a sparkly white crop top and some white pants. A red scarf topped the outfit off.
You would be arriving right behind Max and in front of Checo. You were excited to see the two men again. Moreso, you were excited to earn 20 bucks. With sunglasses on your nose, you were ready to hit the Sin City.
Vito could hardly contain his laughter when you got in the car.
You raised an eyebrow, “What?”
He shook his head as to somehow rid himself of his laughter. “Nothing kid.”
“Well Christian said I could wear it. I’ll blend right in. And besides, I’m almost immediately changing into my race suit.”
He nodded his head at your reasoning. You had pulled off crazier things before, so he didn’t know why he was surprised. Maybe it was because he thought that you might not want to in F1. But, on the inside he was happy that you weren’t losing your child-like nature. He never wanted to see that seeming innocence to leave. He knew that you weren’t totally innocent, but he never wanted to see you hurt to an extent that you quit being happy. That was his favorite thing about you. You seemed to care about what others thought of you, but you knew how to make yourself happy. And if wearing an Elvis costume to the paddock would make you happy, then he would protect your decision.
You could see the flashing lights even before you got out of the car. American paparazzi were on another level. You knew that Red Bull were one of the last ones to show up, and that freaked you out. Almost every single driver was already on the other side of gate. Your nerves settled when you saw Max get out, and you wanted to follow him. But, you realized that this was what you were waiting for.
The familiar sounds of 33 Max Verstappen (the original one) could be heard through the car doors. Max’s face morphed into one of almost disgust. You let out a giant laugh and rolled down your window before you knew what you were doing.
“Max, I love the music. Very Mad Max-esque.”
He quickly flipped you a loving middle finger as he scanned his card to be let into the paddock. Multiple Elvis impersonators gathered around him for a picture. You hadn’t noticed, however, that the moment you rolled your window down, all of the cameras and photographers were now pointed at you.
You buzzed with energy when you heard Life is a Highway start to fill the air.
On the other side of the paddock, Max had stopped to talk to Lando, Oscar, Carlos, and Charles. He also was waiting for you so that you could walk with him to the Red Bull hospitality. He glanced over to see if you were out of the car at least.
“Nice entrance mate,” Lando clapped him on the shoulder. He rolled his eyes. He’s sure that you roped Christian in to play the song.
“Well what did they play for you?”
Lando deflated and muttered, “Let’s go Lando.” Carlos and Charles, along with Max, laughed at his demise.
Charles suddenly looked over Max’s shoulder. At that moment, Carlos spoke up.
“I didn’t know Checo was a Cars fan.” The drums and guitar seemed to be turned up to the highest setting. What. An. Entrance.
Max had a glimmer in his eyes, “He’s not.”
And suddenly, there you were. In your Elvis costume. And you were loving it. You waved at all the people around you, quickly becoming a crowd favorite.
From his right, Charles hums and Lando’s jaw is dropped.
“That’s the new rookie, correct?” Suddenly, George was with them, along with Alex.
Max only chuckled. “Yep.” He popped the “p.”
Charles spoke up, “She’s nice. I met her at Arthur’s birthday party, but didn’t speak to her much.”
“You all will love her. Trust me,” Max said, eyes widened as you got crowded with the other Elvises. You smile could outshine a thousand suns.
Your eyes quickly met his and you gave him a giant wave. He beckoned you to come over. You flashed a nervous look before it melted away, replaced with bravery. If there was a time to meet some of the grid, you really hadn’t wanted to be dressed as Elvis.
Your steps were quick and you made it over in no time. Now, most drivers are tall, but look short next to George, being the giraffe that he is. However, you were another thing.
You’d definitely be taller than Yuki by a couple of inches. But you stood closer to five-foot-six (167.64 cm.), almost 5 inches shorter than Max, and four inches shorter than the rest.
You gave a shy wave as you spoke, “Hi, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” You suddenly remembered something. You turned to Max and held out your hand.
The boys’ eyes widened as Max fished out his wallet and placed a bill in your outstretched hand.
“Pleasure doing business with you sir.” You mocked a salute.
Lando tsk-ed, “What did our Max loose a bet on?”
“He said I wouldn’t come dressed like this. Little did he know, I’ve had this in my closet for years.” Lando couldn’t help but laugh at your revelation, and neither could Carlos and Charles.
“Yeah, kid, you should have told me that Christian already gave you the go ahead.”
“And where’s the fun in that?” You had a shit-eating smirk on your face. Lando was the first one to speak up.
“How old are you? Max over here keeps calling you kid.”
“I’m twenty.”
It was an amazing recreation of that one tik-tok trend. I’m twenty, insert looks of disgust, uhg. Your heart dropped at their reactions.
It was Carlos who surprised you. He quickly patted your head, “Aw, just a baby.”
You looked at him in awestruck. You leaned over to Max and all but whispered, “Max?”
“Yes kid?” he said in full voice.
“He’s older than you right?”
“Yes.”
“Can I do the thing?” Max looked Carlos up and down before smiling.
“Go right ahead.” The smile that you had was wiped off your face. You squared your shoulders and held out your hand. Carlos took it with a confused look. You gave him a firm handshake.
“Thank you Mr. Sainz.” You swear he did a full body cringe. He was about to say something, but Christian had waved the two of you over, yelling something about time to get ready.
You flashed a smile at the small group, “It was nice meeting you!” You all but bounced away as Max calmly walked by your side.
“Did she just?” Lando looked to Carlos, who was frozen in his spot. He looked like someone had just told him that his car had blown up on the way here.
He looked at his hands. “Mr.,” he gulped, “Sainz?”
Oscar finally piped up. “Well, you are old.” Carlos looked close to a breakdown.
Charles put a hand on his shoulder as he watched you and Max walk on the ramp. Max’s face was now stone-cold, yet yours still radiated so much warmth. “Come on mate. We got to go.”
As they walked away, Carlos questioned, “I’m not old, am I?’ Charles could not, would not, should not, give him an answer.
Lando and Oscar just looked at each other and then back at the disappearing duos. Laughter filled the air as they also began to walk to their respective hospitalities.
As you and Max got closer to the garage, you got a little quieter.
“I don’t think they liked me very much. I knew the costume would be a bad idea.” The look of dejection was all over your face. Max looked over at you and huffed.
“Kid, they just don’t know you yet. They’re also stressed about this race. No driver liked to drive on a track that was built in a month.”
“You’re right.”
“Kid, I’m always right.” You hit his shoulder.
Christian was quick to get you, Checo, and Max all together for a couple of pictures. Since it was Christian’s birthday, there was cake and everything for a small celebration. After, the three of you were told to get into the racing suits for the opening celebration.
You were with Mitch while you did so.
“You’re telling me. That Kurt Cobain is going to perform. And I’m going to miss it! With John Legend!” Your eyes were wide as you zipped the suit up.
“For the last time kid, you can meet them after.” You pouted as you tied your shoes.
“Fine. But let me say, this is very Hunger Games of them. So Americanesque.” Mitch just let you talk.
After you were ready, minus the helmet and all that, Mitch led you to the glass box. You turned to look at her.
“Promise me that you’re not going to be dragged away to your death. This is so Katniss Everdeen coded and I cannot lose you like she lost Cinna.” Mitch was going to tell you off for worrying too much, but she could see through your eyes that you were trying to actually tell her that you were scared of the whole thing. No wonder you were rambling, you were just nervous.
Mitch brought you into a hug and squeezed. You practically melted as you squeezed her back. Over your shoulder, Max was looking at the whole ordeal. He’ll give you a hug right before they went up. He knew how scary this world was.
Mitch was given the signal that everything was about to start. You climbed into the box and some official closed the door.
Mitch looked up at you, “May the odds be ever in your favor.” Your jaw dropped in appall as you were slowly being lifted. So she did know the movie!
Max put a comforting hand on your shoulder as your face was suddenly hit with a breeze. All around you, people were cheering and lights were flashing. You suddenly wished you had brought your sunglasses with you.
Max scoffed as he raised his hand to wave.
“What’s wrong?”
“This isn’t racing. We’re standing here, being observed, like a bunch of clowns.”
“At least this won’t last long. We’ll be in the car soon Max.” You were right. If it meant anything, he would be back in the car soon, in his element.
A beep let you three know that the machine would be going down in the next few moments. When the machine jolted down, you quickly stood up straight, hand behind your back, and put three fingers to your mouth. Your lips kissed your fingertips before you held the three fingers up.
It was still loud as you did it, but the crowd died down as they watched you and mirrored your display. You watched in awe at the raised hands.
The three of you lost sight of the crowds as the box was now back where it started. Max looked at you in bewilderment.
“What was that?”
You let out a large gasp. “You’ve never seen the Hunger Games?” You must have been loud because someone else gasped as well. Looking over, you were met with the sight of blond hair and striking blue eyes.
“Max, you’ve never seen the Hunger Games?” Logan stomped over.
“Dude I know. So not girl boss of him.” Max looked at the two of you in confusion. Girl? Boss?
You and Logan were quickly swept into a conversation about American tendencies while Max just stood in between the both of you, looking like he’s in the middle of a midlife crisis. You and Logan were only pulled away when you needed to get into the car for free practice.
As you left, you turned around and faced Logan, giving him a look of faux sympathy. “May the odds be ever in your favor.”
“At least you didn’t volunteer,” Logan laughed as he turned away.
Max was still in the middle of his midlife crisis when Christian came to tell everyone that it was time to head to the garage.
You felt your heart rate picking up as you got closer to the garage. You took a deep breath and exhaled.
It was show time.
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