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"I'VE TOLD YOU ONCE BEFORE AND I'M TELLING YOU NOW!"

Charles Leclerc furrowed his eyebrows together as he arrived outside the door of his best friend's house in Italy, since Pierre had invited him to Milan for a few days.

"STOP STEALING THE FUCKING BATTER WHILST I'M TRYING TO BAKE!"

"BUT IT TASTES SO GOOD!"

"I DON'T CARE! I WILL SHOVE THIS WOODEN SPOON SO FAR DOWN YOUR THROAT THAT IT WILL COME OUT YOUR-"

The screaming was abruptly halted as the Monégasque's knuckles knocked on to the door.

The door was pulled open by the French man that he had come to see, as Charles noticed that Pierre had cake batter on his fingers which he was rapidly trying to eat.

"Bonjour..." Charles trailed off awkwardly as he stared at his best friend.

Pierre motioned his head inwards, signalling that the Leclerc boy could walk in before he walked away silently, as the Monégasque followed him.

"Is it Anthoine? Or Esteban? They said that they were on their way." Larissa Cohen spoke as she baked, her attention solely on the bowl in front of her.

"Nope." Pierre spoke, his voice muffled from eating the cake batter.

"I thought that more people would be here by now." Charles' spoke broke the Brazilian out of her trance immediately.

Larissa's head snapped towards him, her mouth open in surprise, her dark brown eyes widening at the sight of him.

She had barely spoken to him since she had been mad at both Pierre and him, and she felt bad by the look of guilt across his face as he stared back at her.

She placed the bowl on to the counter before walking over to him, her arms snaking around his waist as his shot to her shoulders and holding her against his chest.

"Je suis désolé, Coração." She spoke, her voice muffled against his chest, feeling him tightening his grip around her slightly.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, ma princesse. I am the one who is sorry." Charles whispered in to her ear, closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent.

Larissa's eyes shot open after a couple of seconds, before she burst from her place against his chest to grab a towel.

She snapped the towel on to the back of the Gasly boy, hearing his scream in surprise at having been caught stealing batter from the bowl.

"Petite chienne!" Larissa yelled at the French man, as she aggressively grabbed the bowl from his grasp, seeing his fingers coated with cake batter once more.

Pierre looked to Charles for back up, but found the Monégasque smiling brightly, shaking his head.

"Tonio! Esteban!" Pierre looked to the two new arrivals as they noticed the murderous glare that he was recieving from the Brazilian.

"Nope! I choose life." Esteban smiled, shaking his head as he hung up his jacket.

"Please, don't make me choose between the two of you." Anthoine pouted sadly as he noticed Pierre's frantic and desperate face.

"I have a fan club, HE does not!" Larissa raised her voice as she never took her eyes off the French man who had contaminated her cake mixture.

"But I've known them for years!" Pierre responded.

"So have I!"

"I'm more important than him!"

"No you're not!"

"I'm the better team mate!"

Pierre halted temporarily, his face showing that he was clearly debating her words, before he spoke. "True."

Charles and Anthoine physically facepalmed as Esteban tried to bury his smile in his hand. Larissa released a snort as she forced herself to turn around, hiding her smile.

"Team Larissa it is, then."

"Tonio!"

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"Ti sfido a picchiarlo e a fingere che non fossi tu."

Larissa spoke in Italian, a smirk on her face as she had the arm of Charles Leclerc wrapped around her shoulders.

Charles released a chuckle as he gently shook his head, noticing the Brazilian subconsciously turning in to his side as he did.

Charles winked at the Brazilian before he leant forwards, slapping Pierre around the back of his head and knocking the cap that was backwards, off his head.

Pierre turned around to face them, confused, but found the two of them just staring at each other and talking to each other in Portuguese.

Since when had Charles learnt Portuguese?

Pierre couldn't help but feel proud of the two of them, happy that they were working past the argument that he had caused by setting them up together.

His chest tightened as he watched the Monégasque's hand move to her cheek to carefully move a piece of her hair that had fallen out of place and place it back behind her ear.

He noticed the bright, beaming smile on the lips of both of his best friend's as they spoke to each other, and he could tell that if they were to ever be together, that they woild make each other incredibly happy.

It hurt.

Charles had always been his best friend, and whilst he loved his team mate, he also couldn't help but feel jealous that she was now the main person who had the Monégasque's attention.

Larissa was also his best friend, but also a team mate. He loved her, and whilst he also loved Charles, he was also jealous of the Leclerc boy for having her attention as much as he did.

It was almost as if he was losing the both of them when they were together, even as he wanted them to be happy.

But they were happy, when they were together.

"Pierre, you're staring." Anthoine spoke with a smirk as he noticed the French man staring at the two of his friends.

"Huh?" Pierre frowned as he hadn't listened to the conversation that he had been having with the two other French men.

"If you like her, just tell her." Esteban shook his head with a smile as he stared softly at his best friend.

"What?" Pierre furrowed his eyebrows together as he stared at the two men who were smiling at him.

"If you like her, tell her." Esteban repeated.

"He's jealous." Anthoine noticed as he noticed his friends eyes widened at the words spoken by the Ocon man.

"Not like that." Pierre huffed, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Hmm, sure." Esteban teased him.

"You are jealous because they're both your best friends and you don't want to lose them." Anthoine spoke as Pierre nodded.

"If they get together, they won't forget about you, if that's what you're thinking. They'll still hang out with you." Esteban's teasing tone dropped as he noticed the serious look on the face of the Gasly boy.

"What if they don't? What if when they do, it's always the both of them, doing couple-y things and then I'm left third wheeling?" Pierre breathed out.

Anthoine placed his hand on his friends shoulder calmly. "They might not even get together and you're immediately thinking of the worst."

"I can't help it."

Anthoine smiled sadly. "I know. Hey, if they do and it happens, I'll pretend to be gay to go on double dates with you then. You won't be third wheeling then."

Pierre smiled, noticing his friends wink. "I'm not kissing you."

Anthoine shrugged his shoulders. "I'll kiss you then."

Esteban leant back as he laughed. "I'll be in the back, with a moustache, sunglasses and a massive newspaper."

"Bring Zahra." Anthoine and Pierre smirked at him, seeing his eyes widen in surprise.

"Wh-what?"

"Ooooh, you thought we didn't know." Pierre teased, seeing his friends face drain of color.

"You're not subtle, you know?" Anthoine patted the Ocon man's shoulder. "We see her sneaking out of your apartment, and your hotel rooms."

"Merde!" Esteban swore, his hand rubbing over his face. "You can't tell Lar."

Anthoine and Pierre released snorts as they glanced at each other.

They wouldn't tell him, but they knew that she knew.

She had actually been the one who had told them.

"Sure, of course we won't."

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"Why have I only just heard about the yacht party?"

Alex Albon whined as he arrived at the meeting point that he had been given by his best friend.

"George didn't tell you?"

George Russell looked in confusion at his friend. "I told Lando to tell him."

Lando's eyes widened as he knew that it was his fault that the Albon boy had not been informed of the party. 

"I FORGOT!"

Alex stared down at the Norris boy with an annoyed expression.

"MATE! I'VE BEEN WITH YOU ALMOST EVERY DAY, SURELY YOU WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED!"

"I DID BUT THEN I FORGOT AGAIN!"

George and Larissa laughed at the duo who were screaming at each other, as she leant back against the chest of the Russell boy, feeling his arms tighten around her waist to keep her on balance as she was standing on one leg.

George pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck whilst their two friends weren't looking, and noticed the Brazilian flinch, having not expected it.

"Not when there's people around, Georgie." Larissa whispered quietly, before she felt the Russell boys grip on her waist weaken slightly.

"Okay." George nodded carefully, a slight tinge of sadness in his chest forming.

It hurt him a little that she had shrugged him off, because they were in public, but he knew why.

He knew the deal.

He couldn't blame her at all for it either, he knew why she had ordered him to just act like a friend in public, or to never tell anyone as to how he felt or what happened in the past between them.

She did it for her career.

She knew that if anyone or the media discovered that she had lost her viriginty to the Russell boy, and would occasionally hook with him if she was either angry or stressed, then people would accuse her of using him for her career.

She would be accused of only making it in to Formula One because of him.

She would be accused of making him go 'soft' on her, since she had beaten him many times throughout their careers on track.

Besides, it was only an occasional thing, and whilst he had caught feelings for her in the process, he knew that she didn't feel the same, and he was fine with that.

Because that was in 'the small print' of their deal.

No feelings.

It hurt that he knew that he could never publicly be affectionate with her, or ever be the one who would be the luckiest man alive by dating her, but he was okay with that, really his was.

Because she was still in his life, and that was enough for him.

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"ANTONIO GIOVINAZZI, MY FAVORITE ITALIAN STALLION!"

Larissa Cohen squealed as she ran to the Italian, jumping off her yacht and running barefoot over the road to him, seeing his face light up at the sight of her.

"LARISSA COHEN, MY FAVORITE FORMULA ONE DRIVER!"

Antonio laughed as the Brazilian jumped in to his arms, knowing that he would catch her and throw her in to the air, since she was so small and light.

Daniel Ricciardo appeared with a beer in his hand on to the deck of her yacht, to see the Italian, with the two men nodding at each other with smiles on their faces.

"You coming aboard?" Captain Nico Hulkenberg shouted as he a Captain hat on his head, even if it was child's one that he had been given by the Ricciardo man.

"Hell yeah." Antonio laughed, carrying the Cohen girl in a princess carry, before he stepped on to the yacht and accepting a beer from the Australian.

"EQUAL MACHINERY!" Larissa yelled as she was placed on to the deck of her yacht.

Nico Rosberg stepped out on to the deck, seeing the girl grinning at him, knowing that she loved to tease him with the name.

"Little shit, you know that I have a headache, your loud screams do not help at all."

"That's why I'm her favorite." Lewis Hamilton stepped past his former team mate, his body language cold.

"Ice ice baby." Daniel, Antonio and Larissa whispered to each other as they noticed the hostility between the two former team mates.

"You wanna know who my favorite is?" The Brazilian smirked teasingly at the pair.

"Me."

No, me."

"Actually, it's me."

Jenson Button walked aboard, seeing the young girl that was his favorite current formula one driver.

"Hey, Jensie." Larissa spoke with a small smile as she curled in to his side before she grabbed from behind by a laughing Australian.

"What about me, Joey?" Mark Webber smirked at the girl who immediately frowned. "I'm your favorite Australian."

"No, it's Kylie Minogue." Larissa shook her head as she moved towards the Ricciardo man.

They noticed that as soon as she stepped next to him, his arm pulled her in to his chest, with his chin resting on top of her head.

"I TOLD YOU I WANT THAT ROOM!

"I'M THE YOUNGEST, IT HAS TO BE MINE!"

The group released a combined groan as Alex Albon and Lando Norris appeared from the lower deck of the yacht, still arguing over which room they wanted.

"LISSY! LISSYYYYY! ALEX ISN'T LETTING ME HAVE THE BIG ROOM!"

Larissa locked eyes with Jenson and Nico Rosberg, seeing the two of them smirking at her knowing that she would have to decide who would get the bigger room.

"Lissy, Lando didn't tell me about this, so it's only fair that I get the big room. Besides, he's small so he doesn't need the extra space like I do!"

"I told you that I FORGOT! And I'm not small!"

"Which room are you arguing about?" Larissa released a groan at their bickering.

"The one at the very back, with the shower and the bath." Alex admitted with a smile.

"Jensie, you've got that room. The two of you can share the room that Lando had last time." Larissa spoke, before she walked away so that they couldn't argue with her.

The Cohen girl made her way over to the kitchen, forcing a large shot of tequila down her throat, before she squealed at the sight of her best friend.

"Z!"

Zahra Bailey laughed as Valterri Bottas carried her bag on to the yacht, as Arthur Leclerc helped the Bailey woman on to the boat since her heel had broken as soon as she had stepped out of the taxi.

"Your friend is wearing my shoes, because these things snapped." Arthur smiled at the Brazilian girl, holding up the Bailey woman's broken heels.

"Arthur here, wouldn't let me walk bare foot." Zahra smiled at the boy, seeing him blush as he stared at the Cohen girl.

Zahra's smile changed in to a smirk as she also felt his hands becoming clammy and sweaty as her best friend kissed the young Leclerc on the cheek.

The poor boy.

"I couldn't let her hurt her feet, so I gave her my shoes." Arthur smiled proudly, not bothered by the fact that he was now just wearing his socks.

"Aww, you're a cute little puppy, aren't you?" Larissa teased him gently causing Zahra to release a snort.

"I am the better Leclerc!"

"I've met Lorenzo, I'm sorry to say that it is not true." Zahra spoke, hearing the laughter of both Arthur and Larissa.

"I've also met Lorenzo, and Arthur is better than him." Larissa squeezed the boys cheek as she teased him once more.

"And Charles?" Zahra spoke with a raised eyebrow.

Arthur watched the Brazilian carefully, smiling softly as he noticed her cheeks beginning to turn a soft pink, a smile lighting up her face.

"He's my third favorite Leclerc brother." Larissa winked at the youngest of the three brothers, seeing Arthur's face light up in to an adorable bright smile.

"You're my favorite driver!" Arthur responded before he yelped as he was hit around the back of his head.

"How am I not your favorite driver? I'm your brother!" Charles Leclerc huffed in annoyance at his brother, who immediately jumped to the side of the Cohen girl.

"Yeah but she's better than you."

"That is so true." Zahra responded instantly, not thinking as she was stood directly next to the older Leclerc who shot her a fake glare, a smile on his lips.

"We all agree with the young one!" Jenson Button shouted over to the group, with all of their compact watching them with proud smiles.

"I feel like a proud cousin, watching her interact with boys for the first time." Nico Rosberg whispered to Daniel Ricciardo, who couldn't hide his laughter.

Daniel rapidly nodded his head. "If anything goes wrong when Lara does eventually date, I pray for the guy who has about fifty people angrily storming towards him."

"Oh yeah." Antonio joined the hushed conversation.

"It'll be a whole murder scene if anyone breaks her heart."

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A/N

Legacy has just reached 50K reads and it's incredible, thank you all so much!

I wanted to add Giovinazzi in to this as I love him, so enjoy!

-RUBY