EIGHTEEN

"I love this place already, I'm never leaving."

Tala Villanueva spoke with a soft smile upon her face as she entered the paddock for the Brazil Grand Prix, her eyes seemingly occupied by the stunning area of Brazil, having already taken over a couple hundred of photos.

She just wished that she could share them with her brother.

She hadn't told any of her friends that she was coming to watch them in Sao Paulo, but with the help of one of her best friends, she had managed to be sneaky and arrive to surprise them.

After all, Villanueva and Schumacher teamwork never failed.

"Immigration might argue that."

Mick Schumacher laughed softly as he walked beside his best friend with his beloved dog, Angie, the German happy that he was able to convince her to surprise their friends.

It was also, the eighth race within a season that she would be at, having broken her record and the curse that was never there in the first place, instead only being in her brain.

"Well, they can suck my dick, I'm never leaving Brazil, I'm in love." Tala argued, her face pulling in to a look of disgust which made the man beside her release a loud wheeze like laugh, his hands shooting to his ribs as they began to ache.

He was happy to finally and completely have the old Tala back, since she had been returning over the years drip by drip, but now was completely back, as if he was looking straight at her, seven years ago.

Dakila would be proud of her, he knew that.

"Are you staying in Ferrari or Mercedes?" Mick found himself questioning his friend with intrigue, wondering if she was to be with Charles supporting him, or with Lewis and George.

"My name is basically Villanueva-Wolff nowadays. What do you think?" Tala let a soft smirk creep up and on to her lips, her brown eyes sparkling with both happiness and mischief, which was to be expected, since most of the time, she was usually of thinking of something evil to do to her friends.

"Mercedes it is, which is perfect because Angie has missed Roscoe, as I'm sure you have." The blonde German smiled, wrapping his free arm around the shoulders of the small Filipino woman, walking with her until they finally reached the Mercedes garage.

And just like that, Toto Wolff was waiting for them.

"Hello, my dear children."

Toto Wolff grinned, his voice sounding in a joking tone which made the two people standing before him roll their eyes, small smiles on their lips.

"Alright, old man?" Tala shot the Austrian a wink before she moved to give him a hug, though it was only a short one because she was almost immediately distracted by a dog running straight towards her.

"Of course I'm being abandoned for Roscoe." The Wolff man chuckled to himself, lifting his hand up to lightly ruffle her hair before leaving her to spend time with Roscoe, because he would have her full attention forever as always.

Or until George Russell walked in to her eyesight, having spotted him out of the corner of her eye, her head shooting up in order to look at him.

She noticed how he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her, his signature bright smile erupting on his pale clear skin, his body moving towards her rapidly that her brain didn't have time to process.

Mick Schumacher noticed with intrigue as Tala's face was different to usual when George pulled her in to a hug, her eyes looked confused and almost lost, though he did notice her hands lightly shaking, and the blush all over her cheeks.

She had some explaining to do.

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"Are you in love with George?"

Mick Schumacher asked bluntly as he sat in the driver trailer of Lewis Hamilton, his Filipino friend sitting in front of him, some of his most trusted friends also with them in order to give some advice.

"Excuse me, what?"

Tala released a cough as she began to choke on air, with the large hands of the Hamilton man moving to pat her back in order to ease her cough, which it did very quickly.

"I think we should start with an easier question." Lewis eased himself in to the conversation, not wanting to overwhelm his little sister.

"Like, what do you feel when you're with him?"

Lance Stroll smiled at his friend as he sat with his best friend, with the three racing drivers being the only ones that would be capable of keeping a secret if they needed to.

Everybody else would be incredibly unreliable in that department.

"Happy."

"Gonna need more than that." Lance rolled his eyes with a soft smile, knowing that it would be a struggle for her to admit it.

"I feel happy when I'm with him, like I don't want him to go or move anywhere." The young woman explained, trying to put it in to words though finding it difficult.

"You blushed when he hugged you, what else?" Mick questioned, one of his eyebrows raised as he listened intently, trying to think of the best advice that he could give.

"I get butterflies when I see him or hear his voice." The trio of racing drivers grinned, softly ushering their friend to continue. "I keep thinking about him all the time, and I feel like sometimes... I search an area for him and if he's not there, then I'm upset."

"Oui! Oui!"

Lance Stroll suddenly jumped up, celebrating in French, his arms raised as if he was lifting a trophy up and in to the air.

"Oh dear, Lance has finally lost his sanity." Tala released a scoff like laugh, her hands guilty covering her lips as she was trying not to laugh at his actions and the silly dance that he had chosen to do.

"You okay there, Lance?"

"I knew I was right! I knew it!" The Canadian shouted, his hands slapping aggressively over his lips as he released that people would be able to hear him if they were nearby.

"Knew what, dipshit?" Tala scoffed, a slight furrow on her brows, her face unknowingly glaring.

"That you're in love with George!" Lance grinned, happy that he was proven to be right, having thought as such a for a long time but had refused to say anything.

"Yeah, whatever but he's my best friend, so I've gotta ignore it, right?"

"No."

Three voices sounded in unison, their voices blending together until they almost sounded like a single person.

"What do you mean, no?"

"George has been in love with you for years... he's always come to me for advice and that started two years ago. Before I knew him, his feelings could have been from before then." Lewis carefully explained, softly drawing circles on the hands of the Filipino before him.

"Oh he did, he could never hide it, he's an awful liar." Lance admitted, nodding his head up and down a couple of times.

"True." Mick laughed, nodding his head too.

"So, what do I do?"

"Easy." Lance spoke, standing to his feet and pulling her with him, his arms wrapping around her body to hug her, happiness flooding the Aston Martin driver.

He knew that he had seen it. He knew that he wasn't blind. He could see it, it was obvious.

"Go and tell him... then make adorable babies."

"For fuck sake, Lance! We don't wanna imagine that!"

A/N

We are so close to the end!!!

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I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

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