ELEVEN

"I do question their sanity sometimes."

Mick Schumacher chuckled to himself as he stood beside that of Lewis Hamilton, with the two men watching their group of friends have a competition.

A drawing competition no less.

They could already see some horrific drawings, and they could only wonder what the others were like, their smiles growing every single time that they caught a glimpse of another.

They didn't know why they were chosen as the two judges, it was such a strange pairing to be judges.

Though they both knew that Lando could definitely not be a judge, since he would have instantly taken a bribe from their friends competing.

"Okay, and reveal!"

Lewis raised his hands up in to the air as he clapped, calling the end to the competition, causing everybody to immediately lower their pens and pencils.

The group turned their pieces of paper around in unison, a unified screech of laughter leaving everybody's lips as their eyes fell upon all of the drawings, some of which were terrible.

They had to draw somebody within the world of Formula One drivers and whilst some were very good, others were downright awful.

"Tal, what the fuck is that!"

"What do you mean, what is it? It's Mark Webber! Anybody could see that!"

Tala Villanueva raised her voice both in pitch and volume as multiple sets of eyes fell upon her drawing of Mark Webber.

It was a stick man, thought he seemed to be sitting on something that they wouldn't have known, unless Tala had not drawn an arrow to it with the word Kangaroo, next to it.

Totally not subtle.

"That's a stick man on drugs, it's awful!"

George Russell and Lance Stroll cackled together in unison, their hands shooting to their chests as they wheezed, unable to catch their breath since they were laughing so hard.

"I can draw a stick man perfectly, actually." Tala released a small scoff, rolling the dark of her eyes. "At least I haven't drawn a driver with only one eye and three teeth!"

"It's Daniel! Because he winks and he's always smiling!"

Lando Norris gasped dramatically as he held his drawing within his slim tanned hands, the group continuously laughing at one another drawings.

The drivers that had been drawn would definitely not want to see their self portraits, they were hideous.

Lewis was wincing from the way that Carlos had drawn him, his face being very deformed, though that did have something to do with the fact that Lando had deliberately elbowed him, sending his arm flying across the page of paper.

"Who wins?" The group asked in unison, their faces hopeful and full of competitive spirit, making the two judges laugh, their heads shaking from side to side.

"Lando and Tala are tied for first place."

Lewis laughed, his fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose from the mess of the competition, he didn't even know why Alex had suggested it in the first place.

The two winners screamed as they jumped up and on to their feet, the others simultaneously groaning at having lost, though they could never be mad at seeing Tala so happy.

Her happiness was infectious.

They had been starved of it for so long, that now even the smallest of smiles on her face made them all smile.

"Tal, can you lift me up?" Lando questioned, making everybody furrow their eyebrows together in confusion, trying to figure out what it was that he was thinking.

"Why? What's the catch?"

"I wanna do the lift from Dirty Dancing!" The Norris boy giggled, wrinkles forming around his eyes from the brightness of his smile, his voice high pitched and full with excitement.

"You're taller than me! Are you trying to crush me, no way! Get Carlos to do that dumb shit with you!" The Villanueva girl laughed as she moved out of his way, jumping in to the empty seat of the Norris boy, pushing Carlos out of his seat so that she could move closer to George.

The Filipino woman curled herself up in to the side of her best friend, George, as they watched the mess unfold in front of them, the pair of Lando and Carlos trying to do the overhead lift.

Everybody knew that it was going to go wrong.

George wrapped his arm around the figure of his best friend, pulling her completely in to his side, her head nuzzling softly against his chest which helped keep her steady, her heartbeat having increased a little bit too much that she had been worried about panicking.

But, she went to George. He always made her feel safe.

Alex quickly snapped a photo of the two as they cuddled one another, his smile bright and cheerful, his excited giggles leaving his lips at how his best friends were acting around each other, even if they didn't realise what it was that they were doing.

"Say cheese, George!"

Alex Albon spoke in a hushed voice, not wanting to distract the group yet still wanting his photo of the two, his happiness flooding as the duo of George and Tala flipped him off in sync.

He loved how in unison they seemed to be the past few months, they drank in sync, they laughed in sync, they just kept getting more and more in time with each other, and he loved it.

They were becoming a single person.

He would call them, Gala.

"Oh my God!" Ten screams sounded in unison, gasps leaving their lips before the room erupted in to loud laughter, tears free falling out of many eyes.

"Why'd you drop me, you idiot!"

"I'm sorry, Lando!"

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Tala Villanueva was relaxing with Toto Wolff in the Mercedes garage as the track was cleared from a small crash, the debris having been scattered over half of the track.

Toto liked Tala, he thought that she was cute, a devil, but cute.

"Do you want another drink? Anything to eat?" Toto questioned her as she sat with her eyes closed, his Mercedes cap over her face so that it would cover her eyes, allowing her to have a power nap, which she definitely needed.

"No thanks, I'm gonna have a nap." Tala spoke, her voice slightly muffled, her eyelids getting heavy, her breathing evening out in to much slower and deeper breaths.

Just as she was about to drift off in to her much needed nap, voices hit her ears causing the young Filipino woman to jolt upwards, a glare on her face as she recognised the voices.

Her small feet charged towards the voices, where Toto was just being introduced to two people, their gaze on not the Austrian man but the young woman heading their way.

"You have some fucking nerve coming here!" Tala screamed, her brunette hair blowing in to her face from the sprint, her fists clenched at the two familiar people.

"Tala, we are allowed to come here."

Crisanto Villanueva stared at the young woman with an annoyed look, his face unamused and disappointed at the way that she was behaving.

"Not when I'm here, you're fucking not." Tala pushed the man backwards, her nostrils flaring with anger.

How dare her parents turn up to a Formula One race when they never supported Dakila in his career?

They didn't even turn up for his funeral. Why would they turn up to a Formula One race? Why? Why? Why? Why?

"You can't stop us, Tala." Sampaguita Villanueva shook her head from side to side at her daughter, disgusted at how the young woman turned out after all the effort that they had put in to raise her.

"Watch me."

Her fist swung as hard as she could possibly make it, with it instantly connecting to the face of her father, watching him stumble back from the force, his hand shooting to his nose, which began to gush with blood.

As Tala attempted to do the same with her mother, a large arm was pushed inbetween them, pushing her backwards.

"You both need to leave, right now." Toto Wolff ordered with a stern gaze, determined that they were not going to be upsetting Tala further.

He would be kidding himself if he was going to let them harm her.

As they began to leave, Tala released a scream, her face filled with such hatred and anger that Toto had never seen before, taking him by surprise.

"You never deserved Dakila! He was way too good to EVER be your son!"

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A/N

I am back, I am motivated, and I am determined

What do you think?

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

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

Love you all,

-RUBY 🇵🇸🇨🇩🇸🇩🇸🇸🇺🇦🇾🇪