ONE

"I said I'm sorry!"

Ignacia Lucero shouted in a high pitched voice as she held her hands up in defence, her eyes wide as she immediately noticed her friend charging towards her with a pillow in his grasp.

"Payback!"

Pierre Gasly spoke in a raised voice, his French accent very strong, his grin large and bright, his large hands grasping a pillow which he intended to use as a deadly weapon.

The two of them squealed repeatedly as they battled for victory, Pierre holding the pillow down over his friends face, whereas she was attempting to kick his much larger body off her own.

She hadn't intended for somebody to try and kill her, but it had escalated from mocking him about moving to a different formula one team, to throwing a pillow and making him spill his beer over his jeans, to currently being smothered by the French man.

And by the time that Yuki Tsunoda had exited his shower and rejoined them in the living room, his two best friends were repeatedly hitting each other, a pillow still over the face of Ignacia.

Yuki moved to grab a beer himself before he took a seat opposite them, smiling and giggling to himself as he watched them fight to the death.

It was a regular thing.

He watched for over fifteen minutes as each of them kept overpowering the other, until the Japanese boy erupted in to laughter, seeing the pair of them fall off the sofa together, hitting the ground with a thud.

"Ow!"

Pierre Gasly and Ignacia Lucero simultaneously groaned, their voices blending together as they attempted to push their bodies up and back on to their feet, subconsciously declaring a draw as they helped one another stand back up.

"You two done? Can we drink now?" Yuki grinned as he asked the question, seeing two sets of eyes being rolled at him.

"We have been drinking! It was you who went for a shower!" Ignacia raised the both of her arms with a small huff, her eyebrows furrowed together in to a slight glare.

"That's what started that! She added hot sauce to my beer!" Pierre spoke, his French accent coming through strong, his hands moving around in exasperation.

"You called my family stupid!"

"They have to be stupid to be related to you! You must've gotten it from somewhere!"

"Yeah! You, moron!"

Yuki Tsunoda released a small huff from his lips, his hand lifting up to pinch at the bridge of his nose as he listened to their bickering, before it all kicked off again, their squeals picking up as they began to fight once more.

The Japanese boy moved to switch from his beer to a stronger drink, that of tequila, since he knew that he would need it. 

He was a lightweight, but it was better for him to deal with being drunk than their bickering the whole night.

Because once they started, they never stopped.

It was a miracle that he had been able to put up with the both of them for so long, because since he had entered Formula One, Pierre had been his team mate, whereas Ignacia, he had dealt with her for much longer.

He was both blessed and cursed by the presence of an Argentinian woman who had appeared in to his life as a quiet, shy teenager, who suddenly burst in to this loud, energetic and down right crazy monster that he was now stuck with forever.

He couldn't explain when the change happened, but he was happy that it did, he would just never tell her that.

They had been stuck together for years now, since he was in the F4 Japanese championship and wherever he had to move to in order to race, Ignacia had moved with him without any hesitation.

He was never lonely, he was never given the chance to be because she was always right there to keep him company.

 "私の人生クソだ"

He found himself muttering underneath his breath as he heard them squeal as they attacked one another, his eyes lightly rolling, a scoff leaving his lips.

"Fuck you!" 

Ignacia shouted, pushing the Gasly man from off her body with all her strength, rushing towards her best friend with a slight glare upon her tanned face.

Pierre erupted in to a fit of laughter as he watched Yuki's head jolt forward from a hard slap, tequila spilling from his mouth.

"What the fuck was that for?!" Yuki raised his voice to the Lucero woman, watching as she flipped him off.

"You love us!"

"I know I do, but I wanna fucking drink!"

The two men watched in amusement as their friend shot forward to grab a hold of the tequila, removing the lid before gulping down the liquid, counting to three before she stopped because she knew that if she drank any more straight tequila, that she would be acting as if their apartment was a dance floor.

She'd probably pull out the Irish jig if she drank anymore tequila. 

"All you had to do is say that." Pierre grinned as he teased his friend, sitting opposite them, the pair immediately and simultaneously glaring at him.

"I did!"

"He did."

"Don't you start!" The French man pointed accusingly towards the Argentinian woman, noticing how she immediately flipped and changed sides, pulling faces and mocking him.

"That's what you get for insulting my family, gilipollas!" Ignacia Lucero flipped off the Gasly man, nestling in to the side of her best friend as they began to finally drink together, since that had been the whole reason that Pierre had come around to visit them in the first place.

"Your family love me, ma saucisson." Pierre laughed, knowing that whilst she didn't like it when he made jokes about her family, that her actual family loved him.

Not as much as they loved Yuki, but it was near enough to that.

He could never live up to Yuki's reputation in the Lucero family, because in their eyes Yuki was a God, but he was considered to be in the family, a cousin or something.  Ignacia was his annoying little sister, and he took great pleasure in annoying her, teasing her and mocking her. 

It wasn't like he was stealing her family either, because his family worshipped her and often considered her to be the golden child of the Gasly family.

Which he considered totally unfair.

The three racing drivers drank together for the entire evening, mocking one another, fighting one another before passing out, the three of them spread across the sofa, with Ignacia being curled in to the body of Pierre, with Yuki cuddling her legs. 

It certainly wasn't the first time, and it was never going to be the last because that was just how they were.

Even with each of them driving for different teams, they were best friends and they always would be.

And Nyck De Vries was never going to matter more to her than her boys.

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A/N

The introduction chapter is finally here,

What do you think?

The main character in this book is based off one of my readers, 81_piastri

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this Introduction 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 🇵🇸🇨🇩🇸🇩🇸🇸🇺🇦🇾🇪