EIGHTEEN

"Why am I even helping you with this?"

Alex Albon rolled his eyes in distaste as he was standing beside that of his team mate at Red Bull racing, Max Verstappen.

"Because you love Ocean and you want to make sure that she's happy... even if that means helping me?"

Max Verstappen responded with a cautious smile upon his pale face, his hand scratching at the back of his neck awkwardly, with the pair of them looking as confused as could be.

"I hate you for this." Alex released a small whine, his hand lifting to drag across his face.

"You can hate me... after you tell me what is Ivory?" Max shook his hand dismissively, with the pair standing in a store full of makeup.

He didn't even know what contour was, let alone foundation, mascara or blusher. He had no idea which products were which, what were the right colors for Ocean, and what was actually good quality.

"Well, it looks pale, so it could be your color." Alex answered as he lifted the bottle of liquid up in to the air, holding it under the light to see if it was the right color match for his best friend.

"That doesn't help!"

Both Formula One drivers released a sigh of relief as a member of staff walked towards them with a helpful smile upon their face, offering to help them since they looked lost.

Which they definitely were.

"He's trying to sleep with my sister, so he wants help to impress her." Alex blurted out, causing the Dutch man to release a startled cough, eyes widening in shock.

"No, I am not! I'm not trying to sleep with her! I love her, klootzak!" Max raised his voice from the shock, his hands raising upwards slightly.

The shop worker stood there dumbfounded as the two men bickered back and forth, clearing their throat multiple times to stop their argument to no avail.

He moved to grab some of their best selling products that would fit with the skin tone of the client, guessing that due to the bottle of foundation still in the hand of the tall man that she was of pale skin tone with neutral undertones.

He deserved a raise for this, he thought.

"There you go, those are my recommendations." The worker spoke up, stopping the heated debate, their eyes full with surprise at how quickly he had selected things for her.

"Oh, uh, thanks."

"I can also recommend condoms if there's going to be more arguments." The worker raised their eyebrows as he spoke, seeing two unamused faces staring back at him.

"Or not."

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"I'm gonna kill that Dutch dick."

Alex Albon groaned in fustration as he stared at his phone from where he had received a text message, with multiple confused faces looking back at him.

"What did he do?"

"Lily answered the door at my place for a parcel... he's fucking sent me condoms."

Loud laughter erupted from the throats of his friends, with George, Lando, Charles, and Pierre cackling loudly, the sound ringing loudly in his ears which would definitely give him a major headache.

He knew that it was a way to annoy him after the incident when they went makeup shopping together, he should have known that Max was going to come up with something stupid like he had.

The head of the Albon boy shot up at the sound of knocking at the front door, his body walking to open it to see that very same face staring back at him, plastered with a look of smugness.

"Get lost before I sucker punch you." Alex warned, his fist clenching tightly, only seeing the Dutch man's smile growing in its intensity.

"I thought that I'd have a nice evening with my in laws, so I brought beer."

Max Verstappen grinned cheekily as he lifted up the crate of beer, hearing his friends cheer with joy at the sight of it. He calmly stepped his way in to the apartment and took a seat beside his Monégasque friend who was happy to see him, taking a beer from the heavy crate.

"He didn't take the joke well."

Charles Leclerc whispered quietly to his friend as he sat beside him, wrinkles forming around his eyes from just how much he had enjoyed finding out what had happened.

"Ocean will be pleased, after all, it was her idea." Max shot the Leclerc boy a playful wink, noticing how his face filled with shock.

They had all thought it was Max's idea, but no, after Max had informed Ocean of what happened at the makeup store, she had actually been the one to come up with the idea.

He would take the blame for it, of course, but he didn't mind.

The two men giggled together quietly, joy and happiness spreading over their faces, filling up their irises.

They group happily drank together, relishing in each others company, though a certain Thai boy was not so secretly giving a death glare to his team mate whenever he would speak, his eyes narrowing in to slits.

"Alex, please stop trying to summon a demon to kill Max."

George Russell cackled as the night went on, having timed that his death glares had been going on for well over three hours, and had also gotten him nowhere.

"It'll appear any second, I know it will." The Albon boy muttered quietly, hearing Max's light laughter.

"You know that I love Ocean. There's nothing in this world that I wouldn't do for her, and I think I proved that when we spent two hours going through stores looking for makeup, hair curlers and hair accessories." The Verstappen boy laughed, shaking off the boys comments as him just being protective.

Because he understood.

If his sister Victoria was to start dating a driver, especially if it was one of his friends, he would too want to protect her at all costs.

It was a natural thing for a brother to do.

Blood related or not.

"Well, it's a good thing that she loves you too."

Pierre Gasly spoke up for a moment before slapping his hands aggressively over his lips, having forgotten that he had promised not to say anything.

Arthur and Ocean would both skin him alive for letting slip.

Charles slowly lowered his head in to his hands as he hoped for the earth to open him up and swallow him whole, knowing that he would too be in trouble for Pierre's mistake.

Max stayed silent as he stared at the Gasly man with a look full of surprise, having definitely not expected to hear such a thing about his love.

He had hoped that Ocean felt the same, but he hadn't been sure of it.

The group of Formula One drivers watched as the Red Bull driver suddenly shot up from his seat and ran towards the door, knowing exactly where he was going to be heading.

He was heading for Ocean, the woman that he loved.

"Great job, Pierre! Now we're all fucked!"

"Sorry Lando!"

A/N

Another one here, I'm gonna work on the next one straight away so that should be up soon, I can't believe I've done most of this book in a matter of weeks when it took me so long to write chapters,

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 you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY 🇵🇸🇨🇩🇸🇩🇸🇸🇺🇦🇾🇪🇱🇧