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OSCAR Piastri is thirty years old, a three-time Formula 1 World Champion, and generally one of the most well known drivers in the entire world; and yet, the most difficult thing he's ever had to figure out is how to get his girlfriend to become his wife.

He's got the ring, and he knows what he's going to say, but he just can't quite figure out how he wants to say it since the world seems to put a big red stop sign in front of his face whenever he tries.

Five times in the span of nine months, that's how many attempts he's done thus far.

The first attempt was on a trip to one of Maia's favorite beaches in California.

They were walking along the shore, hand-in-hand, enjoying the sights—and, yes, Oscar still gets giddy about her being so confident in holding his hand in public nowadays. It took a few months for her to not be so antsy about it after their night in Australia back in 2024, but it was so, so worth it.

He was wearing shorts and a blue polo-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and unbuttoned just enough down to his chest (just how Maia likes it,) and Maia was wearing a pair of white pants with a matching white cardigan; an ensemble that made him think about how beautiful she would look in a wedding dress.

Oscar had planned to walk her down to a spot on the beach where the sand was generally untouched, away from the people playing in the water and the families who were packing up their things to leave before sunset. There, in their own little spot, he would get down on one knee when the two were far out enough, and pop the question.

It was private, it was good, and it was a perfect idea with a simple execution.

Until the clouds began to look more gray than white, and he and Maia had to sprint back to their car while trying not to trip from how much they were laughing while attempting to outrun the storm.

A fond memory but, nevertheless, a proposal ruined.

The second time was during a day trip to a small, snowy town in the mountains. It was a cozy place with not a lot of companies or branded stores around, just small businesses and nice people willing to give them tips on how to enjoy their time.

In the middle of the town was a small park, snow stacked on top of the grass and little kids and their parents messing around on the outskirts. With a few benches around, he figured he could sit down with Maia at one and ask her the question there, pulling the ring out of his pocket like a magic trick and keeping it simple.

Before Oscar and Maia could even walk over to the park though, the both of them realized they were sneezing way more than they should be, and when they got home, the two quickly realized that they'd both caught a cold—colds that remained in their systems for a good week or so.

Then, his third try was on a camping trip between the two of them. At the time, they had been watching the fire they made while talking about anything they could think of: what Maia's next project was, how Oscar was feeling about the upcoming season, if they could get a dog, and how Oscar was offended when he was reminded that Maia doesn't like dogs.

Eventually, their speech went quiet, and Maia's body that was leaning against Oscar's began to go limp, and, knowing his lover was asleep, he wasn't going disrupt—because it was a well-known fact that the act of interrupting your partner's rest was a complete new level of sin.

Those three attempts were during winter break, meaning a great deal of time had passed before he tried a fourth time.

The Austrlian Grand Prix was a perfect choice for the next time to try again, since it was in Melbourne and it definitely was an interesting time of the year for them, considering, well, everything.

After the race was over (another win in the books for Oscar, in case you were curious,) he had taken Maia back to the karting track that they had made their own sacred place—the one they celebrated his 10th birthday at thousands of moons ago—and they went a few rounds.

Maia ended up winning, and the adrenaline must have gotten to her, because right when he wanted to ask her the question, she started kissing him like he was her trophy for winning, smiles against smiles and all.

A whisper in his ear and a short drive later, and they both ended up passed out in their hotel room by 8 PM.

That one he'll take responsibility for, but the fifth? Not his fault.

His fifth and final try was back in Italy, before Maia had to catch a flight to Canada for a shoot.

In the airport, Oscar was showering her with love and letting her know how much he was gonna miss her.

Except, he didn't say that exactly.

"I'm gonna miss my wife," he had mumbled against her forehead, planting a kiss there with an airy gentleness.

"Oh, 'wife' now?" She laughed that beautiful laugh of her's. "I should propose to you first just to give you a heart attack someday." She then said in a bit of a joking-tone, probably parodying what she would imagine his proposal to be like, "Will you marry me?"

He had started bringing the ring with him everywhere at that point, and he was thinking about showing it to her and proposing right then and there.

However, before he even got the chance, her flight was called in, and one small kiss on the lips later, she was making her way down to enter the plane, leaving Oscar in the busy airport to watch her go.

And, of course, he said 'Yes' to her little rhetorical proposal.

At that point, Oscar had given up and waited for a better opportunity to present itself when they had more privacy, sometime during off-season when he and Maia were alone; which is exactly the scenario right now, in their comfy living room with some crime-action-western-whatever show playing on the television at the lowest volume possible.

Oscar found himself lying on the floor, chest up and head turned to look at the TV with a pillow under his head when Maia says, "Osc?"

"Hm?"

"Will you marry me?"

His eyes go wide, and he sits up with haste, neck snapping towards his girlfriend.

She looks calm, almost too calm for someone who just asked him something like that.

"Uh," he stammers. "S–Sure? Yeah...what? What is happening?"

"I dunno. I was just running through my lines and my character is married in this," she explains with nonchalantness washing over her face. She waves the script in her hand slightly, the pen markings all over the paper bright against the white. "Just got me thinking about how much I want to be your wife—!"

"You're joking." His response makes Maia's eyes go wide, and she begins to open her mouth again to speak, before Oscar continues. "I've been trying to figure out how to propose to you for months and you ask me like that?"

Maia blinks, and she can only breathe out, script now flipped over and pushed to the side, "What?"

"You—"

Oscar gets up from his spot with haste and races up the stairs, darting for their bedroom and opening their closet. He rummages through his jackets that were hung up by hangers, and eventually finds a jacket that was a bright red; a jacket that he never, ever wears out. (He's a McLaren man, okay? It just feels wrong.)

He reaches into the jacket's pocket and pulls out a red ring box, and opens the box to find the ring, the ring he was almost convinced held some sort of bad omen over his head.

It was a ring with a silver band, small diamonds around one oval-shaped moss agate crystal, which was Maia's favorite gem. Inside the crystal, it almost looked like vines up against a foggy window, the green popping against the light colors of the ring band and the teeny tiny white diamonds.

When Oscar runs down the stairs, he can see Maia looking at him with her mouth covered.

He holds up the ring, and says, slightly out of breath, "You don't get to take this from me."

"Baby—" Maia begins to laugh, and Oscar already knows she's gonna say yes, but he's still going to ask because he deserves to get down on one knee and ask her the question properly and finally.

"Nine—!" He exclaims, making his way to the couch. He ends up dropping to his knees—not one, but both—in front of her and huffing, "Nine months I've been trying to figure out how to ask you, and you think you can pop the question on me because of a script you're reading?"

Maia covers her face, giggles bubbling from her throat. "I didn't know!"

"Maia," he begins, and pulls down her hand to make sure she's looking at him while he speaks. "Will you ma—!"

In a swift movement, Maia grabs him by the back of the neck and kisses him like the Earth would crumble beneath their feet the next morning. Oscar feels her prying open his fingers and she takes the ring, and his hands very quickly find their way onto her waist as she climbs into his lap.

"I didn't—" A kiss. "—finish—" Another. "—asking you."

Maia breaks away for breath, and looks into Oscar's eyes. "You don't have to," she caresses his face with her fingers, making him melt beneath her touch. "Because I technically proposed to you first anyway, just like I said at the airport."

Oscar snaps out of his trance with wide eyes, "Oh, you—!"

She begins to kiss him again, making the both of them laugh in a way that it actually echoes throughout their home.

The cold metal of the ring on her finger tickles Oscar's cheek as she holds him gently, and in the end, he doesn't really care that much that he didn't get to ask her the way he wanted to, because at least now, he finally gets to call her his fiancée.

All of this?

Oh, yeah.

Definitely worth the wait.

(And, he already knows that she's going to hyphenate, but it's okay with him, because Maia Piastri-Hoang is most certainly the coolest name he's ever heard.)

NOTES!

IT'S OVER 😖😖😖😖

i hope you guys enjoyed this book as much as i enjoyed writing it 🥹🥹 i know maia ticked you guys off pretty often but i hope it paid off, especially in this epilogue where you can see how she's developed a bit more as an individual :]

one of my biggest regrets with sunrise boulevard, which is actually something you all really enjoyed, was that there was barely any conflict in the story; everything for lando and bianca was solved rather quickly, which made for a nice, sweet, short story, and as good as that was, with utswd, i really wanted to try to challenge my characters and my writing, and i think i succeeded! i'm especially grateful for those who understood maia's character and were excited to see her come around after her mistakes <3

i hope you all loved maia as much as i enjoyed writing her, and i hope you all loved oscar and maia as much as i did too 🫶

thank you all for reading until the song was done!

xoxo, cas

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UNTIL THE SONG WAS DONE,
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• SUNRISE BOULEVARD, lando norris (completed)

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