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maiahoa_ng dreaming of a white christmas (because it doesn't snow here in australia)
[ tagged: oscarpiastri ]

maimaihoang CUTIE!!

angiedelrey THE THE THE

angiedelrey HIM TYING YOUR SHOESS?.?/!!/
↳ maiahoa_ng hes trying so hard to be nice he keeps forgetting i have free will /:
↳ oscarpiastri oh quit the act you were tripping on your laces all day and i saved you
↳ maiahoa_ng LALALALALA

sillysargeant she didn't have to include that video of her and oscar + the picture of him holding her bags .... and yet
↳ f1aimee_ Lit waiting for a hard launch post or something
↳ maiahoangmoments Omfg how many times does Maia or Oscar have to say that they aren't dating for y'all to understand it!!

op81luvr What do we know about this girl??

folklore.hoang making him hold ur bags okay queen workkkk

landonorris thank u for the oscar content i know the mclaren fans have been starving
↳ maiahoa_ng oscar's no.1 fan award goes tooooooooo lando norris!!
     ↳ landonorris 😌😌😌
     ↳ oscarpiastri do not interact with this man he is a bad influence maia
          ↳ landonorris AM NOT??
          ↳ maiahoa_ng already completed the mutual whoopsie daisy!!

f1.gossiproom 🧐🧐

"DID you actually follow him back?" Oscar asks as the car makes a right turn.

The engine of his bright orange McLaren purrs lowly, making Maia wonder how the hell Oscar even gets comfortable driving in such a loud thing; and she can't even begin to imagine how loud the Formula 1 cars must be in person.

"Yeah," she says nonchalantly. She turns her head to face the man, acknowledging his sharp look in his eyes as he remains focused on the road. At least with the high speeds, Oscar was still a cautious man, which was courtesy of his racing experience, probably. "He's your teammate! I should know him, right?"

Oscar only shrugs his shoulders as they drive down the streets of Melbourne, some people taking photos and videos as they pass by.

"Just thought you didn't want anything to do with Formula 1, that's all," he adds to his gesture, giving the people passing by a small wave as he keeps his hands on the wheel.

The car slows as they enter a stop-light, and Maia gives a small wave herself to the people gawking at the car—or maybe even her and Oscar.

"I don't mind it," Maia says, turning to face Oscar once again. "Just not too educated in it."

"I thought you've been watching the races."

She tilts her head from side-to-side. "Yeah, but some of the more technical stuff I'm not too sure about still."

"Like?"

She hums as she thinks, ignoring the way Oscar's head quirks to the side as he looks her way.

This red light is longer than it should be, because Oscar's eyes have been lingering for a good amount of time.

The sun is beginning to set on the city of Melbourne, and the light is hitting his eyes just right again, the same shade it had shined back at the hotel in Baku when he had lain down next to her on her bed.

She should be focusing on something else, not on how his eyes look in the sunshine.

...She was supposed to be thinking about something.

What was the topic again?

"Is it the callouts?" Oscar asks. "Something on the screen? They can get cluttered at some points during the races."

Maia nods vigorously. "Yeah, they do. What's the different colors mean for the sectors? I've always wondered that."

"Ah, well..." Oscar turns his head to the front of the car and steps on the gas. He moves ahead as the light turns green. "The most important color is purple, which means that a driver has just set the fastest lap in that sector out of everyone on the track."

"You got a couple of those," she says softly, and Oscar's mouth twitches into a small smile.

"Hoping for more this year," he mumbles through his teeth, making Maia laugh. "Green means that the driver set a personal best in the sector, meaning that they just beat their own best time. Then, yellow..." He sighs. "Just...don't focus too much on a driver if they keep getting yellow sectors."

Maia ha's at the last bit, then turns her head to face the road ahead. "Thanks for letting me know," she says appreciatively.

"Of course. I'll offer up my knowledge if you ever want it."

It's not long before the sights of the city turn into lines of houses and cars parked in driveways.

Their little shopping shenanigans had come to an end, and Maia finds it so odd that five hours turned into what felt like two. They had spent most of the time with their hoods up over their heads, trying to stay away from garnering too much attention since Oscar and Maia have proven themselves to be decently recognizable in their home-city (she hopes the cashiers who freaked out at the sight of them had easy shifts for the rest of the day), but a good portion of it was also spent just being normal.

Shopping, asking for opinions on items, eating at the food court. It felt good to just be Maia and Oscar for a day, out of sight from cameras and out of frame from the public eye.

She won't get sentimental, but Oscar is quite good company too. She's come to accept that fact now.

He pulls up in front of Maia's house, making her quirk up a brow.

"We live right across the street from each other, you know that?" She asks, making him nod.

"Yeah, why?"

Maia watches as Oscar clicks a button and the butterfly door of the car slowly opens up above her head, like she was in the cockpit of some spaceship from Star Wars.

Fine. She'll admit that she thought it was cool at first, but now it's just annoying—and anxiety-inducing, because what if the door malfunctions and it slams right on top of her head? She would never ride in Oscar's car again, that's for sure.

"You could have pulled into your driveway and I would've walked over to my house," she points out as she opens the back door—again, Oscar's very own spaceship proving to be exactly that.

He soon finds his way to her side, taking a couple bags into his hands while Maia takes a few as well.

"Well, that wouldn't be very gentleman-like of me, would it?" He says jokingly as he pulls away from the car.

The dark-haired woman snorts as she leans into the car and grabs the last of her purchases. It's only then that she sees a small, pastel pink bag in the far corner of Oscar's backseat.

"Oscar?" She calls out, but he's already found himself placing the bags down at the front door. "Oscar!"

Still placing down bags...

You'd think for someone whose whole job is to be the fastest person, he'd be quicker at putting down items.

"Oscar!"

From her view, she can see his head turn, black hood still covering his hair.

"Yes?" He shouts back.

With the shopping bags hanging off of her inner elbows, she holds up the pink-colored bag that was unfamiliar to her. Even the name that was branded on it was unknown as well, and she likes to think that she's decently up-to-date on what fashion stores and brands are in at the moment.

ROMANCE WAS BORN.

That was what was printed on the bag in hypnotizing gold lettering; an interesting brand name she'd have to remember later to look into when she has the time.

With the bag's ribbon straps dangling from her finger tips, she asks, "Is this yours?" The words leave her lips as she looks at the item, and back to the driver.

"Oh! Um," Oscar stands up straight and nods. "Yeah. Can you just leave it in the backseat for me?"

Maia does as told and places the bag back in its spot in the car, and when she shuts the door, she walks up to Oscar's spot, seeing him standing amongst her purchases and Christmas gifts waiting to be wrapped.

"Who's it for?" She asks, and Oscar scratches the side of his face.

"Someone," he says with a small, playful grin. He lowers his hands into his pockets. "I hope she'll like it."

I hope she'll like it.

The words hit like a hailstorm on her braincells, a crescendo crashing on her heart.

So, Oscar was seeing someone then, and he never thought to mention it to her, even after she had teased him about his single-ness all those weeks ago?

Well, Oscar has his secrets, she supposes.

Then again, it wouldn't have been out of place for her to know, right? That Oscar had someone waiting for him, someone being showered with gifts and adoration from him in secret, away from prying eyes?

They're friends, and they should trust each other with information like that.

Because that's what friends do.

They trust each other.

Maia nods slowly as she contorts her face muscles into a smile. "I don't know who she is but, I'm sure she'll be lucky to receive whatever you got her."

Oscar picks up the shopping bags and continues grinning proudly.

"I'm more lucky to have her, actually."

Maia teases with a hand on her chest, "Aw, what a babe you are, Oscar."

She moves out of the way, bags still pulling at her elbows, and unlocks the door with her house keys.

As the two usher in, Maia places her bags on the sofa while Oscar follows her gestures, settling the bags he was carrying next to the ones she had placed.

After a small chat about how nice their little outing was, the pair find themselves back at Maia's front door, her hand on the doorframe and Oscar standing on the porch.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" He says, slowly stepping away from the woman.

She only nods with a small smile. "Yeah, of course."

"'Of course?'" He repeats, like the words were foreign in his mouth. "First, you call me a 'babe,' now you're talking about how excited you are to see me again." Before Maia can protest, Oscar shakes his head. "You're sweeter than you think."

At the words, she scowls and rolls her eyes. "Go home already, Oscar."

He snaps his fingers and points at her, his curl of the lips never faltering as he speaks. "There it is."

"Bye, Oscar," she says firmly, and he laughs in response to her tone.

"Bye, Maia."

His voice is sweet, smooth as he bids her farewell; and most importantly when he says her name.

Something in Maia's body freezes, and instead of closing the door, she watches as Oscar gets in his car and parks it in front of his own driveway instead of hers, and when he enters his house, she stands still in her place.

And she thinks, and thinks, and thinks.

She thinks about, especially, the pink bag he held in his hands while he entered his home.

All that confidence, all that teasing and words exchanged with her name tied to his lips; and he had someone waiting for him all this time?

Does he not feel ashamed?

Maia closes her door with a slam, a habit her parents had always despised as she grew up in their humble home.

What a lucky lady, Oscar's girl was; and that fact bothers Maia for the rest of day.

It bothers her, because she cannot, for the life of her, figure out why it makes her stomach ache when she thinks about someone out there being referred to as 'Oscar's girl.'

NOTES!

maia vs not knowing how to render her feelings properly, who's gonna win?? (not maia, unfortunately)

xoxo, cas