JULIETTE SLAMMED HER PALMS into her face at her result. P11 was not a great start at all, especially for somebody with as much pressure as her.

"Fuck!" Jules yelled through the radio, now approaching the pit where her brother already was.

She quickly jumped out of her car, removing her helmet to let her brunette hair run wild, trailing down her soft skin and continuing down onto her suit. She immediately grabbed some water, allowing the cold liquid flow down her throat, giving her sweating body a sense of relief.

"I'm sorry, I should've done better." She apologised to the crew, feeling guilty for achieving such a low placement.

"It was only a practice, Jules. You'll do better next time." Charles reassured the  disappointed girl, gently rubbing his younger sister's shoulder.

"Thanks." Juliette's lip's lifted, forming a grateful smile towards her brother's comforting words, "But you did amazing!" She congratulated, Charles had managed to place 2nd, with enough determination he could easily place at the top this week, and seeing Charles win made Jules so proud of him. He deserved it after all.

"I've got more practice." He smirked, patting the girl's shoulder, a giggle escaping her lips at his remark.

"You're such a prick." Jules scoffed, her head drifting away from her brother and his remarks.

"It's my specialty, apart from racing of course." Charles winked at his sister.

"Ugh." She rolled her eyes at his cockiness. "Now come on, let's rest before the next practice." Jules suggested, moving out of her brother's hold to grab his hand firmly. She tugged at the man to follow her who eventually complied with his sister's demand.

LANDO CHEERED AS HIS CAR zoomed across the finish. P4 was amazing in his opinion, the boy was delighted that he managed to stay ahead of the experienced such as Hamilton.

He lifted himself out the vehicle, a wave of claps from his team followed.
"P4, great job Norris!" An engineer applauded at the driver's result, sending a grin onto Lando's face. He grasped onto his bottle of water before squirting it across his face, refreshing himself and washing away the sweat that the sweltering heat caused.

"How's Oscar done?" He queried about his new teammate, Oscar Piastri, one of the rookies who had just competed in his first practice race of formula one.

"P12, struggled on some turns but overall decent race." Will informed Lando, "Should be at his garage right now."

The driver dragged his head back at the scorching conditions in the air currently. 27°C in March was something Lando was not used to, especially being from the miserable country that is England. Fuck it's hot here.

"Go get some rest mate, you worked hard." He was told, and quickly agreed, exhausting beginning to take control of his body.

THE LECLERCS LAY PEACEFULLY in the Ferrari lounge, relaxing after a busy day on the track.

"I need to do better tomorrow, I have to." Juliette stared at the ceiling, her body flopping weakly on the sofa.

"Trust me, you will. What even happened that made you drop places?" Charles asked, slouching on a chair opposite his sister, his legs kicked up on a table beside the man.

"Fucking turn ten. Didn't turn fast enough and it cost me some time. Allowed Stroll to overtake me." She explained, humiliated by her failed attempt. And to let that fucking Aston Martin get past her.

"Hey, stop thinking about it okay?" Charles shouted at his sister who was doubting her ability. She was a fantastic driver who had earned things not many people have done ever. To be one of the first ever women in formula one was one of the greatest achievements a woman could have, and he couldn't be prouder of his little sister.

"Jules!" Charles screamed as the girl shot across the finish line, the whole crowd jolted onto their feet to applaud her. He remembers the contagious smile that grew on her face as she observed the audience, all congratulating her. She had finally done it, won her first race.

"Yes!" Juliette lifted her arms up in triumph, heading towards the garage to be immediately greeted by the arms of both her brother's.

"You were perfect out there Julie." Arthur spoke softly to his elder sister, squeezing her tightly as they all shared the same heartwarming moment. The Leclerc's were all so close, inseparable some would say. And nothing could change that, not ever.

"I'm extremely proud of you, little sister." Charles added, he couldn't wait till she was joining him on the track, racing together like family.

"I love you guys so much." Tears started to fill the girl's eyes, sweetened by the kind comments her siblings made. God they were her everything.

"Over here mini Jules!" Another man signalled for her to come closer, "Get over here now!" Her Godfather wrapped the winner around him before lifting her off the ground.

"Hey big Jules." The young girl giggled as she was embraced by the man she admired. One day, she was going to be just like him. He was the reason that she started racing in the first place, if he wasn't there for Juliette, she doesn't know where she would be.

He took Jules to her first grand prix when she was younger, and it was such a magical experience. From that day forward, she was determined to become one of the greats, and winning this race was step one.

"I knew you could do it!" He celebrated, placing her feet back onto the ground, a wide beam appearing on both their faces.

"Couldn't of done it without all of you." Juliette thanked her godfather and siblings, unable to repay them for their support.

"Yeah well that's what were here for." Charles smirked, patting his sister's shoulder. She couldn't of wished for more caring people, and Charles was glad to be protecting her.

Always.

"Okay!" Jules put her hands up in the air, surrendering her defeat. "I'm sorry, I'll stop!" She apologised, causing a small chuckle to escape from her brother. "Who was ahead of you today?" The girl wondered.

"Verstappen. Overtook him twice but still got in front and finished at the top." Charles explained, annoyed at himself that he was unable to get past the red bull.

"Just pissed that I didn't get past, but I will on Sunday, I'm sure of it." He confirmed, determined to win the first race of the season.

"You're Charles Leclerc of course you will." She nodded her head in agreement. "Unless I get in the way." Juliette winked, gently scrunching her nose and curling one side of her mouth, making the brother burst into giggles, Jules shortly mimicking the same emotion, laughing in sync together.

"I could never be as slow as you." He joked, his sister now glaring at the man, insulted by his sarcastic comment.

"I hate you." She attempted to hold in her happiness from their previous interaction, a smile shakily creeping upwards, unable to stop herself from forming a smile.

"I hate you too, Jules." He repeated her quote, the same beam reflected off his face. They both had the same adorable grin stuck on their face. The siblings already looked alike, but when they smiled or laughed, the duo's features looked almost identical.

They didn't really hate each other, they loved each other. It was their somewhat fucked up way of saying it, but they understood each other, and that's what matters. It's the same reason they work incredibly well together as teammates. With enough effort committed on driving, they would be an 'unstoppable force.' That's what Frédéric believed.

LANDO MADE HIS WAY TOWARDS the McLaren lounge, desperate to manage a small nap after his race, actually on something comfy too. Driving makes the boy extremely tired, sometimes he was so fatigued that he could drift away anywhere.

"You alright there, mate?" He heard a familiar Australian accent as he entered, appearing to be Oscar, casually scrolling through his phone.

"Yeah, just the heat has got to me." He lifted the back of his hand towards his dripping forehead, wiping away the excess sweat that had formed from walking to his desired destination.

"Enough about me." Lando quickly directed the topic to the rookie, who wasn't showing any signs of being even slightly bothered by the fact that he had just competed in his first ever race, during his currently very tiny career at formula one. "You think the race went well?"

"Okay, I guess." Oscar shrugged, "P12, 10 seconds slower than Leclerc." He told his teammate his position, slightly disheartened by being in the bottom 10, but it was his first ever time on the track so he wasn't shocked.

"Which Leclerc?" Lando questioned, praying he wasn't going to hear the name he dreaded.

"Juliette."

Fuck. Where could he start with Juliette Leclerc? He loathed her. He hated her arrogant personality every time he came near, he hated how everybody always dropped to their knees at her presence. She wasn't the fucking queen. The first grand prix where he was so close to finishing on the podium, Juliette was there, ready to crush his dreams. Lando could see the red vehicle soaring miles away, coming closer and closer. She sped past the Mclaren driver, depriving him of his first ever podium. It could've been him celebrating, it should've been him.

He despised the way her chestnut locks blew gently in the wind as soon as she took off her helmet. How the girl was slowly breathing in the freshness of the air, shutting her hazel eyes and tilting her head upwards. God, who allowed her to have such an ego?

"Hey, rookie!" The driver shouted towards the currently mesmerised boy. "What are you looking at?"

Lando just froze, unable to speak, unable to move. He was practically paralysed. His cheeks gradually growing redder.

"If you're mad at me for overtaking you, then grow up." She spat. "You don't get free passes up here."

"You know you shouldn't act so mighty." The boy let his intrusive thoughts win, blurting the insult before immediately slapping his mouth tightly shut.

"Oh really?" Jules raised her eyebrows at his accidental comment, rage filling her bones. Who the fuck did he think he was? "You have anything else to say?" She waited for a response, but received silence.

"That's what I fucking thought, Norris. Au revior." She stuck her middle finger in the air, aiming it straight at the boy, who simply rolled his eyes before strutting away.

This wasn't their first aggressive encounter, it was clear that they weren't friendly. But who would want to be friends with someone as cocky as Juliette Leclerc.

"You don't like her, do you?" Oscar interrupted, bringing Lando back into the real world.

"Nope." He clicked his tongue in reply, not wanting to talk about the girl.

"You just always fucking stare don't you?" Juliette scowled at the other driver who was glaring daggers at her throughout the whole interview.

"Thought you liked the attention." He snickered, a frown becoming more prominent on her face, her eyebrows furrowing.

"No, I just don't like creeps like you watching me all day." She scoffed, why was he so stubborn? "If you're that desperate to look at me why don't you buy a poster or something?" She suggested, this boy was literally obsessed with her.

"You wish, darling." He smirked, "Sadly I don't want to ruin my precious walls though."

"I hate you, Norris."

"Could say the same about you, Leclerc."

They were both planning each other's downfall, but somehow that led to something else.

Something extremely special.

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