Chaos on the F1 Grid

When Pierre and Kika had left Charles apartment after he had rushed to Mallorca, they had enjoyed the morning by the water, before heading to Mikonos. Arriving at their hotel – Pierre couldn't help but wonder what was happening in Mallorca. He had expected his friend to message with details – had he found Eleanore? were they together? He was so engrossed in his own thoughts he had completely ignored his very beautiful girlfriend standing in front of him in lingerie she bought especially. Well, ignored her until she cleared her throat and suddenly she had all of his attention.

Kika had been enjoying a lie in with her boyfriend, kissing her neck – her hand moving down his body wanting to enjoy something else. Things were heating up, until he had suddenly shot up in the bed and begun searching frantically for his phone.

Kika: what? what are you doing?

Pierre: I have to call Charles.

Kika couldn't quite believe her ears, was her boyfriend seriously going to call his friend instead of having sex with her – which is where that was very much going.

Kika: NOW?! why?

Pierre: my Spidey sense is tingling... something is going on – I know it.

Kika: Pierre, baby... come back to bed, and finish what you started.

Pierre: Kika, my Spidey sense!

Kika: yeah I have a tingling sense of my own that needs taking care of...

Pierre: SPIDEY SENSE Kika...

Kika: I am going to buy you a cape and a leotard if you keep saying 'Spidey sense'. Do not disturb them, come back to bed, and have hot sex with your girlfriend that loves you!

It was too late, way too late. In the time it had taken Kika to say about the leotard and cape he had already sent 5 messages, and called twice. He was annoyed at being ignored, which made him all the more certain that there was something to know that he didn't. He called Charles phone again, this time he answered, but before Charles could get a word out Pierre had begun talking – well, interrogating.

Pierre: oh my god man, where the fuck were you? is she there? did you talk? Where are you right now? have you spoken to Fred? never mind that... what is going on? Does she love you? does she not? I know something has happened. Are you together? Have you had sex? Is she a good kisser?

Kika burst out laughing at how frantic her boyfriend's behaviour was, and whispered to him.

Kika: maybe only ask just 5 questions at a time...give the guy the chance to answer you know!?

Pierre stuck his tongue out at his girlfriend. Before Charles answered – clearly having ignored all of Pierre's questions.

Charles: Pierre... what could possibly be so important right now?!

Pierre: there is something to know, that I don't. I can sense it. did you find her? did you talk? Does she love you? is she there? have you replied to Fred? Have you heard from Christian?

Kika was lying on the bed laughing so hard she could barely breathe, when she finally managed to control her laughter she sat up and pretend to write in a book, while reading allowed the pretend musings in a dramatic voice.

Kika: Dear Diary, does he love me? does he not? Will I ever know what happened in Mallorca? Why will my friend not answer my questions? Should my boyfriend ignore his horny girlfriend?

Pierre waved off the comments by Kika, which made her more determined to mock him, but he didn't care when Charles answered one of his questions, and he thought he heard Eleanore in the background.