Chaos on the F1 Grid

Eleanore was sat on her bed while Charles was unpacking his clothes into the closet. He kept checking she was still there, as if she would disappear suddenly. She was texting and smiling. Charles thought about their date that evening and began to panic – he had nothing to wear. In his haste to get to Eleanore as quickly as possible he hadn't thought through his outfit choices at all. He walked out of the closet and began pacing.

Eleanore: baby, what's wrong?

Charles: I have nothing to wear for our date... our first date.

Eleanore: you have clothes – I am sure there is something there.

Charles: only jeans... I didn't even bring a nice shirt or decent trousers. I need to go shopping. Can we go shopping?

Eleanore: baby, I don't care what you wear – jeans are fine.

She put her arms around his waist and looked at him, he was completely panicked. All he wanted was to look good for her and their first date. He kissed her, and then tried to explain.

Charles: I have waited for months to be with you, I want to look good on our first date mon amour... I want to be someone you are proud to be with. Like I am beyond proud to be with you.

Eleanore: I already am.... But ok, let's go shopping.

He kissed her again, and then grabbed his phone to see where the nearest shopping centre was. He watched as she smiled and sat back on the bed – and continued texting.

Eleanore: so Kika is punishing Pierre...

Charles: oh no, what did he do?

Eleanore: well he called you instead of having sex with her....

Charles felt his jaw drop to the floor, what one earth was Pierre thinking, why would you choose gossip over sex with your girlfriend? There is nothing he would choose over getting to make love to Eleanore.

Eleanore: earth to Charles...

Charles: he... so this morning... she was and he just. Wow. I hope she makes him suffer. He won't last the day.

He watched as Eleanore smiled and laughed at his inability to finish his thought, and then how simply he had taken Kikas side. suddenly his phone started buzzing in his pocket – message after message from Pierre.

Charles: mon amour, so Pierre is texting asking about us... if Kika is punishing him, shall I just leave him on read?

Eleanore: yes Kika says to tell him nothing!

Eleanore climbed out of bed, rushed to him, and threw her arms around his neck to kiss him. Charles couldn't help but think he could get used to this. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, as he carried her to the living room. She broke the kiss with a confused expression when she saw where they were going.

Eleanore: ummm the bed is that way...

Charles: yes, and the shops are this way.

Charles nearly lost his will power when she pouted at him, if she thought he didn't want the exact same thing as her – she was wrong, but he was determined to not rush. He set her down on the ground, and kissed her forehead.

Charles: I have thought about little else than savouring and worshiping every inch of you over and over again. But I really want to do this right Eleanore. I don't want us to rush to that part – as much as I want it – please believe me, I want everything with you.