The Limit-Carcar (Carlos Sainz x Oscar Piastri)

O.Piastri

Italian Grand Prix 2020

"And on second place we have, CARLOS SAINZ OF MCLAREN!" The voice echoed through the whole circuit, making the tifosi red stand up for the papaya, who will soon be one of their own.

To be honest, I didn't want him to. Carlos was one of my favorite drivers and mclaren was my favorite team, and I hated ferrari's guts. But it might be the best for him anyways.

I applauded loudly to him, but as usual he didn't notice me. He never actually did, no matter how hard I tried to impress him.

But at the end of the day I was a test driver for Renault and a formula three driver, while he will soon be a ferrari driver and one of the most loved drivers on the grid. Of course he wouldn't see or notice me.

I wished he did because this is the last formula one grand prix I will attend with the team, and if he didn't notice me now I think he never will.

But all of my hopes were fading as he stepped down from the podium, making his way back the the pits and disappearing from my sight.

I tried to hide my disappointment. I didn't know why I wanted him to notice me so much, but I would die to be his friend, and lando as well. Their relationship seemed too perfect to be true and lando is lucky to have such a teammate.

"Come on piastri, back to the pits we go." Daniel ricciardo said as he patted my back, I weakly smiled at him and followed his steps back to the garage.

The engineers were busy analyzing some data and I had to be there, after all according to them, I will be here as a driver one day. And maybe one day he'll notice me, I thought to myself as I turned my head to the mclaren garage that was right next to the renault one.

He was chasing lando who was spraying him with a champagne, ending the chase with a big wide hug to his teammate which brought a smile to my face.

He then walked and leant on the tires, unzipping his race suit and tying it on his waist, making his biceps and broad shoulders quite clear to everyone who enjoyed the sight.

With his soaked hair and parted lips, panting while unzipping his suit I felt like the temperature was definitely getting hotter around me.

I bit my lower lip, something I always did when I'm too zoned out or too focused on something specific as I eyed his torso, my eyes roaming all over his body till I reached his face.

And he was looking at me this time...carlos sainz was fucking looking at me.

My lips slightly parted as a result of shock, but he wasn't judging me or eyeing me dirty like I expected him to.

But he actually, if my eyes weren't deceiving me...he was winking at me.

My breath caught up in my throat at the realization, I wanted to return something, maybe wave at him?

But before I could even think, daniel appeared in front of me. "Oscar, pass by my room in the hotel tonight, they told me to explain some shit to you or something I don't know." He shrugged jokingly.

I smiled and nodded, because I wasn't even listening to him as my mind was elsewhere.

But when daniel moved out of my way, carlos had disappeared. He wasn't there anymore.

I sighed and turned around to pack my stuff, at least he noticed me after all. It means that I'm not that invisible.

...

"Daniel ricciardo please, that's just his name!" I explained to the receptionist because I was losing it. Apparently daniel didn't use his name in the reservation and didn't give me the room number either, all I know is that it was the fifth floor.