MotoGP One Shots/Imagines (Requests Open)

Dedicated to GladerMarquez93
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"Christie, look at Marc." Alberto chuckled as he pointed out at Marc.

Christie looked outside the window and found him riding a small bike around the school ground but she was disinterested.

Everyone bullied Marc at school because he was obsessed with bikes and MotoGP. They laughed at him, criticised him and told him that he could never ever become a MotoGP rider. However, Christie never wished him those ill remarks. She always thought that he could achieve his dream one day.

"I'm gonna go bully him." Alberto got up and left the classroom before Christie could react or stop him.

She worriedly got up and followed Alberto, trying to persuade him to leave that poor boy but he wouldn't listen.

"Hey Marc!" Alberto shouted. "Nice bike! Will you ride it when you become an old man?"

Marc stood up from his bike and stared at Alberto furiously, though he feared that he would bully him.

"Answer me." He stomped towards Marc with his fists clenched.

When he received no answer from Marc, Alberto punched him right into his face.

"Alberto! Leave him!" Christie begged. "You fat bully, leave him! He hasn't done you any harm!"

But he kept punching him until Christie tried to pull him away.

Marc fell unconscious and Alberto stared him while Christie bent down and tried to shake him.

"Marc, wake up! Can you hear me?" She cried.

"Christie-" He groaned painfully. "I can't-"

"Let's leave before any teacher finds us." Alberto caught her and dragged her along with him.

She stared at Marc, who lied there helplessly and wished she could do something to help him.

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Ten years had passed and Christie could never forget that incident. She was all grown up now. She was 21 years old, working as a model now and her life was made up of nothing but boredom. Usually, she pondered over her past and wondered about Marc who she had never seen again.

She was sitting and doing her makeup until the door was knocked.

"Come in." She answered and in came her maid with a bouquet of red flowers.

"This is for you Ma'am." She smiled and placed the bouquet on the table. She left the room without telling her who it was from.

Christie started searching the bouquet for an envelope or a small letter but there was none. However, she found a small card on which it was written 'From a MotoGP rider' and instantly she thought about Marc.

She stood up, turned on her TV and changed to a sports channel on which, fortunately, MotoGP was live. She watched it for awhile and her judgement was correct.

Marc actually had become a MotoGP rider and he had never looked so handsome. But why would he send her flowers? This question bothered her, thus she decided to attend the next race and meet Marc.

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She went to the next race, which was the next day. There were many fans waiting to meet Marc and most of them recognised Christie. After all, she was a very famous model.

A marshal approached Christie and whispered, "Marc wants to see you. Follow me."

This surprised her and she followed him. He took her to Marc's garage where she found him sitting in the corner, reading a book with a smile on his face.

"I got her." The marshall smiled and left the garage.

Marc looked up at her and his wide eyes glittered with excitement. His face turned bright red and he stood up from his chair.

"Christie." Marc gently said her name. "It's so good to see you. I knew you'd come."

She walked towards him and grabbed his hand. "I'm really happy to see you Marc. The last time we saw each other was ten years ago and that day was horrible."

"Yes." He looked down and sighed. "So you figured it out that I was the one who sent you the flowers."

She chuckled softly and nodded her head. "But why did you?"

"Well, as a child I had always adored you since you were the only one who never bullied me or harassed me. However, I never saw you again because my parents changed my school. I missed you and I took a vow that I would never date any girl except for you. When I grew up, I tried finding you and it was just a few days ago when I got to know your address. Those flowers were a token of thanks since you tried saving me from Alberto." Marc explained.

Christie was touched and she could feel her eyes become watery. "You were such an ambitious kid. I could never hate you. I always liked you Marc. I loved your enthusiasm and your confidence and now here you are, living your dream."

"Yes but," he sighed heavily, "my dream wouldn't be complete without you. Do I have your permission to become your boyfriend?"

"Permission? Why ask for permission when I'm already considering you my boyfriend? You were an example for me as a child. You will be an example for me forever and that is why I love you." She stroked his cheek and tilted her head slightly.

Marc pulled her closer and pressed his lips against hers. It was a gentle kiss which lasted for only a minute but it was enough to show Marc's feelings for Christie.

He pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers. "Now this is a dream come true."

"It truly is." She grinned.