A/n: I love writing about the friendships between the drivers so that's probably what most of these are gonna be unless someone requests something. 😂 So here's some loscar, cause they are literally the cutest!

Also do you guys want me to put the name of the two driver in the title, ex. Carlando, lestappen. Or do you prefer to have just the name of the main driver?

Oscar pov:

I was tired, just plain tired. For a couple weeks now I had struggling to sleep, often times not sleeping at all, or if I did manage to sleep for a few hours, my sleep was filled was horrible nightmares.

I've had pretty bad anxiety since I was a kid, I guess I didn't choose a very good career path. I tend to over think everything, and this year I've felt like there have been opportunities to be on the podium that I've failed to capitalize on, or just plain bad luck. Either way there is no one who is a harsher critic of me then myself. Every mistake I make I play over and over again in my head, beating myself up mentally for it.

During the day I'm so busy with media, training, being on the simulator, and other stuff that I don't have time to think about it but at night there's nothing to to distract me, it's just me and my thoughts. I can't, no matter how hard I try, turn my brain off, it just runs in circles, leaving me exhausted in the morning.

After a particularly rough night, I leave my hotel room and head to the track. I run into Lando on the way into the paddock and we walk together to mclaren's hospitality.

I shut up for the race, and go over some last minute things with my crew before heading out to the starting grid.

Logan pov:

I searched the drivers looking for a familiar koala like face. The national anthem is about to start. I smile when I spot my favourite Aussie but the smile fades when I notice how awful he looks. Oscar has bags under his eyes, and had a hollow look to his face, he looks sick. He finally glanced my way and I give him a questioning look. He gives me a small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, giving me zero reassurance. I focus back on the race and try and get my mind into racing mode, knowing there was nothing I could do till after the race.

The race went by quickly, I finished 18th but at least I finished and wasn't dead last, it's an improvement. I tried to find Oscar after the race but I was pulled off by my PR person to do post race press conferences, and a ton of interviews.

Sometimes, actually almost all the time I question why the people who finish in the back every race still have to do media. Like isn't it bad enough that we can't even compete for a mid pack position?

Oscar pov:

I dragged my self through my media obligations. I finished p4, just short of a podium again. I was beyond exhausted, I struggled to even undo the restraints and get out of the car. My body felt like it was starting to shut down. Only one more interview to do, I tell myself over and over again.

My responses in the press conference and other interviews where short, some of them I don't even know if they made sense. I was too tired to care tho.

When I was finally allowed to go back to the hotel, I immediately went to my room and collapsed on my bed. After laying there for a minute or two I slowly dragged myself up and changed into comfier clothes. I walked back to the bed and put my phone on the bedside table I plugged it in and noticed a text from Logan.

Hey Oscar, good job today! I noticed you looked a little tired today, just wondering if your okay? Please feel free to come to me with any problem or anything like that, I'm always going to be here for you.

I smiled at the text, Logan was truly one of the best friends to ever exist.

Yeah just tired, haven't been sleeping great. Thanks, your truly the best.

I put my phone down and crawled into bed, after lying awake for an hour or two I fell into a restless sleep.

My car wiggled dangerously on the wet track. I knew I shouldn't be out here, it was too wet. As I went into a tight corner, I lost the rear end of the car and my car slid into another car taking it with me as I flew towards a barrier. Timed moved in slow motion as the barrier slowly got closer I braved my self for impact. I slammed into the wall and the air was knocked out of me. My vision went a bit blurry. It slowly cleared and I was able to breath again. I quickly realized my legs were pinned, I was stuck. I focused on the car that wrecked with me, a Williams, an all to familiar Williams, I took my best friend out.

I could barley see him, just the top of his helmet. Was he stuck like me? At the thought of me being stuck, I try again to get out, but I can't. My breathing starts to quicken as I realize the safety team should be here already. I look to the side and see another car coming around the corner, they, like me, loose the rear end and slide of the track directly at me, all I can do is watch as it comes directly at me.

I shoot bolt upright in bed, I'm shaking and sweating like crazy and my breathes come in gasps. I pull the blankets to my chest as I try not to think about my nightmare.

I suddenly didn't want to be alone, I had spent so many nights alone, I couldn't bare another one and I do not want to even try to go back to sleep, but I was so tired. I grabbed my phone and called the first person that came to mind. The phone rang three times before he picked up.

Oscar? What's wrong?

The sound of Logan's voice made me loose it, tears slide down my face.

Oscar?

I let out a sob, my chest was tightening and I wanted my misery to end.

What's wrong? Where are you? Are you hurt?

I'm in my hotel room.

I finally manage to get my voice to work.

What number? I'm coming just give me 5 minutes.

I tell him the number before he hangs up, i burrow under some blankets and cry as I wait.

Four minutes later there's a knock on the door. I jump out of bed and race to the door. I fling it open and throw my self at Logan. He catches me and hugs me close as I cry onto his shoulder. He slowly manoeuvres us into the room and shuts the door. I stop crying and just cling to him like a koala.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks softly, I shake my head.
"Im just so exhausted." I murmur,
"I can tell." Logan says softly, he unwraps himself from me and guides me to the bed.
He lays down on the bed and pats the spot next to him. I crawl in next to him and he wraps his arms around me, "I've got you, just relax and try to sleep." He whispers. He wipes the tears still on my face and I feel myself starting to fall asleep.  That night I slept the best I've slept in months.

A/n:

Please request! I have some ideas and will continue to do my ideas but requests are so helpful.