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Juliette giggled, as she ran through the streets of Berlin, her arm crossed around Lando's who joined her laughs, while Daniel, Pierre and Carlos chased them, as if they were parents running after their children.

Lando and Juliette quickly grew tired, and decided to sit on a stoop next to the street, it was around 8PM, and the sidewalks were illuminated by a buzzing, yellow light.

Though there were other people not the streets, the aura was sort of eerie.

daniel, pierre and carlos finally caught up to the two, panting as they glared at the youngsters.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Pierre exclaimed, as a small smile cracked upon Juliette's lips. "Sorry, mate."

Daniel let out a heavy breath. "Please don't make us chase you again."

Carlos nodded. "I agree. I don't know how you guys have the energy to run around Berlin for an hour straight."

"It's because you're a grandpa and don't have any resilience." Lando retorted, sticking his tongue both at the spaniard, who scoffed. "Mate, I'm only 4 years older than you . . ."

"Exactly." Lando grinned, as if he was a child. Juliette muffler her giggles, as Pierre pinched her shoulder, she let out a yelp.

"Why didn't Charles come with us?" Carlos questioned, as Daniel hummed. "I'm pretty sure he went out for drinks with Max and Lewis."

"Can't believe he ditched us." Lando rolled his eyes, his tone drenched with sarcasm.

Pierre watched as Juliette stiffened at the mention of the Monegasque. A ghost of a smirk played his lips. "I bet you're pretty bummed that Charles isn't with us, huh?"

Juliette boldly decided to maintain eye contact with him, her chin up. "Honestly, no. I need a break from his shenanigans." She responded coolly, pursing her lips as Pierre's eyes filled with mischievous intentions.

"And what sort of shenanigans would that be?" He rose a brow, Juliette opened her moth, before closing, her head calculating some sort of response.

"It's probably the pranks." Daniel pointed out, saving her without his intention. "The dude's humour is underrated."

"I'm funnier though." Juliette forced, squinting her eyes at the Aussie, who gulped, Juliette's glares were scary. Daniel nodded. "Definitely, you're the better Ferrari driver."

Lando bumped his shoulder with Juliette's. "How is Ferrari anyway? I bet they're happy with you're rookie season."

Juliette's face fell a little, which didn't go unnoticed by all of them. Carlos's brows rose. "Juli . . . What's up?"

Juliette cleared her throat, shrugging. "Um, I guess I don't really have the same benefits there that Charles does, because he's their ' golden boy ' "

Daniel nodded, a sad smile on his face. "I sorta felt the same back at Redbull. I loved the team, but I didn't feel appreciated there. I wanted something more."

Juliette nodded, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Do you regret moving teams?"

Daniel paused, his eyes vivid as he flipped through multiple thoughts rippled through his mind, as he fumbled a response. "Yes and no, I miss the team, the memories, the wins and the car of course. But it was time for me to move on, I guess."

Juliette nodded.

She understood where the Aussie was coming from. Daniel was an excellent driver, he really deserved a team that wouldn't ruin his potential, or fuck his career up. She hoped that everything was going to go well with his current team - Renault. But you never know with F1, everything could change with one snap of a finger.

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Juliette had just arrived back to her hotel suite, a sigh of exhaustion leaving her lips as she set her bag down on the coffee table, and took her shoes off.

It was Juliette's last night in Berlin, her flight was the next morning at 10am, and Juliette was exhilarated to go back to Monaco, she was finally meeting up with her mother.

And speaking of her mother, Juliette has messaged her multiple times over true past few hours, her concern grew over the thought of what her mother wanted to tell her.

Juliette peeled her clothes off, putting on a set of her pajamas, a pair of shorts and a loose shirt, that matched and were both made out of silk - silk pajamas were the only type of pajamas that truly comforted her as she slept.

She hummed to a song that was heard playing from her phone. She grabbed it before jumping onto her king sized bed.

A small yawn escaped from her lips, as she answered a few messages, liked a few posts, scrolled a little on social media.

About half an hour later, she had dozed off, her eyes fluttered shut as her cheeks stained red naturally.

Soft, inaudible snores left her lips, as she fell deeper, and deeper into her sleep.

"JULIETTE!" A voice was heard from the small living room that was connected to the bedroom.

Due to Juliette only being in a light state of slumber, she was startled awake, jumping a little as the recognized the voice Max Verstappen.

She walked out of the bedroom. "Dude, what the f-"

Her eyes widened at the sight of Max's arm draped under Charles's shoulders.

Charles's body seemed like it was dead weight, he was practically unconscious.

"What the hell happened to him?" Juliette panicked, her face turned pale as she quickly helped Max with carrying Charles to the couch, and laying him there.

The dutchman laughed at her, before responding. "I love the concern, but don't worry, he's just black-out drunk."

"How many drinks has he had?" Juliette questioned, as small, slurred murmurs left Charles's mouth, the two other drivers did not understand him whatsoever.

"I don't know, 7?" Max estimated, as Juliette's eyes widened. "Max, are you serious? Why didn't you tell him to slow down."

"Juli, you know how stubborn Leclerc can be, he wasn't listening to me. He was probably drinking his sorrows away." Max shrugged, Juliette frowned, her brows furrowing. "What sorrows?"

"I don't know." Max shrugged once more. Juliette nodded, pausing a bit, processing Max's words as she gazed over at the Monegasque.

He was an absolute mess.

His hair was all tangled and messed up, his Polo shirt's buttons were opened, his trousers were stained with the colors of drinks that probably spilled that night, the smell of alcohol lingered into Juliette's nose, causing her to cringe.

She paused once more, before glancing at Max. "Wait, how'd you get in here?"

"I saw Pierre in the lobby and he gave me the key to your room, he said Charles would be in good hands with you, which probably is true." Max responded, Juliette grit her teeth.

That sneaky bastard.

"How does he have my keycard?" Juliette questioned further, knowing how to push Max for more answers.

"You know Pierre, he has his ways. I mean, he's called tripod for a reason." Max winked, as Juliette's expression etched into one of disgust. "Ew!I did not need that information!"

"What?! You asked, and I answered." Max chuckled, as Juliette glared at him -
shutting him up, he then continued. "I mean I don't blame him, the receptionist is really pretty." Max's cheeks burned slightly. Juliette sighed. "Whatever, thanks for bringing him to me."

Max smiled politely in return, before handing Juliette the extra keycard. "Night."

"Goodnight." She smiled at the boy, as he left the suite, closing the door behind him.

"What am I gonna do with you now?" Juliette muttered, as she glanced at Charles, who was sprawled all over the couch.

Juliette had some sample pieces of Daniel's merch collection that he was yet to release, which probably fit Charles.

Juliette struggled, as she attempted to pull him to a standing position. A string of slurred protests left his lips, a small groan was heard from him.

"Come on Leclerc, you need to change. I can't have you go to sleep when you smell like shit. At least change your clothes." Juliette spoke softly.

Charles's eyes finally stirred open, a haze of alcohol danced in his eyes, as he stared at her.

He slowly was able to start to support himself a bit more, with the help of Juliette.

She grumbled as she continued to struggle to bring him into her room.

When she eventually did, she passed him a bottle of water, and sat him down on the edge of her bed.

She shuffled through her suitcase, Charles's tired eyes watched her, his balance a bit off as he swayed side to side on the bed, he took small sips of water.

Juliette finally found a black shirt and shorts which had the words ' Enchanté ' on it. She smiled to herself as she remembered the day Daniel made her try about a dozen different designs.

Juliette set the clothes directly beside him, grabbed a few pain killers and put them on the bedside table - for him to use in the morning when he'll eventually get a killer headache.

"If you need anything, I'll be sleeping on the couch." Juliette announced, just as she was about to make her way out of the room.

"Leclerc." Charles spoke out, his words a bit delayed due to him being under the influence. Juliette furrowed her brows. "What?"

"Y-You called me Leclerc." Charles continued. Juliette shrugged. "So? That's your name."

Charles shook his head vigorously, Juliette turned to face him, a brow raised as her jaw tensed.

"You always used to call me Charlie." Charles said, a hint of sadness peaked through his tone. Juliette turned, around a small scoff leaving her lips. "Just change, Leclerc."

"You just said it again!" Charles pointed out. Juliette didn't respond, instead she turned back again, this time, to leave the room.

A hand wrapped around her wrist. "Don't walk away."

Juliette turned, her chest meeting his as her breath hitched, his balance still unstable as he placed her hands on her hips.

His eyes vivid, filled with a mixture of different emtions as he gazed at her.

"Why are you being like this?" He questioned, his voice soft, his words slurred.

"You out of all people should know that. I'm not talking to you about this." Juliette snarled, her jaw clenched. She knew he was heavily intoxicated, but god, the amount of frustration about him that grew inside her for the past month was unbearable.

"Well I am talking to you about this." Charles refused to let the subject go. Juliette pushed him off her slightly. "Just change, Charles. I am so fucking done with you."

Juliette left the room, her breaths heavy due to the amount of infuriation that fumed through her.

Charles let out a sad sigh, watching as she closed the door. He paused, collecting his drunken thoughts, before he stumbled back to the bed, and sat on it.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek, as he mumbled a few slurred comments to himself.

Juliette was starting to absolutely despise him, she couldn't stand him anymore.

Charles Leclerc was absolutely unbearable to Juliette Bianchi.

And that was a big statement to say.