Carlos/charles - Tumblr Posts

Am I really spending my free period to finally write down every idea my beautiful @jeezlo and I created while listening to music and sitting alone in a small cafeteria of my school? Yes, a plain yes.

Looking at the baby in front of them, the two McLaren pilots are speechless. "So, this is Max? Like, our friend Max Verstappen?"

The younger pilot gently picks up the baby and, unsure how to hold it, pulls it closer to his chest. "I think so? I mean, there are scars on the baby's arms, and I don't think it could have done it by itself, could it?"

On the other side of the paddock, a young teen looks around the track, confusion and fear mingling together. "Hey, kiddo!" two people run up to him, fiery red suits on and both also red in their faces.

"I don't want any trouble, I swear!" the teen covers his face and both men immediately stop in their tracks - the black ink decorating the teen's skin is too similar to a certain champion.

"Hey, we're here kid. Come with us, it's too cold here anyways."