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Everything bad has to happen to Charles, no wins, no 100k comments or likes on his stuff, he’s not as loved, he’s not the one stormed in circuits... everything is unfair! Max just has to be the world famous little for being... a famous driver. If you rank world famous littles, Max is above Ayrton Senna. There is a really big drift between 2 million fans and one million fans anyways. Charles... Charles has 70k fans, even Lando, the one who always breaks his arms and legs, is more famous. Having 100k+ fans. “Charlie can’t believe this.” He throws a ball against the ceiling and catches it. “Can you believe it?” He asks Max. “Me? I unno. I just livin’.” Max responds, sitting against the bed. “You’re more famoose than the most famoose driver evah!” Charles exclaims, Max raises an eyebrow. “Rrreally? I didn’ know that.”
“Liar.” Charles says, throwing the ball against the wall, making it bounce to the walk in closet. Max feels the shift of the mood. “What do you mean, Charlie, I REALLY didn’ know.” Max gestures to himself. “Occourse you do!” Charles snaps. “It sounds like you do.” The Dutchman is confused, he really didn’t know he was world famous, well maybe he knew he was famous, but he didn’t know he was world famous. “You said to Charlie that you didn’t wanna be famous when we were in the circuit in your land.” Charles argues. “I said that cause I know I is famous, I didn’ know I world famous!” Max argues back. Meanwhile with Jenson, he hears them arguing, he tilts his head a little. “They’re probably arguing about cars again.” He tells himself.
Back with them, Max balls up his fist to strike Charles, they rarely fight and maybe Max will regret his actions later. “I.. I said stop!” Max punches Charles in his side eventually. There is loud silence before Charles lunges at Max with a war cry of some sort and they get into an actual fight. “Charles Leclerc and Max Emilian Verstappen!” Jenson yells, Max and Charles freeze, Charles has some of Max’s hair clutched in his hand and Max was about to punch Charles in the stomach. “What in the world are you two doing? Is this how best friends act with each other?” Max and Charles look at each other with regret. “N-no.” Charles says. “Nuh uh.” Max says too. “Get off each other, now!” Jenson yells, they both get off each other, looking shameful.
“Tell me what happened, stat.” Jenson crosses his arms. “Ch-Charlie got angry.” Both littles say. “And why?” Jenson asks. “Me, because of me, Maxie.” Max sniffles. “Why did you get angry because of Max, Charles.” Charles sniffles too. “Is not fair, Maxie is so loved and- and not me.” Charles explains, Max makes a shocked face. “That doesn’t.. that doesn’t make you able to attack him. I hate to say this, but I’m disappointed in you, Charles.” Charles goes silent and Max feels bad. “Maxie, do you want me to call Daniel?” Max nods, holding his arm, Charles hit Max’s arm out of defense anger. “Okay, it’s going to be okay. I promise you.” Jenson leaves the room and Max feels himself start middling.
He looks at Charles carefully and then away. He knows Charles punched his arm out of defense but it reaaalllyy hurt. “Charlie.” He says. “Charlie gonna get yelled at, Maxie. Please help...” Max frowns, he wants to hug Charles but what if he punches the air out of fear? “Is gonna be okay.” Max says quietly, he can’t do much. “Don’t cry. I take the blame.” Charles shakes his head. “Please no, Maxie.” He sniffles. “No more owies for you.” Oh. Oh. Charles thinks he’s going be hurt. Later, Max leaves with Daniel. “Am I gonna see Charlie again?” Max asks Daniel, Daniel nods. “Yes you are, but, can I ask what even happened?” Max looks away. “Fight.”
With Charles, he’s regretting everything as usual, Charles is a very broken little, so, he is bound to be a sensitive boy. Everything goes wrong for Charles, he walked away from Max without saying bye once, ran away from him selfishly, made him cry (he didn’t) and many other things. “Charlie’s really sorry.” He whispers to nothing, holding his ferrari blanket to his face. “Charles?” Jenson looks into Charles’s room. “Charles...” Jenson goes up to him. “What’s going on, baby?” He strokes Charles’s back. The little doesn’t respond, he holds a hand out and Jenson picks him up. “I’m sorry for yelling.” Jenson says quietly. “I’m not disappointed anymore. I promise.”