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Post Hungary GP
Race day is finally over and all 22 drivers and their teams have the next two weeks off.
Oscar is now free of any media duties he had and if he was being honest he didn’t want to do anymore media.
All he got asked was about his dnf with Carlos he couldn’t take anymore talk about this grandprix. Oscar was so certain he was going to get a podium but as fate has it and Carlos’s apparent blindness that was gone in less than a minute.
He was so frustrated and tired of it all. The season has not been going the way he anticipated and with each race he is slowly becoming less and less confident he will ever win a WDC.
Any F1 driver’s dream is to win a WDC title and last year Oscar was so keen he might. He was leading the championship for 15 races straight then Lando snatched it from him.
He can not resent Lando for it after all he was happy his teammate won his first WDC but that sting he felt still lingers around and it may never go away.
Oscar was snapped out of thought when his phone vibrated in his pocket as he was packing his bag to leave the paddock.
Mom💗
You did a good job today.
There was no stopping what happened, you just have to keep pushing.
Don’t forget I love you and you can call me anytime.
Yeah mom don’t worry. I know. I’ll call you tomorrow. I am a bit tired now.
That’s okay hun, call tomorrow.
Oscar put his phone back into his pocket as he walked out of McLarens Motorhome, his bag hanging off one shoulder as he nodded at the few people left around the paddock.
He had his head leaning against the cool glass of the car window as he saw his hotel come closer into view. He thanked the driver and carried himself to his room on the 4th floor.
Once inside his room he couldn’t help but just flop into the bed. He didn't bother switching on the lights when he entered. There was a tad bit of light bleeding into the room from the streetlights outside.
Oscar had no energy to bother closing the blinds properly. He was still in his team kit as he lazily toed off his shoes while lying on the bed.
He shuts his eyes for what he says in just a second. His phone that was still in his pocket vibrates 15 minutes later, waking him up slightly.
As he slowly recalls where he is, he takes his phone from his pocket, and looks at the lit screen that had a message preview from lando. If Oscar was being honest he thought Lando would be out celebrating his win but clearly not .
Lando🧡
Hey I know 2day didn’t go how you wanted… want to come over?
Sure. Give me 30 minutes and I'll be there.
Fun we can get some room service or something.
What was Oscar going to do. Stay in his room replaying the race over and over again sulking or perhaps go and let Lando attempt to lift his mood with some shitt jokes and room service.
Oscar took a shower, scrubbing the day off him hoping tonight can help him forget, changed into simple black joggers and a simple OP81 hoodie. Oscar sprayed some cologne on him and shoved his shoes on.
Luckily McLaren took them rooms relatively near each other. He went a few steps past a couple other rooms and lightly knocked on Lando's closed door.
Lando opened the door and stepped aside to let Oscar space to walk into.
“Jeez you look tired mate.” Lando stated as he shut the door behind him and walked deeper into his room.
”Yeah a dnf can do that to you.” He huffed a small laugh. The irony that should’ve been him on the podium but now it was done.
”Mhm,” Lando let out before continuing talking “I was talking with Carlos earlier. He genuinely feels bad and swears up and down he didn't see you.” Lando sighed a tad after sharing that. He knew Carlos well and he was a good driver, he probably didn't see him.
”Yeah yeah whatever doesn’t matter now right.” Oscar huffed out sounding a mix of tired and very annoyed at the same time.
The topic of conversation moved along as lando sat back leaning against the headboard and Oscar sat opposite him, food taking a place in the middle of them as they ate.
Lando's phone buzzed endlessly as he ate. He put his fork down and picked up his phone to check what was wrong.
Carlos🌶️
Someone said you didn’t go partying for your win?!
did you decide to give your pr management a break??
actually a good thing knowing you and how you will spend summer break they will need a small break for summer.
Woah I am totally classy when it comes to break if i do say so myself.
I don't think I will be going crazy this summer break… maybe tone it down a tad.
Lando was visibly grinning at his phone as he typed. Oscar noticed and wished it didn't bother him so much. He couldn’t help but wonder why Lando invited him if he was going to spend his time grinning at his phone.
Lando finally stopped typing and noticed Oscar’s look on his face. He looked annoyed and very tired.
”Sorry osc Carlos texted me.” Lando let out, still giggling a bit.
”Yeah whatever, it's fine.” Oscar said, voice dripping in annoyance.
Just hearing Carlos’ name was annoying him. They never really got on but he was civil for Lando's sake because they were friends but after today he was done and so pissed.
”You sound annoyed, mate. You okay?’ Lando asked carefully.
”I am peachy Lando just fucking peachy” Oscar replied with an obvious sarcastic tone, he was so annoyed at this point.
Oscar saw the look on Lando’s face and thought to himself why did he fucking say that. That was so rude for no reason.
Lando looked down at his food before replying with a matched tone of sarcasm.
”Right sorry no need to be a dick about it. Carlos is a good driver I am sure he didn't mean to cause you to get a dnf.” Lando was getting pissed at Oscar's attitude.
Lando understood what the end meant to Oscar after the gruesome loss of last season and this season driving in the shit box they were given. It didn’t explain why Oscar was being rude to him. He didn’t cause the dnf now.
”Yeah mate you say that because hes your mate but I mean just watch any replay you can fucking see the amount of blue flags. It’s a piss take, this entire fucking season has been so sucky and it gets fucking worse.” Oscar let out with a frustrated sigh.
”I understand the same for me too but now it's done now you can't let it get to you.” Lando tried but Oscar wasn't having it.
”Well easy for you to say you got podium, I fucking lost it because apparently Carlos needs to get his eyes checked.” Oscar hissed back the annoyance in his tone was unmissable
Oscar didn’t mean to sound so aggravated it just came out like that. He has a right to be annoyed about what happened he asked himself.
He thought maybe this was a bad idea and he should’ve stayed in his hotel room.
”I am not Carlos’ spokesperson, go fucking talk to him yourself mate.” Lando said feeling no remorse.
”I didn't fucking say you wer-“ Oscar cut himself off as he sighed heavily “Fuck just forget. I think I should leave, clearly you would rather spend time with him.” Oscar finished wishing he hadn’t said that. He regretted it in an instant.
He should’ve just stopped there why did he have to keep pushing.
Lando only wanted to be nice. He could’ve been anywhere celebrating his win but he chose to invite Oscar and Oscar was being a dick about the race still.
”You know what Oscar go fuck yourself. If I wanted to fucking spend time with him I would’ve but you know what I think you should leave.” Lando hissed, standing up and opening the door.
”Gladly mate.” Oscar's voice faded down the hall, as he heard the door shut, with some force, behind him.
Oscar walked into his room, toed off his shoes, anger still lingering around him like a stain that won’t disappear no matter how hard to try to fix it and threw himself onto the bed. What the fuck did he just do.