Kamooo

So uh, I finished the first chapter. Pls be remined that this is my first ever fic!! But here it is!

George hated Max. He hated how he looked, how he talked, how he was so calm about everything. He hated Max. Yet George wanted Max. He wanted Max to look at him and apologize. He wanted Max to cry. He needed Max. 

George was in his room, the only light from the laptop in his lap. Monaco sucked. P3 down to p12. Even Max’s DNF didn't make him feel better. George scoffed as he scrolled down and down on twitter

‘Kimi, Max, kimi, kimi, Max- Why the fuck does Max keep coming up? He didnt even finish, I finished!’ George huffed to himself, about to close the tab when sometime caught his eye.

Want your enemy to obey? Want your crush to love you? Want that promotion? Click here! We..

George knew better to click on links like that, but hey. Why not? George clicked on the link that led him to Etsy. Only 10 pounds to ‘change your life.’ If it was fake, it was only 10 pounds. George sighed before putting the needed information.

Name: Max Verstappen

Age: 28

What do you want? I want him to obey me.

George clicked submit then the pay button before closing his laptop to go to sleep.

A couple of days later, George arrived at the Circuit de Barcelona paddock. It was normal to say the least, the thought of the Etsy was in the back of his mind. George sighed as he sat on the couch in the media center. George rolled his eyes once Max sat next to him.

“I know this is a foreign request, but could you for once just move.” George muttered softly enough that only Max could hear him. And to George’s surprise..Max listened. He shifted away with an almost confused expression.