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landonorris hot weekend but i’m chill

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↳ landonorris she did actually block me on everything lol

↳ ynbackup surprise shawty!

ynbackup TW next time please i feel sick now. also you’re such a whore it’s disgusting

↳ landonorris only for you babe

↳ landonorris come home the kids miss you

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↳ landonorris i’m swooning

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🎵manchild- sabrina carpenter

yourusername why so sexy if so dumb????? FML just let an innocent woman be 🧘‍♀️

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landolover4 okay but. if yn doesn’t want lando anymore can i have him? his stories recently have made me sooooo damn down bad

↳ ln4fan he saw ‘tears’ on her playlist and treated it like a to-do list. even the ikea chair 😭😭

landoxyn4lyfe i think it’s working tho. she hasn’t posted anything aimed at him for a while.. i have faith

oscarmidastri isn’t this their like. third breakup ?

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🎵we almost broke up again- sabrina carpenter

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yourusername FUCKASS MANNNNN BROO OH MY GOD😭😭😭😭 I GET IT YOURE BUSY BUT MAKE TIME FOR ME!!!! SOMEONE WAKE ME UP FROM THIS NIGHTAMRE FUCKED UP ROMANTIC DARK COMEDY BRO. also he’s blocked again guys lmaoaoa this is it FOR REAL

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🎵goodbye- sabrina carpenter

yourusername you’re not bilingual but FUCK U TA TA!!!! also charlesleclerc hmu u were always my fav

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defonotlando oh no. did he fumble again

↳ yourusername i hope you GET FUCKING AGORAPHOBIA SONE DAY. VERY SOON. and then you can just stay at home and invite max over and watch life through the window bitch

↳ maxfewtrell why am i catching strays AGAIN

oscarpiastri what happened to oscar goatastri

↳ yourusername charles can still mathematically win the wdc. i BELIEVE in il predestinato.🕯️

charlesleclerc i am not getting involved in this but you are welcome in the ferrari garage

↳ yourusername you LEGEND

defonotlando so. i understand that you will not reply to my dms but i will tweet you from my fridge if you don’t reply soon.

thankyounext327 that’s the bare mininum?

| INSTAGRAM POST - JUN 8th.

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charles_leclerc a beautiful day we'll forever remember 🤍

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user01 imagine charles leclerc as one of your groomsmen, this is so awesome

user02 brothers are glowing ❤️✨

user03 congratulations from the bottom of my heart

user04 FINE SHYTS

user05 no leo no like

user06 the only thing missing is for charles to marry me hahaha😍

user07 next with alexandra

| user05 alexandra as in his ex

| user06 better with y/n

user08 him wearing alexandra's hat

user09 where is y/n?

| user10 she has a life

| user04 why isn't she at the wedding?

| user01 why he is with his ex at his brother's wedding?

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Distance. It all starts with it. Ends with it. You should have seen it coming. Fuck. It was right there in front of your eyes but you ignored it.

You decided that it wasn't worth it. You decided that you shouldn't have even brought it up. You decided that it was for the best. It was. It should have been.

But she was there. He knew it. You knew it. Even she knew it. Why was she here? After everything? After everything that happened between the two of them.

It was supposed to be simple. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be easy. It wasn't supposed to end like this. Neither it was to start.

His hands find yours, just as they interwine together once more this today, while his left hand lays gently on your back. As you two dance tenderly on the dance floor, you couldn't help but feel it. Feel that there was something more to be talked about. Feeling that this couldn't be left like this.

Until he spoke up, his head leaning against yours as he said. "So are you gonna tell me what this is about?" Biting. Waiting eagerly for an answer, he hoped would be different this time.

Two could play this game. If he wanted to act like his ex wasn't just right here. At one of his brother's wedding. Currently speaking with one of his friends. While the two of you were just five feet away. "Maybe you should tell me about it?

"Well, what's that supposed to mean?" He knew it. You knew it. And it wasn't only about Alexandra. She wasn't here because of her close relationship with the Leclerc. She was here because you were here. She was here because she wanted something.

"Alexandra told me some things about the two of you." You two have talked some time ago, but nothing much. But today you two weren't supposed to be meeting, but it was unexpected to say the least.

To say that he didn't expect to hear this answer, would be a lie in itself. To know that his current girlfriend and his ex have been in contact wasn't scary for himself, would again be another lie. "Look, Y/N, I know that you're worried about my past with Alexandra but you have to understand the circumstances this time, you know?"

Understand the circumstances.

Understand the circumstances.

Understand the circumstances.

The Monegasque continues on the same tone as before, the same convincing tone he had moments ago. Just in order to make you understand the circumstances he was in, when he was with his ex girlfriend. "I mean, God, she was sad and she thought that she was gonna die."

He takes a deep breath before he continues on the same distressed now tone as he explains himself to you once again. "I mean, the kiss, it meant nothing."

A kiss. The kiss. It meant nothing? No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. Not after what have the two of you have been through since the release of your single, Manchild. "What kiss?" Your hands fall on your sides, just as you heard the word "kiss" come out of his mouth. "Did you kiss her again?"

He kissed her. He kissed her. Not need more information about how that has even begin to happen in the first place. You knew it was enough. Enough to make you hate him. God. Sometimes you wish you could. You wish you could hate him.

Silence, that was your answer. The paintful silence. The realization that he kissed her. He kissed her even after everything that has been between the two of you.

Your hand fall of his hold as well as his from yours. Looking around just for a moment longer than you hoped, not daring to meet his eyes this time. You see the wardrobe room being open and don't take a moment to catch you breath. You had to be away from him.

Away from him.

He follows you, without thinking twice if that's what you wanted. If that's what you need now. To hear him even try to find meaning in his actions. "Look, Y/N, I need you to listen to me."

Listen to him. Listen to one of his lies once again. He takes a step closer to you, as you search franatically for your purse. Just ro be able to get a moment for yourself. "Okay, I understand that you didn't know about the kiss, and i'm sorry for springing it on you, I didn't meant what I said."

Like the last time. Like the other time when he didn't mean anything he said. Like last time he had to apologize for one of his mistakes. Again. He makes sure that you could sense his desperation of you wanting to believe and understand his point of the view of the situation. "I didn't mean anything."

"A kiss always means something." Biting. Mean. Just like him telling you it didn't mean anything. It always does. It has always been like this. A kiss means everything. A kiss means nothing. But it always means something.

Having been caught off guard, not expecting this kind of answer. Not that he didn't expect it. He was surprised to say the least. His green eyes looking into yours, as he was closer to you than before. "Okay, well, maybe you're right but it wasn't a romantic monent. And you would know that if.." He lets the words hang in the air just a moment longer.

Raising your voice, not long after he finishes the sentence daring to accuse you of understanding better the situation if you were present there. The audacity. "If what, I was there?" Taking a deep breath you continue on the same tone, not daring to back down even for a second. "As you have so sweetly pointed out at the party, the party i threw for you, I wasn't there, was I?"

Defeated. He tries once again to make justice for himself while keeping eye contact. Wanting you ro remember that he was there even in moments like these. "It is impossinle for you to forgive me?" Before you could even answer, he adds. "I forgave you."

Way to dig your grave, Charles. Way to dig your own grave. He forgave you? He was the one that forgave you? "For what?" You answer confused, not wanting to accuse him of something more. Not until you understood his point of you.

His eyes slowly drifted to the floor and then back to you as he whispering softly, just like a secret that only the two of you knew. "For kissing Lando."

Son of a bitch. Son of a fucking bitch. You kissed Lando. Correct. But he forgave you. Taking another deep breath like him, you don't let yourself cry in front of him, not used to having to explain yourself like this or rather reiterate the situation. "And you know what, Charles? I lover you for that. You had such grace in that moment that I fell in love with you all ove again. I can't believe that you would use it now as a bargaining chip."

Shaking his head he could sense your way of twisting the words to fit your narrative. All you were doing was trying to understand him, in your best way. "No, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not."

He comes closer to you before you could push away and move past him. "I need you to trust me and believe me when I tell you my heart is with you. But a part of me feels like ever since we got back together, you've just been waiting, waiting to push me away."

Push him away. God you were trying your best. Your best. Not his best. "Oh great. You kiss Alexandra and I'm pushing you away!"

His hands take yours as he interwines your fingers together before he says. Whispery, yet on a soft tone, confessing his true feelings once again this evening. "I love you, Y/N. I don't know how else to say it."

And there it is. What have you wanted to hear ever since the two of you got back together. That he loved you. The real you. Not the popstar you. Not the famous you. Just you.

"How about how you show it? I'm not pushing you away, Charles. I am holding on for dear life." You've been trying to understand him for months on end now. Trying to make sense of this mess you find yourself once again. Because of him. "But i need you to need me back." You say touching his chest slightly knowing that his heart wasn't yours anymore. It wasn't for you to keep.

"Okay, why wouldn't you tell me about the kiss? And why won't you let me all the way in?" You wanted the little Charlie that wanted nothing more than to make his father happy. You wanted the Charles from the podium last year at his home podium. You don't want the Charles from ads. You want the Charlie that everyone seemed to have falled in love with.

Knowing that it was the time to give your toasts you take the time to move past him in order to be afle to get to the door. "We have to go and give our toasts now, about love." About love. About fucking love. The one keeping you apart.

"Please don't be mad, Y/N." You weren't mad. You couldn't be mad. It was about time that you two would have broken up anyways. It was just a matter of time.

Shaking your head slightly you reassure him that it wasn't the case. You were dissapointed. In yourself. In him. You couldn't tell now. Whispering softly you say. "I'm not mad, Charles. I'm not mad."

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yourusername My new album, "Man's Best Friend" 🐾 is out on November 9, 2025.

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itsnicolewallance she is in fact a busy woman

itsnicolewallance WHAT

user01 this is so dehumanizing to women

user02 there's no justification for this image :/

user03 this is what we teaching young girl

user04 gurl...what the hell🥀🥀

user05 this hella degrading

user06 embarassing

user07 poor thing probably thinks she's empowered doing this

user08 women ☕️

user09 i love this album!!

| user04 YOU SHOULDN'T

user10 ma'am. i had visions that you're a great artist

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"Don't you think it's too much, amour?" He says against your skin, while his hands wrap around your waist, as the two of you layed down on the bed. Looking at the now post on you Instagram account.

"Too much?" Confused, your eyes meet his hoping that he won't be giving you such vague answers at this time of the day. Too much as in too many versions for an album that's not halfway done. Too much as in you put too much effort in your album cover. Too much as in people won't be able to understand it. Too much as if you weren't spoonfeeding them the idea of the album.

"Yeah." He says without having to explain himself to you at this time of the discussion. "Don't you think it's degrading for women?" And there is was. The doubt that you might have not executed your idea correctly in the first place. The doubt that people might not understand it to begin with.

Letting the phone fall of your hands, as you could now focus on him while his hands still layed around your waist. Degrading for women? Certainly you didn't have that in mind at the time of the photoshoot. Nor did it cross your mind. Maybe you should have. "You think i'm degrading the women?"

"I didn't say that, amour." But you thought about it? Or you did just say it. His eyes meet yours as soon as you let go of the phone, taking his hands into yours giving them a light squeeze. "You're showing your idea through this process and I think that's the most important thing."

Smiling softly as soon as you hear him say that. He gets it. He understands it. He understands what you're trying to portray here. "But you get it, right? What I'm trying out with this album?" You hoped that he would understand it better than some of your fans. He was your boyfriend after all, and he's seen almost half of the process. You weren't degredating women, nor setting them back. You weren't dehumanizing them.

"Yeah." He nods, a bit unsure if he actually did grasp the concept you decided to approach in the first place. It was unusual or rather different than what he had seen women in pop do. Being an artist himself you thought he would at least try to see your vision. The concept you were going for.

"Then why am I suddenly dehumanizing women?" You ask sighting, hoping that there will be at least an explanation for this sudden outbreak of hate comments on your Instagram feed. You got hate when you started dating him. This wasn't anything new. This was just the beginning of your album journey.

"Because you're on your knees and a man is holding your hair." He says almost on a defeated tone just like the one from the wedding. As if he didn't just blur out this sentence while you were worried about the concept of your album. He shouldn't have said it.

"He is playing with my hair." You softly whisper knowing that this was the message you were trying to convey as you then continue on the same tone. "I'm laying down on my knees and the back of the album is a dog with a collar, because he is man's best friend. Hence the album being called that because of the way i have been treated by other men." This time it should have been understood that all you wanted was to be remembered for the art of this album. And he wasn't having of that.

"Amour." He says gently while placing his hand over yours, hoping that you would clearly see his point of view this time around. "If you wanted to convey that you should have just had made a more descriptive cover." A more descriptive cover? You needed another cover just because it wasn't clear enough. Art is never supposed to be clear as day. Art is supposed to be accepted as it is.

Maybe he was right. Maybe you tried too hard. Maybe your art was just too hard to understand. It was for the best to just ask him to help you change it so you could settle for something vintage. "You're right. I should have been more forward with the album cover. And I think it's for the best if you change it." Before you're able to continue an idea strikes you and you say confidently. "Maybe we could do a photoshoot. What do you think?"

His eyes look into yours as soon as he hears you say that. He was thinking about that too. You could see it from the way they were now glistening. The Monegasque wanted to be a part of your art, even if he was the one that suggested it and not yourself.

"I'll take care of that, amour." Getting up from the comfortable bed to make the call himself, ignoring the unexpected hour that he might have to deal with. It was his team after all. Not his team per se, but no one couls deny that he was the golden boy of it. And if his girlfriend needed help with something he won't make the mistake or rejecting it. He may have done it in the past, but not now. Not when she needed him the most.

A soft kiss on your forehead meets your reality as soon as you realize that you're making an alternative cover. Your first alternative cover in years. Your first alternative cover for an album you are producing yourself. "Will you think they'll like it more this time around?" You say reffering to your fans that have not seen as supportive as before. You hoped that maybe if he wad there with you it would all be better.

"Of course, they'll like it. I'm on the cover." He says leaning against the door frame, while the phone on his hands lights up, signaling a new message. You couldn't tell who it was from. Neither you wanted to ask him about it in the first place.

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yourusername i signed some copies of Man's Best Friend for you guys & here is a new alternative cover approved by God

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user01 plssss you're so funny

user02 approved by god 😭🤣👏

mtv queen

user03 going to buy

user04 he looks like tom holland right?

| user06 that's literally charles

| user09 it's her boyfriend charles

user05 y/h this has to be the cover for your deluxe!!!

user06 please sign more. i'm beggining 😭

user07 i love this one so i bought it

user08 the best one

user09 THIS IS SO FUCKING GREAT

user10 omg she is magical

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| INSTAGRAM POST - JUN 29th.

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charles_leclerc another podiummmm :) happy with the weekend. little by little, we're getting there 😘

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user01 forza charles

user02 fourth podium this season, congratulations!!

user03 this felt like a win ❤️ so proud of youuu

user04 well done champ

user05 he is the smooth operator

user06 release new tracks on spotify pls

user07 banana leclerc

user08 not alexandra liking the photo

| user05 and then also y/n

user09 my man is playing two at the same time

| user10 he won't ever do that

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You hated being away from him, ever since finding out about the kiss. The kiss with Alexandra. The kiss with your best friend. The same girl you thought was gonna be by your side. The same girl that you thought was gonna be your friend. The same girl that told you months ago that she has no interest in Charles.

Jack Antanoff, your producer, had sent you this voice message where you would find a soft rock and sophisti-pop song, mixed with elements of funk and R&B, just how the two of you planned months ago. Having been working with Taylor Swift before, she taught you that playing the song at the piano it mighr come off naturally.

Starting the message you're met with the familiar beat as you sat down on Charles' piano chair. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes trying to remember what Jack had told you he thinks could work. "How have you and Charles been?" You remember him mentioning in one of the sessions. You were happy. If you could describe what are you feeling now.

"It'll come natural to you once you touch those keys." Taylor would say. Just do it, Y/N. How bad can i be right? You'll push your schedule with Jack further. Closing your eyes once again, you try to copy the song you heard a moment ago. "We were so happy, why not mix it up?"

He's thinking of her. He's there with her. Of course he is. How could you be so dumb to let him be with her. Just like that. "I'm so at peace, yeah, I can't drink enough" God, something you wish you could drown yourself in alcohol to forget him ever saying her name. You continue on the same whispery tone as before, keeping the same rythm. "No way to know just who you're thinking of"

"I just wish you didn't have a mind" Just with he would stop thinking. Even just for a moment. Even just a second. So you wouldn't see him pushing you away. Therefore, keeping her. And you hated every second of it. Your fingers touched the keys softly as you hoped that if you were to sing about it, rather than talk it would be better. Considering how the things have been, there won't be any talking involved. Not that anything else could or should be.

"That could flip like a switch, that could wander and drift to a neighbouring girl" Girl? Girl. Friend. Was she your friend? Stopping for a moment, you're thinking about it. She couldn't be your friend. Not after what happened between the two of you. The same guy destroying your relationship. Bitch. A bitch that's what she was to you.

"When just the other night you said you needed me, what gives?" Your fingers touch the keys once more before making sure that you were on tune with the rythm of the song in the first place. It was coming alone, just like how you intended. Just how Taylor taught you. It comes natural.

"How did it come to this?" How after everything you're back into square one? How after trying to work it out you're not able to find yourselves again? Maybe you just weren't enough for each other? Maybe you just weren't enough for him? But that didn't matter now did it? He made his choice and apparently you weren't his.

"Boy, I know where you live" You were living with him now. After your best friend kindly suggested that it would be the best option, just so she could get in bed with your boyfriend. Yet the two of you acted as if the kiss never happened. He moved on. You never did. Maybe it was for the best?

"Baby, I'm not angry I love you just the same" You sings softly, lightly touching the piano keys now familiar under your touch. You loved him. You still loved him. Even after everything. Even after the kiss. Even when he confessed his love for you. There was a part of you that loved him. That still wished to be his.

"I just hope you get agoraphobia some day" You remember Jack telling you about this disorder. Mentioning that it can be an interesting line for the song. Rather than wishing him the worst you'be wishing him the best in some way. Your producer mentioned that spiritually by wishing someone the best but worse it has a greater affect on them. If only that could work for menchildren too.

"And all your days are sunny from your windowpane" Monaco was certainly a place where you'd want to be sunny, because that's where his childhood is. Born and bred in riches. You could only wish him the best even if that could be considered a sunny day or what now. Just as you looked outside the window, you could see his black LaFerrari pull up in the driveway. He was here.

"Wish you a lifetime full of happiness" You sing softly, your eyes still closed as you while focusing on the rythm of the song itself and ignoring that he might see you play his piano. It wasn't that he didn't like sharing it, but rather it was one his prized possesions so why would he share it in the first place? Acting as if you didn't help him choose it while asking your manager about it. You were selling albums while he was selling nothing. Nothing as in his soon personal merch that was still in the works.

"And a forever of never getting laid" There it was. The song title you have been waiting for. The title that has been on your mind for weeks now. You wish him the best. You really do. But how can you wish someone the best when they cheated on you with your best friend? How can you wish someone the best when they've been avoiding you for weeks on end?

Just before you could finish your thought, the sound of the door opening catches you off guard. And you're reminded that while being fun and stressful as he said months ago, he shouldn't be seeing you at his piano. His piano. Not yours.

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charles_leclerc a weekend of ups and downs. first pole of the season but unfortunately a much more difficult race with issues that made the win impossible. we'll keep pushing for the second half but before that, it's time to resttttttttttt 🏖️

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user01 great summer vacation, to come back stronger

user02 come back stronger charles

user03 forza charles

user04 have fun on summer break and forget about ferrari my king ❤️

user05 i love you

user06 banana leclerc

| user01 here become alexandra likes

| user10 here before y/n likes

user07 my love

| user 04 no y/n, no alexandra this weekend

user08 CHANGE YOUR TEAM PLSSS😭😭🥀🥀

user09 have a good rest!!! we are waiting for you

user10 keep pushing and we never give up 👏

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You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have even thought about being here. You shouldn't have come. Yet here you were. In front of her door. In front of your once shared apartment. But you made your decision. You'll confront her.

Even if that would mean losing your friendship or whatever this could be considered. Even if that would mean that you'll have to make yourself clear to her. Once again. Once fucking again.

Taking a deep breath you enter the apartment without warning whatsoever, if this was gonna end up badly might as well end it soon. You had some CDs and some of your clothes at her place that you needed to take, so it was the perfect excuse to talk to her.

Taking a deep breath you enter the apartment, only to see her in front of her laptop, acting if he wasn't the one that kissed your boyfriend. "Hi." She says softly, yet whispery, not loud enough for you to hear it. She knew you'd come around and confront her probably, but probably not this early. "Where'd you sleep?" She knew where you slept. She was the one that made it like this.

"My car." You answer barely giving her any information whatsoever. Throwing lightly the tote bag you brought for yourself to be able to take the CDs and the rest of the clothes you remember leaving at her place. Coming closer to where she is sat in front of the laptop, you knew she wasn't paying attention to you.

"See, I had this horrible dream last night, that my best friend told me she had feelings for my boyfriend." Letting out a scoff just as you finishing the sentence, knowing it was just as obvious as you should have expected it to be. Getting up from her chair you could finally get a reaction out of her. "But that wasn't a dream, was it?"

Her eyes facing now the floor, not daring to meet yours just as you called her out. That's where you saw it. She was feeling guilty for her actions. Or maybe she got caught and now regrets it? Softly she whispers seeing you move away from her as soon as he can even explain herself to you. Not that she seemed to try to understand your feelings, rather just excuse herself. "Y/N..."

"Why now, Alexandra?" You question her, not daring to break eye contact with her. Not when she was right there and you have a lot to talk to her about. Not letting it slide this time. "Why do you tell me you have feelings for Charles, now?" Reaching the bed post, where your tote bag was left empty, you continue on the same annoyed tone as before. "When I have so much going on in my life, stuff that you don't even know about."

On a weak voice she answers, thinking that there is a way for this to work out. A way for this friendship to work out after she helped your boyfriend cheat with her. Spoiler, there is no way out. "Wel...so do I, okay?" Trust me." Surely being an influencer can be considered hard, but having to produce and release and album is even harder. And you knew it. She knew it. She chose the easy route, to never aknowledge it. "But I didn't wish for this, all right? I wished for Lando"

Bitch. Fucking bitch. She didn't wish for Lando. She wisher for Charles. She wanted Charles. The moment she saw that you two have been dating, it was clear that she didn't agree with it. "Oh right! You wished for Lando, after you wished for Max and then Charles!" You say, staying away from her for a moment longer than intendet knowing that she was crossing the line once again. "I can not believe this is happening again."

"It's not, okay? It's not, it's just okay, the last time..." Helping her case the best she could try to explain in these kind of moment. Using the least she could to support it. The last time she tried to steal your boyfriend was in high school. Did she manage to do that? You can guess the answer yourself.

"The last time? Do you hear yourself right now? The last time you tried to steal my boyfriend?" The last time she tried to steal your boyfriend? Cause that ended very well the last time. It wasn't only him that broke your heart. But the betrayal of your best friend that hurt more.

Reaching for the door where you two wrote the drivers that hoped to be dating this year, Charles' name was under yours, signaling that she agreed with this in the first place. "He's on the door, Alexandra." Taking a deep breath you continue on the same furious tone as before hitting the door hard enough for the sound to echo through the room. "He's on the damn door under me!" Your words echoing in the room.

"I didn't steal him." She says in a barely in audible voice knowing that this was the last she could do to make the situation better. Maybe she didn't want to steal him. Maybe she didn't intend to. Maybe she tried to stay away from him. But neither did she feel guilty for falling for him. Neither did he. It just happened. When it shouldn't have. But it did.

"But you like him?" You say scoffing not letting her finish her sentence fully before you continue the rant. She has no right to find excuses for this whole situation. Just a moment of peace. A moment of silence. A beat. That's all it takes before one of you decides to talk. Decides to act out.

"Y/N, I'm not gonna do anything about it, okay? I'll just bury it." This has to be a joke. Rather than being honest with you she would have rather buried it. So you wouldn't know anything. So you wouldn't be able to fully understand the situation. So you would be clueless about it all.

"You can't. It's out. And you could've buried it and not said anything to me. So what's that about?" With friends like that, there's no need for enemies. Your tone never breaking down, not even for a moment. Still loud and clear as you intended it to be. Knowing that any sense of logic would be lost in this conversation, if it wasn't lost already. Not that you'd be surprised if this was the case.

"I don't know, all right?" I just...wanted to be honest with you all right? I don't wanna make the same mistake like i did last time." She says on a fast tone, not expecting her to be sound as scared or surprised as she is now. Flinching almost, figuring out that you didn't come to play this time around. You were taking back your life for good. One way or another. This was the one way you could think of.

"And you know what? You even said last night at Tric, that you really didn't miss him." Shuttering, barely being able to find her words in this case. Yet trying her best. Don't. Don't you fucking dare, Alexandra. Not when things are just as fucked up as they are. It doesn't take you long to see her flinching just as you got closer to her once again. She was scared. Scared that she get caught. Scared of you.

That's when you hand finds her face and in just a moment you realized that you have slapped her. Your hand imprinted now on her right side of the face. A reminder that she shouldn't mess with you and your boyfriend. Or whatever the fuck he was. "Don't you dare. Don't you dare twist my words around to make yourself feel like a backstabbing two faced bitch, Alexandra, because you are and you know it."

Turning around you took the tote bag from the bed post not waiting for an answer anymore. Leaving the shared apartment, not wanting to be shown the exit anymore. You knew where it was. Didn't need an introduction. You realize that you lost your best friend. Along with your boyfriend.

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user02 SHE CAN DO IT ALL

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user05 song choice 11/10

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| user02 GIRL WHAT?

| user10 at least lando came to the show, unlike charles

| user05 AND THE JUNO ARREST

user08 marry me alr

user09 best show ever

user10 she's giving main pop girl energy and country sweetheart at the same time

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He wasn't here. He said he'd be here. He said that he'd make time for you. He was supposed to be here. But he wasn't. Nor that you thought he'd come. Maybe his tongue was already deep in Alexandra's throat.

Which won't be surprising to say the least. Given that they've been away on tour focusing on your music career. You didn't want him here. You just wished he would care. Be more subtle about it. But that wasn't the case.

The Monegasque's forgotten message on you lit up phone echoing through your mind. Reminding you that he "might be coming" and that "he isn't sure yet", but you "should be able to see him in the crowd". But that didn't happen.

It didn't take you long to catch a glimpse of someone else. Not the him you were expecting but who you least thought of. Lando Norris. Singing to your songs, word by word at the special guests section, mostly deliberated by your team to me where celebrities or friends of yours would come.

Your team knew about it. They knew that he would come, yet you weren't announced about it. Interesting. Knowing that it had become tradition at this point for you to arrest someone at your shows, it would only seem right for the arrest you happen. Now you just had to figure out what to tell him or even how even start talking to him.

He was here. And you were freaking out. Freaking out trying to find a pick up line or whatever to not make the interaction akward. Not that this could be the case. Nor did you wanted it to be. So you settled for a high pitched hello, in a girly voice catching his attention. Not the he wasn't already watching you. "Hey, Lando!"

Waving at the crowd that was now watching the interaction unfold. You've never realized how loved he was by the fans. In this case by your fans too. You thought they loved the Monegasque, but seems like the lovedd the Brit just as much.

That's how you found yourself blushing. Putting your hand over your mouth not wanting it to be seen by your fans. Holding the microphone closer to your mouth you letting out a light chuckle before asking him. "Lando, where are you from?"

Making sure that you could hear his answer, he shouts not caring if he would be considered too loud. "Bristol." You would have known that he was from Bristol or another city from UK that you could think of. London being a solid choice. Guess that wasn't the case. Happens to the best of us I guess.

Not sure if you heard correctly you ask him again this time hoping to understand the name of the city better. "Bristol?" A slight nod of confirmation was all that you needed to keep thr conversatiok going knowing that this is what your fans loved. And so did you. It was fun. Continuing on the same suprised to as before you could hear the cheer of the fans as soon as you finished the sentence. "Damn, it rhymes with Austin though."

It doesn't really rhyme with Austin, but your fans loved it anyways. The cheers were loud, just as how you have been used to by now. "It's close enough." Far away nonetheless. But close enough in your heart. But that is not what matters now. He was there. Maybe for you. Maybe for himself. But he was.

Keeping the same flirty yet seductive tone as before, already thinking of your next words, although predictable just as fun. "You know, Lando, it's actually cuffing season. I don't know if you know that. It's like we're getting-"

Not even letting you finish the sentence, he held his hands up tight together, showing the cuffing motion to you. Daring you to just give him those pink fluffy handcuffs one of your dancers has been holding this whole time. Taking them from your dancer, you say in the microphone. "I was wondering if you-" Surprised to see him this willing you continue, letting out another soft chuckle. "You seem very eager actually. This is so rare!"

Taking a deep breath you gave the handcuffs to one of your bodyguards to hand to him, saying into the microphone. "Umm ok." Awkward to say the least. But cute nonetheless. "You're the one. We did it, Lando." And you did. You made everyones night by a mile and maybe your night too in the process. Maybe the Monegasque not being here was for the best.

Your next song starting to softly play into the background as you added before singing, wanting to let everyone know who this song was dedicated to. "I'm gonna sing this next song. This is dedicated to Lando, everybody! It's called Juno."

Waving softly to him you continue on the same tone as before, wanting to make a joke not knowing if he would understand it or not, but it was worth it. "Does this mean my last name is Norris?" Not seeing the camera pan out you say into the microphone giggling sofrly. "We'll talk about it later I guess."

Maybe you would. Maybe you will. Maybe you did.

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user01 and that's how you do halloween

barbie Hi Barbie😘

user02 absolutely everything and more

user03 the best night of my life

user04 obsessed is an understatement

user05 not lando liking this too

| user01 he was at the show too

| user08 not you forgetting her breaking down during don't smile

| user01 she wasn't breaking down, y'all just love being dramatic

| user05 she literally said in the speech that she might cry

user06 you won halloween

user07 performing house tour and busy woman as barbie just makes sense

user08 charles fumbled so bad

user09 my favorite barbie 💗💗

user10 why are you lowkey eating every costume 😍

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He's been coming to your shows lately. Of course he has been. It wasn't that he was there for the fans. But for you. Knowing what you have been going through with your boyfriend and ex best friend. It has been rough to say the least. It has been taking a tool on you.

A part of your show consistend of you sitting by the edge of the stairs that lead to the main stage and singing "Don't Smile". A song you and your producer, Jack, produced together. A song you wrote at a low moment in your life. A song you couldn't imagine people singing with you even know.

The dream pop, psychedelic pop with R&B undertones starts playing as you took a deep breath before you hear the crowd cheering knowing that the show is coming to an end. You being on a slow and sensual tone, holding the microphone closer to your mouth making sure that your voice could be heard clearly. "Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over"

Was it over? Is it over now? Could you cry now without having to worry about thinking about it now? Thinking that you could still refer to him as your boyfriend or whatever he is now in your life. Considering what you two have been through you'd expect it to not be over, yet here you were. Looking for his face in the crowd. Hoping that he was there.

"Oh, you're supposed to think about me everytime you hold her" He was supposed to. He was supposed to think about you. He wasn't supposed to be happy with her. He was supposed to be happy with you. He wasn't here. Why would he be? Why would he show up and randomly confess his love to you. God you were making up scenarios in your head.

"My heart is heavy now , it's like a hundred pounds" You watched him leave with your heart and all that was left was a blank space. A blank space you think no one could be able to fill. It was suffocating in its emptiness, the lack of weight intruding more than its belonging could ever be. It wasn't your heart anymore. It was his. His to do whatever he thought would be the best. And he did.

"It's falling faster than the way you shut me down" He held your heart in tight hands, squeezing the life out of it. But you didn't hold his in return. There was nothing left to tether him to you, invisible string cut. Your eyes burned, the sensation travelling to your throat. You couldn't even muster the words "Stay", a knot blocking your tongue, now heavy and useless in your mouth. You lost him. And now you had to accept it.

"I think I need a shower, my friends are takin' shots" The night when you went out with your friends. When they were taking shots while you tried to forget about him. With the prediction that "Lando will be there" and that "You should come", so you did. But he wasn't there. Neither was the Monegasque. Neither was the Brit. Neither were your friends. Neither was your heart.

"You think it's happy hour, for me, it's not" Your voice softly cracking as you look into the crowd to not see anyone. Yes you did see your fans, but this time Lando wasn't there. The Brit wasn't there to hold you when you were crying. The Monegasque wasn't there to keep lying to you. Alexandra wasn't there to tell you that you were making a mistake. And here you were. Wishing they could feel guilty. Wishing they would know what you have been through.

"Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over" It didn't take you long to feel it. It started with your voice cracking as you finished singing the verse, hoping that you would feel it. Your tongue getting papery and dry. Your throat burning as you continue singing. Yoru chin wobbling, trying not to shutter as you sang. Your eyes slowly turning red as you sang.

"Oh, you're supposed to think about me everytime you hold her" Holding up the microphone you could hesr the crowd singing to you. For you. For themselves. It was special knowing that so many people could relate to it. And you let them. You let him scream the lyrics to you reminding you that you're enough. You're enough to them. So why can't you be enough for yourself

Touching your face lightly you could feel the warmth of your tears as you wiped them away. Letting them sing the song while you helped them find the rythm at times when they have seen to have lost it. Holding the microphone closer to you as the performance ends and you have managed to calm down. At least. You say softly on a whispery tone knowing that they probably expect an explanation. "I wrote this song at a very very low point in my life where I didn't picture a room of ten people singing that song with me. Let alone twenty thousand of you."

Taking a deep breath you continue the speech wanting them to know how much this means to you and that you were trying your hardest not to cry in front of them just like before. Hearing the loud cheers of the crowd as soon as you finish the first part of your speech. "So thank you so so so much. Because I am hormonal right now but I was just starting to cry. So that means a lot to me and it's just so surreal." And it was. Knowing that years ago you couldn't fill up a stadium as this. Knowing that years ago you've been hated for dating Charles.

And now you know that you might get hate for getting close to Lando. But it was worth it. It was your happiness and it was worth it.

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| user01 as if, he's been seen with y/n for the past few days

user07 that's an ideal couple bffr!!

user08 leo is so lucky

user09 this is just brutal

| user05 someone check on y/n

| user01 why?

| user09 because that's her ex best friend and her ex boyfriend now engaged

user10 mom & dad

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Lying down on Lando's chest as the both of you were scrolling on your phones, you see it. The photo is just as simple as you expected it to be. Just as you expected him to propose.

You don't want to see it at first. You don't want to aknowledge it. You don't want to think of it. But there she was. With a ring on her finger. And there he was kissing her. His hands around her. Holding her. When it was supposed to be. It should have been you.

But it wasn't. You weren't the one he'll be marrying soon. You weren't the one for him. You weren't the one he wanted. You weren't the one he needed.

Sensing that something was wrong, Lando's voice manages to pull you through from the thoughts you've been already spiralling on about. With a light squeeze on your shoulder, you finally hear it. His voice. On a soft tone signaling that he saw the photo. Your hand holding the phone close enough for him to aknowledge it. "Love.."

"I'm fine really." You say meeting his eyes for a moment longer than you intended. A moment that gave away your vurnerable state. You weren't fine. You weren't ok. You weren't happy. And he knew it. He knew it all too well.

"No you're not." Facing you, he takes your hand in his giving it a light squeeze reminding you that he was there for you when you needed him. "You're pushing me away. Like you always do." No longer the same soft tone as before but a more harsher, biting this time. You were pushing him away. And he hated that.

Like you always do.

Like you always do.

Like you always do.

"I'm not." A lie. You were lying to him. Pushing him away. Afraid that you'd get hurt again. Afraid that he might treat you like Charles did. You answer him, knowing that, although not sure of your statement, you wanted to be happy. That's all you wanted away from him. Away from the Monegasque that broke your heart.

Taking your face softly in his hands, seeing that you were hurt, scared. He wanted you to feel safe loved. But you had to let him in. You had to let him be there for you as he than says on a soft voice, lightly caressing your cheek as he does so. "I like you. He says before taking a break to find the right words to confess his feelings for you. "A lot. From spending time with you to hearing your little high notes around the house."

"But i also know how passionate you are about music. I know how much it means to you. And I won't let Charles destroy that for you." Leaning in closer to you as he was now in front of you, reminding you that you shouldn't lose yourself, but move on. Write a song about it, maybe?

Continuing on the same tone he says. "And that last song on the album isn't gonna write itself." He remembered. He remembered that you still didn't manage to find the inspiration for it. Still being stuck on the title as well as the lyrics.

Smiling for a split second you lean into his touch, knowing that there it was. The inspiration you were looking for. Goodbye. The demo that you and Jack have been working on ever since your last meeting. He didn't check on you this time, but rather let you express yourself about the Charles situation. He knew the song would come natural to you once you move on. Fully.

"Don't go anywhere. I've gotta do something." Giving him a soft peck on the lips, you get up from the comfortable bed, reaching for your journal that was now on your nighstand. Opening it gently, you could feel his chin now on your shoulder as you scribbled lyrics. Ignoring the small "Ooh"s and "Aah"s coming from your boyfriend's mouth that has always been a distraction. For you.

Broke my heart on Saturday

Guess overnight, your feelings changed

And I have cried so much I almost fainted (Aha, aha)

To show you just how much it hurts

I wish I had a gun or words

If something got lost in communication (Aha, aha)

Well, sayonara, adios

You're not bilingual, but you should know

Goodbye means that you're losing me for life

Can't call it love then call it quits, can't shoot me down then shoot the shit

Did you forget that it was you who said goodbye?

So you don't get to be the one who cries

Can't have your cake and eat it too, by walking out that means you choose goodbye

The feeling's so specific

Wanna punch you every other minute, oh

You used to love my ass, now, baby, you won't see it anymore (Aha, aha)

Just give it three weeks, buddy

Gonna wake up from your coma, honey, oh

And that's when you'll be holding hokey flowers standing at my door (Aha)

But I'll say, "Arrivederci, au revoir"

Forgive my French, but fuck you, ta-ta

Goodbye means that you're losing me for life

Can't call it love then call it quits, can't shoot me down then shoot the shit

Did you forget that it was you who said goodbye?

So you don't get to be the one who cries

Can't have your cake and eat it too, by walking out, that means you choose goodbye

Sayonara, adios

On the flip side, cheerio

Por siempre te amo, wait, no

Shit, when did you get here? Go put on some clothes

Goodbye means that you're losing me for life

Can't call it love then call it quits, can't shoot me down then shoot the shit

Did you forget that it was you who said goodbye?

So you don't get to be the one who cries

Can't have your cake and eat it too, by walking out that means you choose goodbye

Goodbye

Get home safe

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user01 THE NIRVANA SHIRT??!!!!!

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| user07 charles fumbled so bad

| user09 apparently he has rizz

| user05 the rizz to rizz up charles ex

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user07 the nirvana shirt is tea

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