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It was the start of the 2008 season, and both Nico and Lewis were stoked about it. The morning was cold, as it was still quite dark out. The two had shared a hotel room, which was something they never minded. The sound of the alarm blaring filled the dark room. Lewis slammed his hand across the nightstand, eventually hitting the snooze button on the clock. 

The moment the alarm went off again, the two men finally woke. Nico shuffled to the bathroom, turning on the bright lights above the sink. He turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face. Lewis on the other hand had started changing out of his pyjamas. He tosses his night clothes onto his bed, and he slipped on a pair of denim jeans and a white and red t-shirt. Nico momentarily closed the bathroom door while he changed. He soon stepped out in a pair of light denim jeans and a blue sweater. Lewis observed the German’s clothing.

“You look nice today.”

Nico smiled softly at the Englishman. 



“You do as well.”

The two stared at each other for a bit before coming back to their senses. Nico dug around in his bag, pulling out a plastic comb. He looked t himself in the mirror while he combed through his tangles. Lewis watched on, observing how the comb glided through the German’s blond hair. Nico chuckled when he caught the Englishman staring at him through the mirror’s reflection. 

“Do I look okay, Lew?”

Lewis nodded his head slowly. 

“I think you look wonderful.”

Nico places the comb down on the nightstand. He quickly runs his fingers through his hair, fluffing it slightly. He turns around, where he’s now facing Lewis. Lewis smiles at Nico’s bright expression. He takes hold of the German’s hand. 

“We need to get going. I don’t feel like getting yelled at again.”

Nico slowly nodded his head in response. 

“Yes… we should.”

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He stood above the others. The cameras were pointed at him. His emotions spilled out like a waterfall. Rubens felt hot tears run down his cheeks. They weren’t tears of sadness, but of joy. He did this not only for Ferrari, but for Michael as well. He held the trophy high above his head, proudly and confidently. The cold champagne hitting him felt unreal. He was dripping from head to toe in the alcoholic beverage. This was it. This was his dream come true. 

After making it back to his car, Rubens sunk into the seat of the car. Since the adrenaline had begun to wear off, the exhaustion finally hit him. Suddenly, he felt a buzzing coming from his shirt pocket. He slowly pulled the small flip phone from his pocket, and flipped it open. The caller was none other than Michael Schumacher. Rubens was quick to answer the call.

“Rubinho! You did amazing out there!”

The Brazilian could’ve sworn he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Thank you! Too bad you didn’t finish. I’m sure being on the podium with you would’ve made it a better experience.”

He could hear the German chuckle on the other end. 

“Well, we can’t always be on podium. I am just happy you made it at least.”

Rubens let out a small sigh. He knew Michael was right, but he wished he could’ve experienced the moment with him. 

“Maybe you can celebrate with me later tonight? Let’s go drinking. My treat.”

Michael let out a small mhm as response. 

“Just don’t drink too much. We still have to make it back to the hotel in one piece!”

The two chuckled at the comment. 

“Agreed. And I bet the press will be hellish tomorrow too.”

The Brazilian didn’t even want to begin thinking about the press. He knew they’d be all over him when they had a chance. 

“Let me head back to the hotel and get ready. I’ll meet you around 19:00. See you there, Mich.”

“Yes, I’ll see you there, Rubinho.”

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Even though he was only 3rd, the fact that he was on the podium made him thrilled. Gabriel felt the excitement wash over him as he stepped onto the podium. The sun shone brightly above, almost as if God was cheering him on from above. Gabi closed his eyes as he melted into the moment.

As he made it back to the Sauber paddock, he saw the familiar face of his teammate, Nico, staring at him with a wide smile. Gabi ran into his open arms, hugging his German teammate with all his remaining strength.

Nico patted the Brazilian in the back and lifted him in the air, he seemed to be even more excited than Gabi. The paddock was filled with yells, cheers and celebrations and Nico put Gabi back down and stared at him in the eyes.

“YOU DID IT, YOU FINALLY DID IT!”

Gabi cubbed Nico’s face gently. He felt tears welting up in his brown eyes.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! I REALLY CAN’T!”

“YOU DID AMAZING, YOU EVEN OVER TOOK HAMILTON!!! HAMILTON!!!!”

Nico went in for a small kiss on Gabi’s cheek.

Gabi soon returned the gesture, kissing Nico’s cheek in response.

“What should we do to celebrate?”

“I don't know but it should be something to remember! Maybe dinner? Or maybe we can race around the track again?!!”

Gabi smiled softly. The corners of his eyes slightly wrinkled as he did so. He slowly moved his hand closer to Nico’s, eventually taking hold of the German’s hand.

“Dinner sounds good.”

The pair took a while to organize themselves and take pictures with the team. After exiting the racetrack, the two of them started walking around looking for something to eat.

“Not a lot to do here… What should we eat?”

The Brazilian thought to himself for a little while.

“How about fish and chips?”

“I thought you Brazilians had good taste in food… But we're in England after all, so sure!”

Gabi let out a stiff chuckle.

“Well, I didn’t eat much while at home, you know? I was always traveling for the karting I had to do.”

“My poor baby..”

Nico teased, they kept walking around the city until they found a neat and tidy restaurant in the corner of the street.

The two sat down at a table in the corner. The walls were a tan color with paintings adorning the free space. They looked at the menu for a bit, before deciding on which they wanted. Nico ordered cod, and Gabi ordered flounder.

“Have you ever tried flounder before? Or tartar sauce?”

Nico smirked, looking at his surroundings.

“It’s been a while. I think that this is a proper celebration.”

Gabi glanced at Nico, who seemed preoccupied looking at the paintings on the wall to notice him. Once Gabi was convinced the German wouldn’t look at him, he pulled out his phone, and started scrolling through Twitter.

“Are you thaaaatt sick of me Gabi?”

Nico immediately noticed and decided to tease Gabi.

Gabi gave the German a fake frown.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. I figured you were tired of me.”

The Brazilian spoke in a sarcastic tone. He often teased Nico like this. He just wanted a reaction out of him.

Nico scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I could NEVER! You have to be one of my favorite people!! I just zone out from time to time..”

Gabi smiled at the response.

“I know you couldn’t. I’m just teasing you.”

Nico reached over the table to pinch Gabi's cheek.

“They're taking their sweet time aren't they?”

Gabi playfully swatted his hand at Nico.

“It seems they are.”

After 10 more minutes the food finally came to the table, it was steaming hot, big and juicy at least, Nico couldn't hold back and immediately took a bite of the fish, burning himself.

“Ow!”

Gabi held back his laughter as he watched Nico fanning his mouth.

“Were you that hungry?!”

“Shut up, racing makes me hungry!”

He kept fanning his face until it cooled down, before retrying to take a bite again and burning himself AGAIN.

Gabi couldn’t hold back his laughter the second time around. The moment he saw the German fanning himself again, the Brazilian burst out laughing, clenching his stomach as he did.

“I can’t believe you did it again! Are you an idiot?!”

“And so what if I am?! I'm hungry!!! Just let me eat my damn cod Gabi… YOU should eat it before it goes cold as well!!”

Nico shot a side eye against Gabi while blowing on the cod before taking a big bite.

Gabi picked his fork up, and cut a bit of the flounder off, putting it in his mouth. He chewed the fish slowly, feeling it dissolve in his mouth.

Meanwhile Nico ate exactly how ancient Greeks described German tribes, like a barbarian! Picking up the fish with his hands, dipping it in sauce and revenging it.

………

After the two finished, they stared at their empty plates. They were full. It almost felt like they could explode. They stack their empty plates on top of each other, and slide the stack towards the edge of the table.

Upon standing up, Gabi felt his legs shake. Nico chuckled to himself as he watched. Gabi looked back at the German, sticking his tongue out at him.

“You’re mean!”

“You look like an old old man!!! Shaking from barely walking!”

Nico laughed as he watched Gabi barely control how he walked, he looked like his grandpa.

“I can’t help it! I ate a lot!”

Gabi stumbled to the door, grasping the handle with all his strength. Nico walked over, seemingly unaffected from eating the amount of food, and wrapped his arm around the Brazilian’s waist. Finally having some support, Gabi rested his head on Nico’s shoulder.

“Let’s go. Today has been a long day, and I’m ready to go to bed.”

Gabi let out a tired chuckle.

“You're right, and I'm proud of you, your first ever podium at such a young age!! You'll do well Gabi, very well..”

The two walked out into the parking lot, almost immediately spotting the rental car. Nico unlocked the car, and the two took a seat. Gabi rested his head against the window, whereas Nico started the engine, and carefully exited the parking spot. Before taking the turn to exit the parking lot, Nico stared down at Gabi, who almost seemed to have already passed out. He extended his arm, gently rubbing the Brazilian’s arm. Gabi slowly turned his head, giving the German a small, tired smile, right before turning back, and closing his eyes again.

“Thank you for everything. I had fun tonight, Nico.”

Nico felt a small smile form on his face. He’d never heard Gabi so tired, and he thought it was adorable.

“Anything for you, Gabi. I hope you know just how proud of you I am today.”

Gabi reached his arm over the center console, and caressed Nico’s free hand.

“I love you, Nico. I love you so much.”

Nico rubbed the back of Gabi’s hand, feeling his knuckles and joints as he did so.

“I love you too, Gabriel.”

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The engine faliure didn’t seem like a lot to most, but it still left Lando devastated. He dragged himself back to the paddock, and he took a seat on a metal folding chair. He wiped the sweat forming on his forehead. It took him a while to somewhat gather himself, but soon, Lando found himself watching the race from the screens in the paddock. 

Once the race had finished, Lando wanted nothing more than to head home. He felt tired after the adrenaline had worn off. A buzz from his cellphone soon caught his attention. It was a message from Carlos. Lando was a bit surprised, as him and Carlos didn’t talk too much outside of work. Still, the message piqued his curiousity. 

“Are you still in the McLaren garage?”

The Englishman stared at the question for a small moment. “Why does he want to know that?” Ultimately, Lando decided to respond. 

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

Lando was shocked at how fast Carlos had responded to his message. 

“I just wanted to check up on you. Wait for me. I’ll be right over.”

Lando stared at his phone for a bit. He was confused on why the Spaniard was so adamant on making sure he was okay. Nevertheless, Lando waited patiently for Carlos’ arrival. 

When he saw the familiar white race suit of the Williams driver, Lando stood up and walked over to him. Carlos gave the Englishman a firm handshake. 

“I hope you aren’t too defeated over the engine faliure.”

Lando simply shrugged his shoulders. 

“It is what it is. Next time though, I need the engine to stay alive for the rest of the race.”

The two men share a small chuckle at the comment. Carlos looks around the paddock, taking a look at the things that have changed since he left. It still mostly looked the same, but there were obvious differences, like the wall colors, or the posters on the walls. Lando notices how Carlos is observing the paddock. 

“Do you miss racing for McLaren?”

Carlos shook his head. 

“I don’t. I think I’m mostly fine where I am now.”

The Englishman grinned slightly. 

“Well, I think it’d be funny if you went back.”

The Spaniard let out a sharp laugh. 

“Knowing Zak, he’s probably still tired of my ass!

Lando covered his mouth as he let a small laugh out. 

“That is true.”

Carlos places his hand on Lando’s right shoulder. 

“I think I should get going. I don’t want anyone thinking I went missing.”

Lando nodded slowly. 

“Well, thank you for checking on me. It means a lot.”

Carlos smiled widely. 

“Of course! You are one of my coworkers after all! Now let’s just hope your car engine doesn’t fail you on the highway!”

As the two were walking away, Lando turned his head back. He watched as Carlos made his way out of the McLaren paddock. Almost out of instinct, Lando waved at him. 

“I’ll see you around!”

Carlos returned the gesture, slowly waving back at the Englishman. 

“Yes, see you around, Lan!”

For some reason, just hearing Carlos say “see you around” made Lando feel completed. He exhaled slowly as he walked in the opposite direction of the Spaniard. For the first time that day, he felt okay. 

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Winter break always seemed too short. The brisk January wind hit Alain like a bus. He was never too fond of colder weather. The sidewalks were laced with ice salt, which crunched underneath the young man’s weight. Being relatively both skinny and short, Alain was often prone to bullying, especially by one person: Nelson Piquet. Nelson was a kid who was born into wealth, which was something he never hid. He was one of the first kids in school with a mobile phone, which left everyone with their interests piqued. Alain couldn’t care. He knew to stay away from Nelson. Though, Nelson would always end up bursting the Frenchman’s bubble anyway. Alain shuddered. Just the thought of seeing Piquet again made him feel ill. 

As he approached the school gate, Alain noticed one of his friends by the entrance. Elio waved over at Alain, beckoning him to come over. Alain sped over to the Italian, curious as to what he wanted to say. Elio had an excited expression on his face. 

“Did you hear about the party Didier is throwing on Friday?”

Alain raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh? And are you going to this ‘party’?”

Elio vigorously nodded his head. 

“I am! I was wondering if you wanted to come with me. Didi said I could bring someone if I wanted.”

Alain seemed almost tempted at the offer. 

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to go. I’ll just need to be home by midnight.”

Elio smiled at the response. 

“Great! I’ll tell him you’re coming too!”

The two boys waved goodbye as they split off in opposite directions. Alain felt his heart racing at the idea of going to a senior party. Even though he was only a junior, he felt he was still too young to be at a senior party. He let out a pent up breath, finally feeling some weight leaving his shoulders. I’ll be fine. 

Friday came around a lot quicker than Alain had hoped. Usually, he would be excited for the weekend, but now, he felt terrified. Elio had promised to pick him up at around 18:00, so the Frenchman had started keeping an eye out for him. 

The moment he saw the Italian’s beaten up Toyota, he rushed down the stairs, and out the door. Alain made his way to the passenger’s seat, which was filled with the remains of McDonalds wrappers. He shoved the trash onto the car floor, and sat down. Elio could already sense the nervousness in Alain. He gently tapped his shoulder, as to not make him more nervous. 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay tonight?”

The Frenchman responded with a small nod. Elio shrugged his shoulders. 

“Whatever you say. Just let me know when you’re ready to head back.”

Alain let out a quiet “okay.”

………

By the time the two arrived, they saw some of the kids already pouring themselves drinks. Elio was the first to split off, leaving Alain alone in the middle of a crowded room. He pushed his way through some of the crowd, eventually taking a seat on the ragged sofa. The room was a nauseating stench of beer, and it made him sick to his stomach. He curled up into a ball, hoping to disappear from everything around him. 

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Alain was alerted by a voice he was well too familiar with. It was Nelson, and he was coming right for him. The Brazilian approached him, his fists already clenched. Alain braced himself for the worst, but… nothing happened. Nelson took a seat on the sofa, and he didn’t even acknowledge the Frenchman. Alain was confused. He inched himself closer to Nelson, eventually catching a whiff of alcohol coming from him. Alain kept his distance from Nelson. Even though he didn’t seem to care, he knew his demeanor could change at any moment. 

Alain continued to watch Nelson for a good 5 minutes. Within those 5 minutes, he noticed a change in the Brazilian’s behavior. He looked pale, almost as if he was about to vomit. It didn’t take long for his intuition to come true, as Alain started hearing the sound of gagging. Alain covered his eyes as Nelson started vomiting on the sofa. Even though he couldn’t see what was happening, the retching still sounded quite violent. 

Once the retching had ceased, Alain opened his eyes, only to find Nelson covered in his own bile. Alain knew he couldn’t just leave Nelson like this, so he deeply inhaled before getting up off the sofa, and started approaching him. Nelson didn’t resist Alain’s help. He reluctantly let the Frenchman lead him to the bathroom, and let him help with the cleaning up. 

The bathroom light was blinding, especially to Nelson. He felt his head spinning the moment the lights had been turned on. He quickly reached for the small trash bin, and he put it under his chin, waiting to throw up more. While the Brazilian was occupied with that, Alain dug through the closet, pulling out some clean towels. Once Nelson had finished with his second fit, Alain began wiping his shirt with one of the towels. Once getting most of the vomit off, Alain tossed the soiled towel into the bathtub. 

“I think you have to take your shirt off. It’s too soiled to be cleaned with just a towel.”

Nelson slowly slipped his arms through the sleeve holes, while Alain helped take the shirt off over his head. He tossed the soiled shirt into the tub with the towel. Looking back at Nelson, Alain noticed he was still quite pale. 

“Stay there. I’ll get you some water.”

As he walked back out into the crowd, Alain kept wondering why he was doing all of this. He could’ve just let Nelson pass out on the sofa, but yet he was taking care of him. He grabbed a plastic cup, and he raced back to the bathroom. Once back in the bathroom, the Frenchman filled the cup using the tap water. He handed the cup to Nelson, who slowly took it from his hands. Alain watched as he slowly sipped the water, letting some of it dribble down his chin. Alain sat himself against the wall, still not taking his eyes off of Nelson as he did so. 

After a few minutes had passed, and Nelson seeming to have improved, Alain got up. He looked over at the closed door, wondering if he should leave or not. Just as Alain was walking to the door, he felt a weak grip on his wrist. He turned his head around, only to see Nelson grasping onto him. 

“Thank you.”

The Brazilian’s voice was weak, almost crackly. The Frenchman nodded his head slightly. Nelson shakily stood up. Alain helped support him as he stood up. Nelson stumbled closer to Alain, stopping right as he felt his chest hit him. Alain held his breath, not knowing what was about to happen. It shocked him when he felt Nelson’s lips against his. Alain, not knowing what to do, kissed him back. Pulling away, the two stare at each other for a moment. Nelson seemed full of pride, while Alain seemed perplexed. Noticing how uncomfortable the Frenchman looked, Nelson pulled away from him. 

“I’m sorry. Just forget about it.”

Alain stared in confusion. He couldn’t just forget something like this. He didn’t want to argue though, so he just nodded his head. Nelson watched as Alain left the bathroom, leaving him alone. He stared at the door, almost hoping that Alain would magically come back, but nothing happened. The Brazilian let out a small, defeated sigh. I’ll just have to apologize to him sometime…

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Friday evenings were the best time. It always felt like a day before an event. This Friday was one that Yuki had been anticipating for since last Wednesday. Since Pierre was coming to visit, Yuki decided to make something special. 

Since Pierre wouldn’t arrive until a few hours later, Yuki decided it would be in his best interest to head out and get the ingredients for curry. 

The grocery store wasn’t as packed as he expected, so Yuki felt some weight lift from his shoulders. He grabbed a hand basket, and headed off towards the international foods section. The first thing on his list was curry blocks. He browsed through the shelves, eventually landing his gaze on the familiar Golden Curry box. He grabbed the mild version, as he didn’t know Pierre’s spice tolerance. 

Once he placed the boxed curry blocks in the basket, he headed over to the produce section. Yuki needed potatoes, carrots, and onions for the curry. He carefully picked through the vegetables, picking the best ones he could find. 

The last thing on his list: stew meat. Yuki much preferred beef over chicken, so he picked up a pallet of stew beef. He picked the freshest pallet he could find, which ended up being packaged that day. 

After he paid for everything, Yuki places the groceries next to him on the passenger seat. He stopped softly at every red light, as to not disturb the bags. 

The driver from the grocery store to his apartment only took around 5 minutes, but he wanted to be extra careful, since the ingredients were meant for something special. 

Upon making it back to the apartment, Yuki rushes inside, holding the bags close to his chest. He places them down on the counter before rummaging around, grabbing a large pot for the curry. 

Yuki first washes the carrots and potatoes, making sure there wasn’t any dirt clinging to the peels. Then, he peels the onions, chopping them thin and bite sized. He pours some cooking oil into the pot, and begins stir frying the vegetables and meat. The fragrance of the frying vegetables and beef begin to fill the apartment. 

Once it was time, he added some water, bringing it to a slow boil. He drops in the curry blocks, carefully dissolving and mixing it in. The mixture starts thickening up once the curry blocks dissolve. To make sure it’s thick enough, Yuki adds in a bit of starch. 

………

Before long, the sound of knocking became audible. Yuki rushed over to the door, quickly swinging it open. Pierre stood outside the door, smiling softly. 

“You totally don’t seem excited at all, Yukino.”

The Japanese man let out a small chuckle. 

“You know, I could say the same about you.”

Yuki moves from the doorway, letting Pierre step inside. The Frenchman walks over to the kitchen, taking a look at what was in the pot. 

“It smells good!”

Yuki smiles. 

“It’s almost done. I still have to make the rice for it though.”

Pierre seemed to pipe up at the comment. 

“I can help you!”

Yuki pointed over to a bag that was on the shelf. 

“You can start by grabbing that bag, and putting it on the counter.”

Pierre walked over to the large, brown woven bag. It was a bag full of rice. Pierre was amazed at how heavy the bag was. He hurriedly took the bag, and dropped it on the counter. Yuki pulled out a small cup, and scooped up some of the rice, pouring it into a small pot. He ran some water over the rice, washing the starch off of the grains. 

Once the rice was washed, he filled the pot halfway with water, and placed it in the rice cooker. He turned his head to look at Pierre, who was still watching him. 

“You wanna sit down? We have a bit of time before the rice is ready.”

The Frenchman nodded, and the two walked over to the sofa. Pierre was quick to lean his head on top of Yuki’s hair. Yuki gently placed his hand on top of Pierre’s hand, before rubbing the back of the Frenchman’s hand. Pierre’s hand wasn’t smooth, but it didn’t feel like sandpaper either. Just a bit dry. 

………

Once the rice was cooked, Yuki spooned some rice into two bowls, before adding the warm curry on the other side of the bowl. He brought both bowls to the sofa, placing them on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Pierre picked up his bowl, taking a small bite of the rice and curry. His lips curved into a smile after the first bite. 

“You’re such a great cook, Yukino. You should cook for me more often.”

Yuki smiles at the compliment. 

“I think I should cook more for myself too! I think this is the best curry I’ve made yet!”

The two sit in silence as they ate, too focused on the flavor of the curry to even talk with each other. It was only after the both of them had finished, did Pierre finally speak up. 

“Seconds?”

Yuki nodded his head in agreement.

“Absolutely.”

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It was a cold rainy night in the streets of Wien, the nightlights showed how beautifully historic the city was! A figure is seen walking in the distance, it was Ayrton Senna.

He looked up at the night sky, admiring what little stars he could see and the puffy clouds that reminded him of cotton candy. He was wearing a large beige trench coat and some long navy blue pants.

As he wandered through the city he bumped into a strange figure, they were running fast, seems like they were in a hurry. Senna had dropped his wallet upon impact and in a tired and already irritated state he started yelling and the person Infront of him.

"HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING FILHO DA PUTA! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?!"

Before Senna could keep yelling the person raised their hand and slapped him across the cheek, soon they started yelling at him, they had a thick Austrian accent.

"Do YOU know who I am?!"

Senna paused, he recognized that voice. As he caressed his red cheek his mind went to work and thought that there's no way it was him.

"Matter of fact I think I DO know who you are.."

The figure froze and put their mind as well before yelling in surprise, "SENNA?!"

"BERGER!!!"

Berger broke into a fit of laughter as he couldn't believe the situation he was in.

"OH MY GOD?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, ITS BEEN SO LONG!!!"

"I DONT KNOW I JUST FELT LIKE VISITING!!!"

Senna's heart was racing and so was Berger's, it had been a hot minute since they saw each other. They spent a couple minutes talking about everything that had happened in their lives, what's been going on in the world of racing and eventually Berger invites Senna to his house. Senna agrees!

The walk to Berger's house was long, it took an hour or so but in the end they made it. Senna took his shoes off at the entrance and sat down in a couch next to Berger.

"This is quite the cozy place might I say..'

"Thank you! I've been working to make it as cozy as possible for me." Berger smiles widely, his cheeks flushing a bright red.

Senna giggled as he noticed the Austrians cheeks flush. "Well somebody liked that, did t they?"

"Oh stop it you tease!" Berger smiles even wider.

"Ugh fineee... Oh and do you mind if i uh.. stay for the night? I don't really have anywhere to go."

"Well more than gladly, you can stay two nights, hell three even if you wanted!"

Senna rolled his eyes and just giggled, placing his hand on his mouth to cover his grin. "Well aren't you kind? Say, aren't you tired? Maybe we should go to bed seeing it's already past midnight."

"Yeah I think you're right, it's getting late and I have to go shopping tomorrow so..."

Senna smiled and stood up giving Berger a right hug! The Austrian was stunned but he didn't mind, the Brazilians body was warm and comforting. Soon the both of them laid droopy on a king sized bed, the sheets were made of a fine cloth and we're painted a nice shade of red.

Senna looked into bergers eyes one more time before falling asleep. "I looovee youuu, goodnight..!"

Berger was too tired to respond properly and he mumbled 'I love you too' the best he could. Soon, the both of them fell asleep in each other's arms, the warmth of their bodies tying their souls together.

THE END!!!