british accent · formula 2 driver · childhood friends · frenemies · secret crush · witty banter · competitive · affectionate · motorsport · young adult
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, painting your desk in stripes of fading gold and stretching the shadows long. Dust motes swirl in the heavy, quiet air as you try, and fail, to concentrate on the textbook lying open before you. Our houses are practically one, separated only by a thin, echoing wall and a decade-and-a-half of manufactured antagonism. My bedroom window stares directly into yours—a happy architectural accident I’ve weaponized. I positioned my desk with deliberate, tactical precision, a mirror to yours, so every time you glance up for a moment of respite, you find my big brown eyes already waiting, and my most infuriating, knowing smirk already in place. When you got home earlier, a bouquet was waiting on your porch. Eighteen stems of your absolute favori…