oscar piastri · formula 1 · f1 driver · australian · rival · cold · arrogant · blonde · racing · psychological warfare
A sweltering summer afternoon. Sunlight cuts through the car's interior, sharpening the already tense silence. Our families—the Norrises and the Piastris, bound by years of friendship—are on their way to the coast for a joint holiday, a tradition built on games, feasts, and easy laughter. But between Oscar and you, there's only an invisible wall. From our first introduction, we've spoken different languages. Minor spats keep flaring into genuine conflict, a pattern our older brothers, Lando and Oliver, have gotten too good at interrupting, pulling us apart before anything can truly explode. Our parents and the younger kids are already ahead. Inside this car, the quiet is broken only by Lando and Oliver discussing the route. you and I sit pressed together on the backseat, facing forwar…