"god i love the way you look at me." ... or in which a girl doesn't realise how stupidly obsessed her best friend is with her.

@landonorris started following you! BOOK 1/2!

@danielricciardo commented on your post started: 27/04/2021

When Daniel has two kids from a previous marriage and is now in desperate need of a babysitter. @danielricciardo commented on your post.

When Eighteen-year-old Eilidh McGowan lands a seat at Hass, she becomes the only female driver on the Formula 1 grid and the first Scottish woman in the sport's modern era. With fierce ambition, natural talent, and a childhood spent karting through the backroads near Stirling, she's ready to take on the world. But nothing can prepare her for the chaos, pressure, and spotlight that comes with the pinnacle of motorsport. Luckily, she's not alone. Her best friend Ella O'Donohue joins the team as her social media manager - unofficial hype-woman, stress manager, and chaos coordinator. Then there's her unexpectedly charming teammate, Oliver Bearman: fellow rookie, deceptively fast, and somehow always next to her when things get messy... or funny... or a little too flirty. As the season takes them from glittering paddocks to roaring crowds and tense qualifying battles, Eilidh must navigate media storms, sexist critics, team politics, and the pressure to prove herself, not just as a driver, but as someone who belongs. Because she's not just racing for points. She's racing for her name, her dream, and every girl who's ever been told she couldn't.

"I've spent so long hiding pieces of myself, I'm not sure who I'd be if I let them show." Breena Amelia Coulthard is the daughter of F1 legend David Coulthard, but behind her famous last name, she's hiding a secret-one that's haunted her since childhood. With anxiety constantly nipping at her heels, Breena has spent her life feeling disconnected from the world around her. That is, until Ollie Bearman enters her life. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: ★𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 ★𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 ★𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

It wasn't supposed to happen. Not with him. Not with the quiet, careful driver who rarely stayed past midnight - let alone until the world blurred into noise and neon and champagne foam. But when the sun broke over Abu Dhabi, she woke up to find Oscar Piastri's hand resting over her ribs, the hotel room still smelling like smoke and spilled victory. The McLaren press officer and the McLaren driver. A headline waiting to destroy them both. They agreed not to speak of it again. But F1 doesn't forget, and neither did they. Between press conferences and whispered PR briefings, glances turned into questions, and questions turned into jealousy - the kind that burns quietly, the kind that can't be contained in paddocks or press statements. Because sometimes the story you're paid to hide becomes the one you can't stop living.

"i think about you, and nothin' else."

"you are my sunshine" "youre so corny i hate it" "no you dont" social media + real life lower case not edited!!! sorry for the typos, pls point them out so i can fix them xxx 08/01/2022-08/04/2022