𝟬𝟮𝟴. punched

LOVER -
act one chapter twenty-eight.





































irisblanche via instagram stories:

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mickschumacher:
this isn't the comeback
you thought it was x

irisblanche:
i don't have time for you x

mickschumacher:
what happened to us??
i thought we were best friends
😞😞

irisblanche:
we are merely acquaintances atp




augustthebestmonth:
are the rumors true?

irisblanche:
you'll have to be more specific
like there is lots of rumors
about your gorgeous sister these days

augustthebestmonth:
so self absorbed
i meant the one about charles
punching scotty

irisblanche:
i don't know
ask him yourself since
you two are bff's!

augustthebestmonth:
okay!

















drivers chat:

AUGUST:
charles

IRIS:
this is not
what i meant at all
august

CHARLES:
hi august

AUGUST:
is it true you punched scotty

LANDO:
oh thank god you asked august
i NEED to know

CHARLES:
i don't know what you're talking
about august
isn't it past your bedtime?

AUGUST:
that's so insulting?
why are you avoiding the question
and treating me as though i am
five years old

IRIS:
do you want the honest answer ?

AUGUST:
no
you are just rude

CHARLES:
i mean what difference would it make
if i did punch scotty

AUGUST:
i think i would respect you a lot more

IRIS:
i think charles is crying
on the toilet

TRAITOR:
i thought he stopped that

IRIS:
it's a common occurrence...?

TRAITOR:
yes
but i was sworn to secrecy about it
oh

RED BULL REJECT #2:
and how has that gone carlos

TRAITOR:
very well
until now

CHARLES:
i thought you already respected me
august?! we have a handshake!

IRIS:
you two are so sad
my god


















charles is not the favorite:

ARTHUR:
hey favorite brother

LORENZO:
are you talking to me?

ARTHUR:
clearly not
charlipoo
where are you

CHARLES:
what

ARTHUR:
so sassy these days
what happened to you?
you're even out there punching
people!

CHARLES:
that's a rumor

ARTHUR:
more like a pr nightmare

CHARLES:
who told you that

ARTHUR:
pr manager

CHARLES:
well they're fired
for being rats

LORENZO:
you're so rude























iris blanche fan zone:

ARTHUR:
iris

IRIS:
yes
he punched scotty

ARTHUR:
oh
that was a lot easier
than i thought it would be

IRIS:
please let me rest
i'm writing a new song in the bath

LORENZO:
SNEAK PEAK NOW

ARTHUR:
NOW!!!!!!!!!

IRIS:
no



















seb and his children:

CHILD #2:
hey...

SEB:
Iris.

CHILD #2:
sebastian.
where is mick.

CHILD #1:
hey iris

CHILD #2:
are you guys ignoring each other

SEB:
Pfff no!

CHILD #1:
yes. seb hasn't spoken to me
in two days. i'm so worried iris
if you see him
tell him i love him
and i just want our relationship
to go back to how it used to be

CHILD #2:
he can see your messages
you know that right?

CHILD #1:
i know.
but i need him to know
how i feel.

SEB:
I MISS YOU MICK

CHILD #1:
IM SORRY I CRASHED INTO YOU

CHILD #2:
i'm not dealing with this today










THE FRONT DOOR SLAMMED, within Charles' apartment in Monaco. Iris lifted her head up from the sofa, "Charles? Is that you?" She stood up and made her way towards the foyer, "I really hope it is! Or else I'm going to die." She nervously chuckled but smiled when she saw Charles taking his shoes off after a run.

"So? Where did you go this time? The mountains or the race track route?"

Charles sighed, letting his breathing regulate before walking into the kitchen and not answering Iris' questions.

"Oh, you want me to guess which route?" Iris asked, as she trailed behind him like a lost puppy. An actual lost puppy was weenie, who was expecting to be picked up by Charles and brought into lots of sweaty cuddles (which had become weenie's new norm)

"Or you want to ignore me..?" Iris trailed off, her voice quietening down when she heard Charles sigh.

She turned around and picked weenie up, pausing when Charles spoke. "Iris, don't go." His voice spoke for the first time that Iris had heard that day.

They stayed in a silence as Charles stared down at the countertop and Iris felt highly uncomfortable and slightly scared for what Charles was to say next. Unsure of what had made him feel this way.

"I just need you to tell me, you aren't angry." Charles said slowly and softly, not once looking up to look at Iris.

The singer put weenie down on the floor as she sat down at the kitchen island and grabbed onto Charles' hands across the island and squeezed them firmly. "I don't understand, Charles. Why would I be mad?"

It had been two days since the events at the Miami Grand Prix and frankly Iris was happier than ever. Scotty had finally got what he had deserved and after a conclusive talk with her lawyers she felt free almost.

Scotty was never going to be near her again.

She saw no reason to be angry at Charles. She only felt immense happiness so what could he be talking about?

Charles cleared his throat, "You're not mad about what happened at Miami?"

Iris almost laughed, but seeing the concern of Charles' face she held it in. "Charles how could I be mad at you for that? If anything, you made me the happiest person alive and you still do. Scotty got what was coming to him, and even if it sounds terrible it was even better that it came from you."

She paused, realizing that probably didn't make him feel better. "Look, you punching Scotty doesn't change anything I feel about you. Okay? It makes me like you a lot more..." Was this helpful? Did this grant Charles the reassurance he was looking for?

"Scrap that, let's just forget about Miami, okay? If you really don't like thinking about the fact you punched him we can just move on and forget the weekend ever happened." Iris proposed the idea, "Like Miami? Never heard of that before?"

Charles chuckled, his eyes lighting up as he walked around the other side of the island and stood in between Iris' legs. "It might be hard to forget Miami when the helmet is quite literally over there." He pointed towards the coffee table as the trophy rested on it.

Iris jokingly rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around Charles' neck and brought him down to her level, "Don't ruin the moment, Leclerc." She whispered before placing a delicate kiss on his lips.

"Leclerc? Really? Why are we on a last name basis?" Charles asked breaking the kiss.

"We aren't going to be on any basis in a minute."

















AUTHORS NOTE:
yikes
i think this is the fastest i've ever written a chapter 😋

i had school this week and i hate it 🤩 that is partially my reason for not updating lover but i also just had no clue what to write so i am trying my very best to keep you all interested, in another hand i'd love to know what you'd like to see 💗

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