Up in the hills of Monaco lays the most expensive street on earth, so expensive only 6 elite families could ever afford to live there.
Or
An alternate universe where the drivers are billionaires and cause scandals up in the hills of Monaco.
Chapter 2
“Charles! Charles!” Sebastian shouted from downstairs, trying to wake his son.
“I’m up.” Charles groaned, rolling out of bed. Charles squinted as the sun shined in his eyes, making it hard to see.
“Charles get a move on!” Sebastian shouted again.
Charles groaned again, shouting “Going!” before dragging himself to get dressed. His uniform laid crumpled on the bottom of his closet. It was a bit wrinkled, but it would do, Charles thought as he pulled it on himself. The uniform was simple, but it radiated status. A black skirt with a grey cardigan and a black and blue tie. Their blazer has the Monaco emblem embroidered on it, the gold of the emblem standing out against the navy of the blazer. After he dressed himself, Charles walked over to his vanity. Charles has always loved jewelry, his vanity covered from top to bottom in Cartier, Tiffany and Van Cleef. His jewelry itself most likely cost more than the LaFerrari he was driven into school every morning.
His bracelets jingled as he fastened a Tiffany gold heart necklace around his neck. He didn’t bother with his hair much, running a comb through it a few times but leaving it fairly messy. He grabbed his school bag, slinging it on his shoulder before heading down to the kitchen. Sebastian and Kimi were chatting in the living room when they heard Charles rummaging through the fridge.
“Schatzi, what are you looking for?” Sebastian asked, raising his brow at his son who was messing up the fridge.
“My redbull,” Charles said, not stopping his search.
“It’s in the pantry.” Kimi said, sighing at Charles’s forgetfulness. Charles grabs his redbull, downing half of it in a desperate attempt to wake himself up a bit before heading to the living room to say goodbye to his parents before leaving.
“Bye Isä , Bye Papa.” Charles says kissing both his dads on the forehead before going to leave.
“Charles, come back here for a moment.” Sebastian says with a knowing smirk on his face.
“Are you trying to shorten your skirt again?” Seb says, wondering to himself exactly how dumb his son thinks he is, considering Charles’s knee-length skirt was nowhere near his knees. Charles groaned, annoyed but pulled his skirt down to where it was supposed to be.
“Goodbye Beine, now hurry to school you’re already nearly an hour late!” Seb said, ushering Charles out of the living room. The ride to school was shorter than Charles wanted it to be. Charles dreaded going to school and complained about it daily. The only reason he even showed up half the day was Max. However, his best friend unfortunately had a horrible trait where he refused to skip school with him.
He heard the bell ring as he entered the school, at least he got to skip math. He absolutely sucked at math; it never made any sense to him.
His next lesson was physics, which he would normally enjoy as it was one of the classes he shared with Max, but his stupid teacher Mr. Coulthard thought it would be a great idea to put George in their group project so now he hated that class too.
When Charles entered the class his eyes immediately scanned the room for Max. He spotted Alex sitting by the window saving a seat next to him for George. Alex and George were inseparable since 1st grade. Alex used to be a scholarship student and George would often tutor him to make sure he never lost his scholarship.
He doesn’t need a scholarship anymore as his mom went to jail and he was adopted by his karting mentor Fernando Alonso. Fernando, owner of the F1 brand, president of the FIA, karting club owner and single father of three lived on the very start of the street. His parents were close friends with Fernando which wasn’t surprising considering everyone that lived on Avenue Princesse Grace knew each other and were close friends with one another.
He finally spotted Max towards the back of the class. “Maxyyy!” Charles called and skipped towards him, throwing himself into the chair next to Max.
“How many lessons did you miss today?” Max asked plucking the Redbull out of Charles’s hands and take a sip.
“Just math, thought about skipping school altogether, but I have tea to tell you.” Charles finished and took the Redbull back from Max’s hands.
“What if I lobbed it at George’s big annoying head?” He thought out loud.
“You better not.” Max said, yanking the Redbull from Charles’s hand.
“We have a GROUP project due next week,” Max said, exaggerating the ‘group’ part,
“And I'd like it if you actually worked on it for once so try not to get yourself kicked out of class again.”
The teacher walked in shortly after, George moving his chair opposite of Max’s desk so they could start working on their project.
“So, you gonna do any actual work today?” George said, annoyed glaring at Charles.
“Maybe if you stop being such an asshole.” Charles retorted glaring back.
“Both of you, enough.” Max said pushing a tablet towards Charles to keep him entertained and a physics notebook towards George so they could start their research. Charles grabbed the tablet feeling just slightly offended. Sure he was dumb, he knew this, but he could do research. Right? Actually maybe this was for the best, he thought and opened up some random youtube video to keep himself entertained. Charles didn’t pay much attention to the youtube video, his mind still reeling, after a while he decided to just pull up his phone and post something to his account. He scrolled through his recent photos settling on a photo of him and Max playing padel in Max’s garden the day prior. It was slightly blurry but it was for his private account so it didn’t matter much. He tagged Max and posted it, Max’s phone lighting up a few seconds later.
He saw Max open his phone and smile before typing something.
Max smirked and placed his phone down going back to his work. “Are you going to do any work today?”
George turned to Charles. “You know I don’t get why Max is friends with you sometimes, there’s no way your friendship is in any way benefitting him.” George sneered.
“Don’t ever talk to my best friend like that again and mind your own fucking business you condescending little prick.” Max said, getting angrier by the second.
“Mr. Verstappen, is there a reason I can hear you all the way over here!” Coulthard shouted across the room.
“Sorry sir,” Max said murmuring something under his breath before focusing on his work again.
After physics Charles left, deciding to skip the rest of the school day. George’s comment just confirmed his fears of how dumb he was. He grabbed his blazer from his locker where he threw it earlier and pulled it on. The streets of Monaco felt weirdly cold as he walked out of the school ignoring the receptionist who was glaring at him the whole time. He heads to the docks. He loved the docks; it was so calm there. The soft hush of people's voices passing by or talking on the flybridges of their multi-million euro megayachts.
He passed by their own yacht, opting not to board and instead heading to the edge of the dock. He sat down just watching the waves crash against the rocks in the distance. It’s not often he felt this calm, his mind always rushing with thoughts. But when he was by the water it all just seemed to stop. He laid down on the dock for a bit, feeling the sunshine down on his face and the cold wind tussle his hair. He doesn’t know how long he lays there for an hour or so before his phone starts to ring. His Papa’s caller ID shines on his screen. He picks up already knowing what his Papa wants.
“Charles, why did I just get a notification that you scanned your Marina card when you’re supposed to be at school?” Charles opens his mouth barely getting a word out before Sebastian continues.
“and don’t even try to bullshit me and say it malfunctioned because I had Toto calling me from his boat saying he saw you enter the marina.”
Of course it would be George’s father of all people who would ruin his peace. “I’m sorry Papa.” Charles says though it isn’t true at all. He’ll never be sorry about missing school; it’s not like he learns anything in it anyway.
“Head home Charles,” Seb says with resignation in his voice.
Charles murmurs some sort of agreement before he hangs up and pushes himself off the dock. His back hurts from the harsh wood he was laying on and he stretches a bit.
His chauffeur shows up at the dock entrance not long after, Charles sitting in the back seat. Sebastian doesn’t scream at him or try to scold him further once he finally makes it home knowing there’s no reason to as Charles will repeat this trick a few days later again. He walks past his Isa who just gives him a disapproving look but doesn’t say anything either.
The moment he gets to his room his shoulders sag down and he takes a deep breath. Seeing his parents slowly give up on disciplining him hurt more than if they just screamed. He knew he was too much to handle but it still hurts to see it slowly change his relationship with his dads. He knew they both loved him, but he could also tell they were slowly getting sick of him. He’d never blame them for it though, he knows it’s his fault, he’s surprised they even have the energy to still love him, considering how unlovable he is.
He feels a tear run down his cheek but quickly wipes it away, opening his TikTok to doomscroll instead. Tiktok doesn’t help much, the app showing him videos that kept reminding him of what he was. He hit repost on one of the videos not thinking much of it.
Charles stared at the message for a while. He doesn’t know how Max even noticed that fast, maybe he found the same video while scrolling. He thinks about what to reply for a bit, opting to lie, not having enough energy to deal with his emotions.
A few hours later he heard voices from downstairs.
“Hi, Max. I didn’t know you were coming around. I would have asked the cooks to prepare some tomato soup for dinner.” He could hear his Papa’s voice from downstairs.
“No need to bother Mr. Vettel, I just came to hang out with Charlie for a bit.” He heard Max reply. He already knew Papa must be scolding him for calling him Mr. Vettel again.
Max has been around his parents more times than he could count yet he refused to call them by their first names. He knew it was something about Max’s biological dad but that’s all he knew. Max barely ever talked about his life before he was adopted by the Rosberg-Hamiltons, and he knew not to pry.
A few minutes later he heard a knock on his door which was undoubtedly Max’s. He looked in the mirror making sure no one could tell he was crying earlier before telling Max to come in.
Almost immediately there was a dirty blond head peeking through his doorway. Max was holding a bag of his favorite snacks and a brown bag he didn’t know the contents of. Max plopped himself next to Charles, not caring about asking if he could as he basically lived in Charles’s room.
“For you,” Max said, placing the snack bag and brown bag in Charles’s lap.
“You didn’t have to Max; I told you I was fine.” Charles said yet there was no irritation in his voice.
“And I’ve been your best friend for long enough to know when you’re lying.” Max replied. Charles rolled his eyes but grabbed the brown bag peering inside. Inside was a soft Jellycat lion. Charles adored Jellycats, his king-sized bed being filled with them.
“I know George upset you earlier today and I want you to know that nothing he said about you is true.” Max said, “Now let’s watch Gossip girls.” Max said, grabbing Charles’s remote and turning on his comfort show. Charles felt warm inside knowing no matter how hard life was Max would always be there for him. He grabbed his lion and snuggled towards his best friend.
Max smiled fondly at Charles, covering him with a blanket and putting an arm around him periodically shoving a few Takis into Charles’s mouth. Charles fell asleep not long after the emotions of today drained him. Max simply got Charles comfy in the bed cleaning up the snacks they had and turning the volume on low, not turning the tv off knowing Charles hated when his room was quiet before heading down to have dinner with Sebastian, Kimi and Ollie. After dinner Max left to go home. Sebastian walked into Charle’s room placing a soft kiss on the boy’s temple before heading to sleep himself.
Up in the hills of Monaco lays the most expensive street on earth, so expensive only 6 elite families could ever afford to live there.
Or
An alternate universe where the drivers are billionaires and cause scandals up in the hills of Monaco.
Chapter 1
Max groaned softly, burying his head into his pillow trying to block out the early morning sun. He heard a soft knock on the door which was briefly followed by the door opening and Nico sticking his head through the gap. “Morning Liebling.” He said, sitting on the edge of Max’s bed and softly running his hand through the boy’s messy hair.
“Morning Papa.” Max said; his voice was still croaky with sleep. Nico gets up placing a final kiss on Max’s forehead,
“Head down soon Schatz, Lewis is making pancakes for breakfast.” The German says before leaving the room closing the door after himself.
Max takes a few more moments before reluctantly pushing himself up and out of bed. He leans on the windowsill looking down at the empty streets of Monaco. He was still getting used to all of this, living with Nico and Lewis. It’s been 5 years since he’s lived with Jos in their small Monaco apartment and yes 5 years is a long time but not in this case. It took him 3 years to call Nico Papa, and he still hasn’t managed to call Lewis Dad. He calls Lewis dad to his friends or when he’s asked about him but for some reason he can’t manage to say it to his face.
Not only did his whole family change his whole life did, but he also doesn’t live in a small apartment in the middle of Monaco anymore, he now lives on the most expensive street in the world up in the hills. He still sometimes gets lost in the grandeur of the mansion he now lives in with its marble staircases and never-ending rooms. He also had to switch schools he no longer goes to the public school down the road of his apartment he now goes to the International School of Monaco alongside the richest of the rich. That all he can manage is the fame that comes with becoming the son of the owner of one of the biggest fashion houses in the world and a top model overnight that he dislikes.
He’s thankful for the anti-paparazzi laws of Monaco because the second he steps anywhere out of the country he’s always bombarded with paparazzi. He’s pulled out of his thoughts by Lewis telling him breakfast is ready. He quickly pulls on his uniform making sure there aren’t any creases on it before running down the stairs and heading towards the kitchen saying morning to the house staff as he passes them. Lewis was flipping the final pancake when Max entered the kitchen.
“Morning Maxy, how did you sleep?” Lewis asked, putting some pancakes on the boy’s plate.
“Good, and you Lewis?” He asked as he grabbed his pancakes and sat down at the dinner table.
“Good as well, Maxy.” Lewis replied, placing a kiss on Max’s forehead before sitting down himself. The family ate their breakfast slowly, enjoying the stillness of the morning. After breakfast Max shoved his math notebook in his schoolbag and headed to the garage where his chauffeur was waiting for him in a Mercedes-Maybach S680. “Good morning, Adrien,” the dutchman greeted his driver as he clambered into the back of the car.
It didn’t take long to reach the school considering Monaco is quite small. The school gates were flooded with students heading to class. Max easily spotted the bright red Ferrari LaFerrari of his best friend Charles.
No one really knew why Max and Charles were friends. They were both so different; it would make more sense for them to be enemies. Max was a perfectionist. He was in the top set at his school the first time he joined it. He spent most of his free time studying and when he wasn’t studying, he was driving in F4. Max always wore his uniform; it was always ironed and smoothed down even though his shoes seemed to always shine to perfection. Charles on the other hand was messy so to say. He was always late to class, and his grades were always just barely above failing grades. Half the school was convinced the only reason he wasn’t kicked out yet was his parents more than generous donations to the school every year. Charles loved breaking school rules opting to wear the girls uniform instead of the boys which some of the teachers scowled at to this day though most have up on correcting him quickly learning it won’t change anything, Charles also insists on rolling his skirt up always complaining about how long they are.
“Chèri, thank god you’re back from your F4 race, I couldn’t handle another week without you.” Charles calls as he hangs himself around Max’s neck dramatically.
“I was only gone a few days,” Max laughs used to his friends’ theatrics.
“A week too long!” Charles says his Cartier necklace dangling around his neck, clinking against the Tiffany choker he was also wearing as he pulls Max towards the school building.
“You’ve missed so much Maxy Max; George is in a group with me and you for our physics project and he’s been annoying about it all week. He’s even more of an annoying nerd than you are.” Charles sighs dramatically.
“I’m not annoying!” Max says elbowing Charles in the ribs.
“Sure, sure Maxy Max.” Charles says in a sing Songy voice as he slips into his French class before Max has a chance to retort. The first bell rings and Max rushes off to his math class. The day goes by slowly, Max jotting down notes about things he already knows. Contrary to popular belief he doesn’t actually like school, he’s good at it sure but he absolutely hates it. He doesn’t have any shared lessons with Charles today except physics, but George had to ruin that lesson for him too, like everything in his life. George and Max had been rivals since the first day Max stepped foot in ISM. At first, they just butted heads in academics. Max was winning all the awards George used to win, causing them to fight to outperform each other; that academic rivalry slowly grew into a full-blown hatred.
George and Max couldn’t stand being in the same room as the others, always fighting when forced to. The constant fighting also caused their friendship group to slowly split into two. Max hated George for how stuck up the boy was. George’s parents were Susie and Toto Wolff, owners of Mercedes F1 and Mercedes Road cars.
The brit was adopted into the family when he was a baby, meaning he never knew anything but the incredible wealth he was raised in which made Max hate him even more.
Max was never poor growing up with a father in F1, but his childhood wasn’t great, so he didn’t grow up to be a stuck up posh to know it all like George.
The bell for lunch finally rang, and Max rushed out of class alongside his classmates. The lunchroom was a modern design with floor to roof windows that let in the sun. Max spotted Charles sitting at a table in the middle of the lunchroom surrounded by every popular kid in the school.
“Maxy Max!” Charles calls when he sees the dutchman approach with his lunch tray.
“Hi Charlie.” Max says, sitting next to Charles.
“How many times did you get dress coded today?” Max smirked, looking at the state of Charles’s uniform. His shirt is as always untucked; his uniform cardigan tied around his waist, his blazer nowhere to be seen. His skirt is rolled as high as he could get it, and there’s countless bracelets adorning Charles’s hands. Max just shook his head jokingly before getting back to his food.
Charles placed his head on Max’s thigh as he went to lie down on the canteen benches talking animatedly to the rest of the kids at the table.
School ended soon after, Max got home and threw himself into bed hoping to get some rest. He can hear Lewis and Nico having a conversation downstairs laughing along occasionally. He closes his eyes and falls asleep, not bothering to change out of his uniform.
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