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"Lando, you've been staring at Oscar since we got here. You could at least pretend to be eating your breakfast; I don't want to be dealing with hangry Lando later." Max's words seem to go in one ear and out the other. He rolls his eyes. "Oscar's biggest simp, yet you can't even talk to him." Max reaches over to steal a piece of his best friend's toast. Lando's reflexes kick in and he slaps the older boys hand away.
"Eat your own food mate."
"I did. You hadn't touched yours, I assumed you weren't hungry." Lando scoffs and takes a large bite of his toast. Oscar chooses that moment to lift his head and locks eyes with Lando. In a panic, Lando winks. They both turn bright red.
"Point proven," Max teases.
"I don't know what your on about mate," Lando refutes.
"Your crush on Oscar; it's as obvious as the sky being blue."
"I don't have a crush on Oscar."
"And the pope isn't Catholic. Look buddy I get it, if I was gay I'd be head over heels for Oscar Piastri." Lando's face turns an even brighter shade of red. He grabs his two bits of toast and legs it out of the common room. Max, unsurprisingly, is hot on his heels.
"Can you not joke about my sensuality in public?" Lando says, when they get back to their room.
"Sorry mate, I didn't realise it was a touchy subject."
"You just hit a bit too close to the truth for it to be funny." Max's eyes widen at Lando's sheepish words.
"So you do like boys? Good for you. Sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't tell me."
"Yeah, I'm, uh, bu, so yeah I still like girls. But once again you were right and right now I like Oscar."
"You'd be cute together."
"He's dating his roommate, the American guy."
"Logan? He's got a girlfriend."
"I'll believe it when I see it." Lando flops onto his bed. "Can we just drop it? I've still got to finish my history homework before first period."