Edited: 30-12-2016

I'm ready for qualifying. Max is already in the car and I'm sitting in my chair. The other two practices went well. Max finished 5th in today's last practice. Nico Rosberg crashed and they had to change his gearbox, so he has a penalty of 4 places. So if he finished first today, he starts from P5.

The first round of qualifying starts, and Max just needs to set a decent time, as it's usually the same ones getting out. Max goes out after Daniel, just doing a good lap.

"Okay Max, good lap, lap time is 1.07.131" I tell him. I don't hear anything back, but Christian says Max sometimes does that.

At the end of qualifying round 1, Magnussen, Palmer, Haryanto, Kvyat, Ericsson and Nasr are out. Max set a fourth time with Ricciardo on 9th. Rosberg had fastest time with Hamilton behind him and Vettel on 3rd.

Round 2 just started and both Mercedes' are out already. Some are following and I see Max's car soon after. Hamilton got a first place, with Rosberg soon behind him. Max is now setting his first time, which isn't great.

"P8 right now Max, for the second go, push a bit harder" I tell him.

"Didn't have much grip with these tyres" Max replies.

"Okay, do you need other tyres?" I ask him.

"Yeah, wanna try on the softs" he says. I reply to him first and then go to the team radio.

"Max needs softs for the second go, he doesn't have grip with the super softs" I say through the radio.

"Copy Jas" Marcel says. Ever since last practice, I've been hanging with Marcel and I really like to talk to him. He explains a lot what happens during the practices and stuff and we're on nickname bases.

Soon, some go out for a second go and Max goes as well, while Daniel stays in as he has a 4th time. Max does his outlap and his lap starts. I see his sector times getting better than his first one. He finishes his lap and puts down a 5th time.

"Fifth time Max, great lap, lap time is 1.06.866"

"Thanks Jasmin" he replies. Both Perez and Sainz failed to set a lap time, Alonso, Grosjean, Wehrlein and Guttierez are out as well. The last round is the most important one. Max needs to a good lap time to have a good start position.

Every car puts down a time but we all know they're going for a second round, so these times don't really matter. With only 2 minutes to go, Max goes out, which is quiet late.

"Max, push a bit, other wise you won't make it in time" I say. I don't get a reply. Rules are that if the flag is out and you crosses finish line, you are not allowed to put down a new time. Everyone is on time, the flag is out and on that moment, Max crosses the line, which means he's not allowed to set down a time.

"You were to late Max, make sure you make room for the other drivers who are setting down a time" I tell him and hope that not everyone is quicker this round. I keep seeing him being pushed down further, the more drivers put down times. When the last driver crosses the line, I sigh hard.

Hamilton has pole position, followed by Rosberg, Hulkenberg, Vettel, Button, Raikkonen, Ricciardo, Bottas, Max and Massa in 10th. Luckily, both Rosberg and Vettel have a gearbox change, which puts Max in 8th start position. Rosberg is pushed down to P6 and Vettel to P9. All the drivers are back in their garages and I just slowly make my way to Max's.

I walk into his garage, being met by his sad look. I wanted to be mad at him for not listening, but seeing his face, I kind of not want to.

"I'm sorry" is the first the the says to me.

"Why didn't you listen to me?" I ask him, before I can stop myself. He looks down.

"I thought I'd get there on time"

"But I told you that wouldn't be the case if you didn't pick up the pace" I tell him, still pissed. I'm trying to be as calm as I can be, I actually want this job and he pulls a stunt like this.

"I know and I'm sorry for not listening Jas. I really am. I just have to push tomorrow" I nod at him and just sit down, really trying to forget this. Max walks over to his engineers to talk stragegies for tomorrow, while I'm on my phone. Apparently, Max was on his phone as well, as he posted something on Instagram.

maxverstappen1 : Will need to push to the front tomorrow. #AustrianGP #keeppushing

I like the picture he posted and smile.

After Max talking to his engineers, we're both free to go back to the hotel.

"What about going out for a drink tonight?" Max asks me. I look at him and raise an eyebrow.

"No way in hell. You have a race tomorrow and I don't want you being tired and crashing or something, we'll just chill in the room or something" I say as we get in the car that'll bring us to the hotel. Max just nods and looks down.

"We'll have time to go out another time" I tell him and grab his hand. He squeezes it and nods at me.

"I know, it's sometimes just frustrating knowing that I can't ever go out on a saturday night in a race weekend" he says. I understand him, but I also think he should think about what he does. He's a Formula 1 driver, a job not many can do.

"Isn't laying in bed with me enough for you?" I ask him with a grin. He looks at me with a smirk.

"Depends on what we're doing" he says with a cheeky look on his face. I giggle at him and shake my head. I turn my head away from him.

"Looks like you're going to have to find out then" I say and look back at him. He moves his hand to my upper thigh and smiles down at me. I just giggle and look out of the window.

Half an hour later, we both lay on bed, watching some TV. This is basically what we've been doing for the past week or so. Just laying in bed and watching TV. I've been wondering why Max has never tried something. It has two sides. One is that I like that he hasn't, he isn't pressuring me into doing something I might not want to. The other side is that I want him, I want him to do something. But maybe he just needs a little push. I groan, catching his attention.

"What's up, babe?" he asks, turning his head towards me. I look at him, debating wether I should do something or ask something. I go for the safe idea.

"Do you find me attractive?" I ask him. Max starts laughing, but stops when he sees my serious expression. He does smile.

"Off course I find you attractive" he says.

"Then why haven't you tried or done anything other than kissing me?" I ask him, sitting up. He sits up to, right in front of me.

"Because I didn't know if you wanted me to and after the whole Shawn drama at the wedding, I didn't want to look like a complete asshole, trying something with you that you might not want. I know something might have happened as he said something about 'the Jake thing' that I didn't want to ask about either. I didn't know what to do, so I went for the safe side of it all" Max says. I nod slowly, completely understanding him. I guess I should've shown him that he could.

"Believe me, I really want to be with you like that, I just didn't know if you wanted that" he says and looks at me with a small smile.

"Do you want to know about the Jake thing?" I ask him.

"Only if you want to tell me, you don't have to" he says. I look up at him and see him looking at me with a look that makes me feel safe. He needs to know I guess.

"I think I want to tell you" I say. Max nods and puts the pillows against the head of the bed. He sits down against it and pulls me against his chest. He puts his arms around my waist. I do feel safe.

"So, before Shawn and I started dating, we were close friends. His best friend is named Jake. One night, when Eve, my ex best friend, Shawn, Jake and I were hanging out. It was supposed to be this double date. Shawn and I and Eve and Jake. At one point, we were hungry and we wanted food. Eve was the only one with a drivers licence and Shawn wanted to go with her. So I stayed behind with Jake. He was really nice to me, talking to me and helping me how to make Shawn like me and stuff. Without me thinking to much about it, he kept going closer to me. I didn't want to be paranoid and freak out, so I didn't. I thought he was just being a good friend. When he was close enough and I was not realising anything, he tried things. He tried touching me in places I didn't want to be touched. Not by him anyway. I tried to stop him, to tell him no, but he was obviously stronger than I was. He was so strong and I was so weak. He had torn my shirt down and had my pants open and access to anything he wanted. I was crying and he was laughing at me, calling me a little baby. Before he could undress himself too, Shawn and Eve came back. Shawn, being a decent guy back then, beat the living shit out of Jake. He was so nice to me back then that I fell even more in love with him, atleast, I thought it was love. He was so nice to me and he made me feel safe. Until he started to do the same thing, but I, thinking I was in love with him, agreed to everything. Until I figured out he was with Eve. They never went to get food, they just had sex in her car. But yeah, that's the Jake thing" I finish. I feel numb. I'm not even crying anymore. I can't. I've cried to often about him and I refuse to ever do that again. But maybe it is because Max is holding me and kissing my head.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you" he whispers.

"It happened and it doesn't bother me that much anymore. I just want to forget about it, you know" Max nods and I feel his arms tighten around me.

"How did you realise you weren't in love with Shawn?" Max asks. I smile, thinking about my answer. I turn around to look at him.

"Honestly?" Max nods, obviously wanting a honest answer.

"Because I figured out that being in love feels different, different than what I felt with him" I say. I hope Max catches on, but the look on his face says he doesn't.

"How'd you figure that out?"

"Because I am in love with you" I tell him. His eyes widen for a second, only a second, before he starts smiling. He leans forward and kisses me. He moves closer to me to kiss me with as much passion as he could possibly do. I kiss him back, instantly, putting my arms around his neck to pull him closer. He pulls me onto his lap and I put my legs around his waist. He puts his arms tight around my waist, while my hands move to his hair. I want to show him that I want him in every way possible. I move my hands to the end of his shirt, lifting it up. Max pulls away from my lips to take his shirt off. His lips instantly move back to mine and my hands move all around his chest, feeling his muscles. His hands start moving up my shirt as well. I take it off and his lips meet my neck. I move my head to the side so he has enough access. His lips move all over my neck and go down to my collarbone. I move his head up to kiss him again. He moves us around, so he is laying on top of me, holding himself up with his arms. But that's not what I want. I move his arms away so he lays completely on top of me. My legs are on either side of his body, as he's laying in between them. His hands move all over my body.
His hand finds the top of my pyjama bottums, that I had already put on. He looks up at me.

"You're sure, right?" he asks me. I just nod and pull his head back to mine.