Disclaimer: Do you people honestly think that I would be writing if I owned Jesse, Dominic, Leon, and Vince? (Yeah, I probably would be…) Anyway, I don't own anyone from TFATF, except for Rogue, and I'm just using the aforementioned men for my own fun.

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Hey people, I've created an AU. That means…Dominic and Rogue got together when she was 17 and he was 21, they were in love, and as far as boyfriends went, Dom was a saint (except for when he crossed her on her monthly rampage). How could Dom Toretto, the player, be such a good boy when it came to Rogue? He learned from his mistakes with Letty, the girl he'd been with since 16 up until 20. However, everything went sour after the truck heists, and Dominic is thrown into a whirlpool of sex with the wrong girl, love with the right girl, and just plain confusion (poor baby, you know we love you, Dom).

Quick Note: Letty wasn't there for the heists and the story starts three months after. J

Oh, and Jesse's fine, after a two-month coma, Vince is okay, but he still gets pains in his arm, Leon's just dandy now that Jesse's okay, and Mia is currently dating…*mutter and cough*

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Even as I walked out, I knew I'd done the wrong thing. We'd done the wrong thing. I was so stupid to just leave him, to let him leave me, but I guess you just can't take back the things you've done, can you?

I knew deep down in my heart that jacking trucks was quite possibly the worst way to make money, but there it was: money. He was putting Mia through college, wasn't he? He was taking care of the team, and, hell, there was something in it for me, besides the worrying. Dominic Toretto, my god of a boyfriend, was talking marriage. He'd tell me, on occasion, that he'd been looking at the cost of an average wedding ($22,000) and I kept thinking that that's a little bit less than he gets from his share of taking part in the heists. I didn't like what he was doing, but I did like what he was doing it for. So I consented.

Worst idea ever.

The last job was done after the cop had squirmed his way into Mia's bed and Dom's good graces. For the record, I didn't really like him- he was too perfect looking. Eye candy like that is bound to have a sour inside. So I was with Vince all the way. Anyway, like I said, it was the worst thing to ever let him do the heist. I could've put my foot down, but his Mexican beach dream sounded so good…

To make a long story short, V landed in the hospital, along with Jesse, Leon wouldn't talk until his little brother got out of his coma (which he did, last month, thankfully), and Mia was heart broken when she discovered Brian's little secret.

Now then, back to the moment where I was experiencing brief heartache and chest pains. Opening the door to my black Skyline, I slipped the key into the ignition and felt the car purr it's way to life. Sitting still for a second, I watched the door that I'd just walked through. Dominic wasn't coming after me. He understood what I'd been going through for those three months. Everything felt wrong to me. I threw my head back against the seat and growled. I missed him already, but I'd already signed the contract for my new apartment, I'd already packed my things. I refused to be wishy-washy in this type of situation, and I would have to be strong and learn how to live without a Sex God in my life (and bed).

Sighing, I pulled out of the driveway and whispered my goodbyes to the only people I knew in Los Angeles. Goodbye, lovely family. Hello, new and scary world.

I kind of wished that Dom would snatch me back up from my pitiful state, exactly two miles down the road from him. I loved speed, but I was going at 15 miles an hour in order to stay as close to him as I could for the time being.

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I know it's different, now tell me something I don't know…