AN: not sure where this one came from, sorry if I offend anyone with language. I do not own these movies or characters, if I did Vince would be alive. Let me know what y'all think!
Once, he was just her brother's best friend. The goofball who's life revolved around racing, guitars, once night stands, and shot contests with Letty. Sure he was a pain in her ass, but he was always there, standing in the shadows just in case some wanna be racer tried to take things too far, he'd magically appear to send the punk running scared. He was a constant ever since her brother brought him home after the first day of third grade. Then he would yank her pig tails and jump out of closets scaring her half to death.
By the time she was staring high school, she realized that maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought, til she caught him screwing half the cheerleading team over the short span of a month. Next thing she knew, the roles flipped—he was relentless in the corny pickup lines and blatant staring, but she held her ground, despite the muscles and tattoos, and overall decent guy he was, she knew it would end badly for her. Boy was he pissed when the new guy, Spilner showed up. And sure, maybe she did rub it in his face more than necessary. At the end of the day, new guy turned out to be an asshole, even if he did end up helping.
Through the fallout she saw a different man appear, the guy that once would've rubbed it in her face that he was right, was now solely focused on the fact that she was the one who ended up most hurt. They were drawn to each other, the only ones remaining in the disaster they created. Things were good, they were polite—her never yelling at him for the heists, and him never telling her how pissed he was to be second choice. Everything blew up one day, she screamed as she heard his engine driving further away and he released his anger as the needle on the speedometer raced towards its limits. It's not till almost a year later when she gets a postcard from Rio will only a phone number and a "in case you need-v" scrawled underneath.
Two years later, after a long day of talking to police and identifying her best friend's body and calling her brother, she digs out the postcard and dials, half expecting him to be long gone. To her surprise he answers, talking over the sounds of a woman and crying baby. As soon as she says hi he rushes to fill her in on his life, only to go silent when she breaks down crying, and tells him Let's gone. Months later, her and Brian are pulling up in Rio and she's not sure what to expect or what to say, until he picks her up in a bear hug and she knows things are okay between them. Just two weeks later he asks her to lean closer and kisses her on the cheek before he closes his eyes for the last time.
Its been a year since he died. She's become a mother and a wife, but for tonight, Brian has the baby. She sits on the beach, and looking into the black sky she throws back the shot of tequila, tasting it mixed with her tears, "Vaya con dios Vince."
