We're family.
I'm putting up this fanfic again, so it may be familiar. It was never finished, but I'm planning to make it just a few chapters and then start a Han fanfic. I'm not a the best writer so please be kind in the comments. Thank you for reading!
Disclaimer - I do not own Fast and the Furious, nor do I own the characters portrayed.
Letty's POV
The Toretto family have been in my life for as long as I can remember. Dom, Mia and their Dad, Tony live right across the street. Since Mia and I are around the same age we ours mothers used to set us up on play dates a couple times a week. We have been inseparable ever since.
Contrary to our opposite personalities, people are always shocked that we are so close, let alone friends. Mia was such a girly girl, who's room was packed with stuff animals and the creepiest amount of dolls that I've ever seen. I, on the other hand was a polar opposite. Being more of a tom boy I loved sports and cars. I would convince Mia to do whatever Dom and Vince were doing. Much to the displeasure of all 3 of them.
Dom and Vince are basically my older brothers growing up or at least we fought like they were. They never liked me hanging around when they would do 'boy stuff', but that argument was quickly over the day I threw a football at Vince in anger, and nearly broke his nose.
Even though Vince isn't technically a Toretto by name, Tony became a father of two boys the moment Dom and Vince became friends. They were just like Mia and I, totally inseparable.
We all work at Tony's garage. It's a small shop a couple of blocks from our houses. It's the reason I've become completely addicted to cars. From the day Tony opened shop, I've been learning. Even though I wasn't allowed to work on anything for a long time because I was young and it was apparently too 'dangerous'. It didn't bother me, I stuck around as much as I could. Until I turned 14 and started to work part time at the garage after school. Even though she didn't enjoy cars as much as the rest of us, she would still come to the garage and help out Tony with paperwork.
As I stare out my bedroom window I remember all the good times I've had with the Toretto's. They are more family than my own.
My actual family, Maria and Gino Ortiz are an interesting pair. Growing up we were happy. Family trips, sociable neighbours, BBQs, you name it. It was all great until the passing of Mrs Toretto. It hit both our families hard, but this was only the beginning. A few months later as the grief and heartache began to slightly lift and things began to look brighter again.
Life made a turn for the worse again, this time in our house. My father, my was thought to be kind, loving father left my mother for another women. My mum lost it, and began drinking her troubles away. As time passed things went from bad to down right horrible. My mother would be gone for days at a time and I'd was left to fend for myself.
Tony knew about the situation with my mum and always tried to make the best of it. Her being the only family I had in the U.S., Tony basically took me in as his own. I was always welcome to sleep in Mia's room anytime my mother was away. And it was always expected to have 3 meals a day at the Toretto's, no exception. This carried on for years and I finally started to feel like I had a real family again.
Being away from them for the whole summer was hard. But my grandma and Tony both agreed that I had a change of atmosphere. It's 2:30am and I just got home from my 3 month summer vacation in the Dominican Republic. 3 months of spending time with my grandma and my cousins at the beach was great. But I'm glad to be home.