AN: This is my first attempt at a Fast & Furious story. I have been a fan since day one and will be a fan to the grave. Reviews & such are appreciated. Please enjoy!
SN: I do not own anything recognizably a part of the Fast & Furious franchise. I do own my OCs & anything not recognizably a part of the Fast & Furious franchise.
Character Description: Rayven Jones- 5'4, dark brown curly hair, hazel eyes, African American
You ever meet someone and y'all are instant friends? It's like y'all's meeting was fate or something. That's what it was like when I met my best friend Mia Torretto. Our friendship would ultimately change our lives. Would it be for better or worse? Good or bad? Only time will tell. For now I'm just along for the ride that is the friendship of Rayven Jones and Mia Torretto.
Chapter 1: That's My Best Friend!
"You goin home after school, Rayven?" Mia asked as we headed to the cafeteria.
" Yeah. Mom wants to talk." I replied while rolling my eyes. My mother always wanted to talk.
"Don't make that face. Just remember we have to start on that history project tonight."
"I remember. It's my excuse to not have to endure a long conversation with my mom. All she wants to talk about is her boyfriend and how I should get along with him."
"Why don't you get along?" Mia asked as we sat at our usually table with Mia's brother Dominic, his best friend Vince and girlfriend Lettie.
"Who isn't she gettin along with now?" asked Vince.
"My mom's boyfriend. And to answer your question, Mia, he's fake. He's all smiles and politeness when my mom's watching but once her back is turned he's a jackass."
"You tell your mom?" Mia asked not at all liking that I was being mistreated.
"Yep. She doesn't believe me. So whenever he's around I lock myself in my room or roll to your house. I love my mom and want her to be happy but her happiness is making me miserable."
"If you want...me and Dom can beat him up for you?" Vince said making me smile.
"Nah I'm cool but thanks for the offer, V."
"Well you're always welcome at our house. You practically live there anyway." said Dominic. It was true, half my closet was in Mia's room. Granted half her closet was in mine.
"Thanks, Dom. Just remember that the next time I'm eating the last off your food." I said laughing. The bell rung and we headed to our next class. Dom promised to be outside waiting for us after school which meant he was skipping the rest of the day. Sometimes Dominic Torretto was a bad influence.
The boredom that is high school finally ended and I met Mia at her locker so we could meet everyone else. "Should've skipped with you guys." I said sliding into Dom's backseat with Mia hot on my heels.
"Why?" asked Mia.
"Got hit on by a jock today. I'm about to start wearin a sign explaining my lack of interest in jocks." Everyone laughed. Dom pulled into the Torretto driveway and I hopped out to head across the street to my own house. When I walked in the house my mother and her boyfriend, Steve, were sitting in the living room waiting for me. I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Come and sit." My mother said patting the spot between her and Steve. Does she honestly think I'm sitting any where near him? I sat on the couch opposite them. How do you like them apples. My inner voice could be childish. "Steve's moving in!" Mom announced excitedly. I on the other hand wanted to throw up.
"Movin in where?"
"Here. My stuff's already in the garage." said Steve.
"Great! Just frikkin great! Bad enough I woke up this morning to him eatin the last of my Cinnamon Toast Crunch, NOW I gotta go to sleep every night knowin this jerk will be at the table the next morning eatin more of my cereal." I was livid!
"There's no need for name calling." My mother admonished.
"Whatever. I'm out." I said walking to the door.
"Did we say you could leave?" Steve asked.
"First things first. You're not my father and never will be. So there is no "we" when it comes to parenting me. There's just mom. Secondly, Mom, going to Mia's to start our project. If I'm not back by nine I'm staying the night." I heard Steve tell my mom that she needed to teach me to control my mouth. This new living arrangement was going to be hell.
I crossed the street to find Dom, Vince, Lettie and Mr. Torretto working on Mr. Torretto's race car. I know nothing of cars and have no interest in learning so I kept it moving into the house. Mia was in the kitchen making a meal when I walked through the back door. "So what did your mom say?" Mia asked as I dropped into the nearest chair.
"She moved the jackass into the house." Mia looked shocked.
"Well crap. That sucks."
"What sucks?" Dom asked coming into the kitchen.
"Crap! Make a sound next time, Torretto." I said with a hand over my heart. "And what sucks is the jackass has taken up permanent residency across the street."
"Your mom moved her boyfriend in?" said Vince out of nowhere.
"First Dominic now you. Y'all need to learn how to make more noise." Lettie and Mr. Torretto came in the house after Vince.
"You stayin the night?" asked Mr. Torretto.
"I don't know. Told mom if I wasn't home by nine I was stayin. I really don't wanna be in that house right now. Y'all know he ate the last of my Cinnamon Toast Crunch this morning?" Everyone laughed. Cinnamon Toast Crunch is my favorite cereal, to me, eating my last was equivalent to blasphemy.
After dinner Mia and I started on our project. I had time to go home but didn't want to so I stayed at the Torretto house. I was sitting at the table demolishing my second bowl of cereal (making up for the cinnamon goodness I missed yesterday) when Vince sat down. Vince mumbled a good morning while I gave him a head nod. By the time I was halfway through my third bowl Dom and Mia had joined us and Lettie was walking through the front door. Thirty minutes later we loaded up and headed to school.
It was a month since the jackass moved in and I was miserable as hell. I was snapping on everybody and everything. My teachers were sick of my attitude and calling the house every week which lead to issues with my mom which caused Steve to butt in. Steve butting in usually led to me going off and yelling at him which caused my mother to defend him sending me even further over the edge. I spent every free minute I could across the street. Mia and the crew were the only ones that didn't irritate me. The straw that broke the camel's back however came when my mother dropped the bomb that she was pregnant in my principal's office during a disciplinary meeting. The meeting was because I'd smacked some cheerleader who'd been ragging on me since the first day of school. I guess between the issues at home and having pent up anger I snapped. I don't think Mom meant to let it slip about her pregnancy but apparently the stress my behavior was causing wasn't good for the baby.
When we got home and Mom told Steve what had happened he just had to put his two cents in. When I locked myself (literally) in my room, Steve couldn't leave it alone. He kept banging on my door and yelling. I finally opened the door so I could go to Mia's and try to calm down. Steve grabbed my arm and slapped my face. I saw red. I punched Steve breaking his nose. Instead of being concerned with the welfare of her daughter my mother was worried about Steve.
I knocked on the Torretto's door, face flushed with anger and I was sure I had a red hand shaped mark on the left side. "What the hell happened?" Mr. Torretto asked when he opened the door.
"Steve slapped me. I broke his nose. Mom's more concerned with his welfare than mine."
"Stay here." Mr. Torretto said heading out the door and yelling for Mia to come downstairs at the same time.
"What the hell?" Mia said when she saw my face. I retold the story to Mia including the part about her dad.
"I hope dad kicks his ass. And good job with the nose. That's the best friend I know and love."
Mr. Torretto came back and said that he was taking me home to get my clothes. I was moving in with the Torrettos and apparently my mother hadn't protested. She agreed that it was in everyone's best interests that I move out. My mother was only that on paper. She signed all my documents that required parental signature but from that day forward Mr. Torretto became my parent in every sense of the word.