I just want to say that I have NOT given up on Heaven and Hell or Welcome To The New Age, I've just been pretty busy lately and as a thank you to my fans for sticking with me I wanted to give you this, it's gonna be a quick two- shot maybe three- shot so I hope you enjoy :)

I fidgeted lightly as I stood in line, pulling at my cropped leather jacket in slight frustration, like I always did. "Come on Candice, you have this. Just play it cool, pretend you're still in the streets" I mentally gave myself a pep talk, taking a few steps forward as the bustling line of people moved, I could out race any guy on the streets, be completely calm as I was held at gunpoint, but this, this I was freaking out over. I was finally getting to meet the one person who had indirectly made me who I am, the one person who I had seen as a role model since I was ten. Finally I was one person away, and the person in front of me would not shut up! Damn obsessive fans annoy me, I know what your thinking, "You modeled your whole life after this guy and 'you' hate obsessive fans?" Yes, okay, I did model my life after him, but that's only because he was someone to look up too. My ten your old self saw him as a god, and with muscles like that, he was a 'god'. By the time the third Fast and Furious came out, I had a serious crush and I knew exactly what I was going to do In life. I was going to be a street racer, and when my parents told me four years ago that we were moving to Miami, it only furthered my plans. The street scene down here was everything I could dream of and more, it was intense, crazy, and down right addictive. They were right about one thing, cars run in your blood, but in my case, I just needed someone to draw it out. I was brought out of my head as I felt someone lightly shove me forward, realizing with a slight blush of embarrassment that I had spaced out the person in front of me was gone, and there he was, in all his glory, muscle shirt and all. Vin Diesel, who right now was starring at me with an amused look in his eyes. Shit, great way to start this off, I walked forward hesitantly, clearing my suddenly parched throat as I went to speak, being cut off by the loud voice that belonged to the man who had shoved me. "There ya go chika, walk that fine ass up there" he yelled and finished it off with a slap to my ass. Now I'm not sure what possessed me to bend the greasy Mexican over Vin's table and berate him verbally, not the best first impression I could have made. "You put your god damn hands on me one more time and I will break them off" I growled, letting him go and watching him scamper away, probably to go find security, but there was a few thousand witnesses, so I wasn't worried. A small pink tint came to my cheeks as I heard the crowd cheer and clap lightly, hesitantly I looked over at Vin, to my utter surprise he was clapping along with them. As the cheering calmed down I brushed my long wavy dark hair behind my ear, it was now or never and I had to make this quick. "Hi" I said awkwardly, now berating myself mentally for how stupid I sounded, "How ya doing sweetheart?" He asked with a chuckle, dear god his voice sounded better in person then it did in the movies, it was deep and gravely but god did I have to suppress a shiver. "I'm good, sorry about the - that" I said pointing to the way that the guy had ran, trying to find the right words. "Not a problem darling, I like a girl who can protect herself" he said, waving it off and throwing in a wink at the end, I think my heart skipped a beat, or ten. "Alright, you got something for me to sign?" He asked, his lips tugging into a wide grin, perfect and straight white teeth. I think my heart just stopped, "Uh-no" I murmured, feeling the heat once again rise in my cheeks, "I just wanted to talk to you" I said, smiling shakily. "Well we don't have much time, there's kind of a couple thousand people that also want to talk to me" he said, chuckling lightly as he raised an eyebrow. "Oh- right" I said with a small nod, looking behind me at the sea of people, I looked back over at Vin, feeling a little bit of my confidence come back, I could do this, it's not like he would actually come. "Here" I said, grabbing his hand and a pen off the table, I tried to ignore how warm his hand was and how perfect it looked against mine, writing down the address I knew like the back of my own hand. I looked up at him with a small smirk tugging at my pink lips, "Come here, ten o'clock tonight, I'll show you what street racing's all about" I said, throwing in a wink as I sutured away in my knee high boots, had I turned around, I would have seen the shocked look on Vin's face and the amused look on Paul's..