Yo my peeps!!!...

If your reading this, then my I say 'THANK YOU!!!...' And hopefully your interested enough to read on further! *crosses fingers.*

So, this is my 1st fanfiction! Well, not my '1st' 1st, but definitely the 1st I've posted on ! lol

ANYWAY- I know my spelling/grammar is way off, and if you find any flaws please do not blame my (amazing) Beta 4eversmile! She's the best and is GREAT at her job, so blame me and my lack of grammar usages! lol. So I saw Tokyo Drift a few days ago on TNT, and have been planning on writing a Han/OC, on account of the lack of them around here-and because Sung Kang (Han) is like the hotest guy EVER.

So I hope you enjoy this!

AND THE SHOW WILL GO ON!!!....................(draws back red curtain) =D

Jett's Mood Music: There's gotta Be More (To Life), by Stacie Orcino

Tokyo! I still couldn't believe it. I mean I was never the kind of girl who was 'exotic' or quite frankly even interesting- I was just...there. I mean Tokyo wasn't exactly the kind of place I was used to living in. I was used to Tennessee trailer parks, or split-level shacks back in New Mexico. Nothing beautiful, or as graceful, as Tokyo was. It was still a shock to me!

Three days ago, I started packing up my stuff for the great move to Japan. From living with Sharyl and her drunk excuse for a second husband, to living with my Aunt Laurie and my Uncle Rick. They weren't blood relatives, but they were old friends with my dad. And that was definitely good enough.

You see, my dad passed away a few years ago- from a car accident nonetheless. The ironic thing was that he was a mechanic. He rebuilt and modified cars for my real Uncle, let's just say they had a 'business' together. My Uncle would (illegally) race cars, and my dad would fix them. I was close with my dad, I still remember the long days together that we spent in the shop as if they were yesterday. He taught me how to put together a 74 Challenger, and how to drive when I was only seven! Way back- when my mom was actually a good person and actually cared about me- she would chase after me as I drove across our yard. Never really catching up, because I could never go under 92 MPH. Thankfully no one got hurt, well, maybe that cat?...but how was I supposed to know he was going to walk into the road like that?

So once my dad died, I was left with Sharyl, the woman I would no longer call mom. Who left for 'work' around four or five in the morning, leaving me home by myself and then finally coming back home drunk and passed out on the living room floor. The only happiness I gained was from working in my older cousin's garage. He was the best, and was more like an older brother to me then a cousin. He'd always bring me to the street races, letting me watch as the sleek cars zoomed by at impossible speeds. We would hangout all the time; until he started getting in trouble that. He just made the wrong kind of deals with the people. Got sent to jail a few times and then eventually getting caught up in the gangs.

Later on Sharyl married Drew, an abusive drunk who didn't seem to have a problem with knocking us around. Without anywhere to escape to, he became a real pain in the neck and I wasn't about to go down without a fight. So it wasn't long before our neighbor reported us for disturbing the peace, and I was sent away to live with the only people who really cared about my welfare.

My hands trembled as I contemplated how crowded my new school was, I wasn't doing quite well with the whole take off your shoes and walk around with slippers thing, but I guess I had no other choice but to deal. Thankfully, lunch didn't involve little slippers two sizes to small, but it did involve more claustrophobia, and a stinky, squishy, mystery food I assumed was sushi. I hated fish, so I just stuck with something that looked like pasta. I'm such an American...

I huffed, passing through tight isles in the cramped cafeteria squeezing my body between a girl and a guy who looked deep in conversation. I plopped down on an empty seat, poked my chopsticks at the mystery substance, and decided I wasn't hungry, sliding my try forward I sighed. Things weren't turning out so well. "Hey, you gonna eat that?" somebody asked from across the table. I looked up and a black kid with a white do-rag over his head was the one who asked. "Twinkie," he smiled, reaching over and giving me an outreached hand.

"Jett. And to answer your question, no," I took his hand, and laughed.

"You mind if I?" he pointed his chopsticks to my plate, and I passed it on. "Knock yourself out," I chuckled.

"So? Where you from?"

"Originally? Uhhmm..." I took a sip of my green tea; it was probably the only thing I was eating that I actually knew what it was. "Tennessee. But I was originally, originally, from New Mexico..."

"Cool. So is Jett your real name or?..."

I shook my head, making a little giggle. "Is Twinkie your real name?"

"Nahh, but I'd rather keep my secret identity on the DL, if you know what I mean?" he chuckled leaning in a bit. I decided that I liked Twinkie; he was funny and the only person here who I really understood. You see, I told you! I'm such an American!

"No, it isn't my real name-but it might as well be," I laughed again, but I noticed he looked confused. "My real name is..." I cringed. "Darla...but my dad named me Jett," I tried to contain my joy, I always felt prideful when I spoke about my dad and the origin of my name.

"Cool," he smiled, sloshing around the watery type of food that he absorbed with a spring roll type thingy. "So how'd a pretty girl from Tennessee get here?"

I shrugged, "parent issues..." I stopped looking into my cup. He looked uncomfortable realizing what I meant, but he finally smiled again.

"Don't we all?"

Lunch went by pretty fast and I came to the final conclusion I definitely liked Twinkie, he knew how to make me laugh. Thankfully, we had Algebra together, so I didn't feel totally lost in the new school when we left class together.

"So... Do you have any plans tonight?" He awkwardly asked, shoving his hands in his pockets slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" I chuckled. "I'm a little slow."

"Well, tonight we have a..." he thought for a minute looking for the right words. "Well, we go to these races...And I thought...you know, since you know cars that?...I donno you would want?-"

"Yes, Twink-I'd love to go., I laughed, I had no clue where he was planning on taking me- but it didn't matter Rick and Laurie wouldn't mind as long as I had a great first day. "What should?" I froze, my sentence being cut off by the last bell. I instantly thought of something clever and flirtatious, pulling out a pen and a scrap piece of paper. I told him to turn and wrote my number and address on his back. "Pick me up around nine." Then I walked away...

Yeah, Jett- you're sexy smooth...