Disclaimer: I own nothing from Universal Studio's The Fast and The Furious,
however if you own Paul Walker or Vin Diesel feel free to share!!!! I do
however own Lauren, and if I see her character posted in any other story I
will be mad!!!! GRRRRR!
Chapter 1: Homesick
Shopping at Hollister wasn't a fun day out shopping for Lauren, it was her life! Not particularly Hollister, really anything involving clothing excited her, she was fashion crazed. So naturally, being a Saturday morning she was looking through the racks of her local San Francisco Hollister. Shopping had been her thing all her life. Her life on the other hand had been shit. From the eye of a spectator watching her life they would've probably wanted to be her, but the truth behind the fake glamour of her life was sad and probably unbelievable to anyone who knew, or thought they knew Lauren. The half Belgian, half Spaniard twenty-two year old girl seemed so happy and bright. But it hadn't always been that way. Her father, Pierre, was born and raised in France, her mother Manuela was born in Spain and had moved to Paris in her early teenage years. Her parents met when they were 16 and immediately got married and moved to Manhattan. Her father was the heir of more than 16 billion dollars because of her grandfathers budding vineyard in Southern France. In New York he worked as a stockbroker while her mother worked as a Chief Editor for the popular magazine Vogue. Lauren's life was perfect, up till when she turned 14. Lauren could remember it, that night was engraved in her mind. They were sitting at the dinner table eating Filet Mignon that Sonia, their cook had maid for them when her father suddenly looked up from his plate and said, "I am homosexual", then as if nothing had happened he took a sip from the goblet of Courvoisier that was in front of him. Lauren was emotionally scarred from the experience and even much more when her father ran off with her mother's brother. Lauren's father often wrote her postcards all about his "boyfriend". Her father and his "partner" moved back to the Southern France vineyard and Lauren stayed in her posh Lexington Avenue apartment with her Manuela, her mom. Manuela became an alcoholic and used liquor to "numb" her pain. One day when Lauren came home from her exclusive all-girls private school she found her mother on their kitchen floor with a bottle of Vodka in her hand. She was rushed to a hospital and immediately entered a coma. And 8 years later, her mom was still in the same hospital bed, still in a coma. As soon as Lauren turned 18, she needed to get away, so she moved to Los Angeles where she met up with the infamous Toretto street racing team. She lived with them for awhile. But then Dom, the father-like figure in the team decided to begin to highjack semi-trucks laden with DVD players, although street racing, Lauren's 2nd favorite hobby besides shopping, was illegal, it was only a misdemeanor. The truck heists could land the team in prison for years if not life. Lauren had been going out with Leon and gave Leon a tough ultimatum, either the truck heists or her. Although he loved Lauren the truck heists were a "team thing" and he couldn't just back out. So Lauren packed her bags and moved to San Francisco. Not a day passed by without her thinking about Leon, but she attempted to move on. She went back to living her posh lifestyle, and forgot about her real friends, the Toretto team, and focused on her new best friends, Louis Vuitton, Armani, Manolo Blahnik. Dolce and Gabbana. Her cute little beach shack matched her new found surfer personality her old life was completely erased, almost, she still had one memory, one object, one thing she couldn't bear to give up. Her Skyline. She and Leon had bought them together; hers was silver with pink and purple butterflies. It had been the car of her dreams all her life and even though it reminded her so much of her family in Los Angeles, The Torettos's she couldn't bear trade it in. She walked towards the Hollister cash register. The cashier guy rang up the items slowly. The pink tank top, the khaki cargo pants, the 5 tee shirts, the store's perfume, a pair of jeans, and a pair of flip-flops. "Two hundred-sixty one dollars and forty three cents" the guy said tiredly in a monotone voice. She paid with her American Express and they exchanged their "Have a Good Days". She loaded her bags into her car. She drove home, in desperate need of a nap. All of a sudden her cell phone rang; she looked at the caller ID. That was strange, it wasn't a San Francisco area code, the number read (323)555-6439. A Los Angeles area code, that couldn't be good. Los Angeles meant the Toretto's and if it was them calling then she wasn't sure whether she'd be able to talk to them without wanting to go back. "Hello?" a familiar voice questioned. "Hey Lauren, Its me Mia, I can't talk, phone might be traced........The truck thing went bad...Jesse and Vince are in the hospital...please come back...we're hiding...the "safe house"...Come!...Bye" Mia's voice had sounded sad. Lauren took a minute to register, truck heists had gone back, Jesse and Vince were in the hospital, and they ran to Baja, Mexico to hide in the "safe house". All of a sudden she realized that although she didn't support what they had done, they had always been there for her, and now she needed to be there for them. She entered her beach house and packed her clothes and shoes as quickly as possible, she grabbed her passport and her teacup Chihuahua, whom Leon had named Nissan. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a pair of Diesel jeans with her baby blue and navy blue Puma's and a navy blue tank top with a baby blue hoodie. She carried her small baby blue leather Coach tote, and stuck Nissan inside. Her shoulder length honey blonde hair was pulled up in a pony-tail her bright blue eyes suddenly looked very bright and alert. Her tanned skin gave her an angelic presence . She loaded her stuff into the car and as she began to drive south and out of Los Angeles she began to wonder why she was going, because they were family and she need to help them out she thought. She drove, and no matter how sleepy she was, she couldn't stop driving, she needed to be there. All of a sudden it hit her like a ton of bricks; she was still very much in love with Leon, but would he still love her? Well, she was about to find out, because she was pulling up to the Toretto's house in Baja, Mexico Author's Note: Ok that's my first chapter, it'll get more exciting-it won't be a sappy love story-I promise! Please review! Thanks! Fata di Scrittura(the writing fairy)
Chapter 1: Homesick
Shopping at Hollister wasn't a fun day out shopping for Lauren, it was her life! Not particularly Hollister, really anything involving clothing excited her, she was fashion crazed. So naturally, being a Saturday morning she was looking through the racks of her local San Francisco Hollister. Shopping had been her thing all her life. Her life on the other hand had been shit. From the eye of a spectator watching her life they would've probably wanted to be her, but the truth behind the fake glamour of her life was sad and probably unbelievable to anyone who knew, or thought they knew Lauren. The half Belgian, half Spaniard twenty-two year old girl seemed so happy and bright. But it hadn't always been that way. Her father, Pierre, was born and raised in France, her mother Manuela was born in Spain and had moved to Paris in her early teenage years. Her parents met when they were 16 and immediately got married and moved to Manhattan. Her father was the heir of more than 16 billion dollars because of her grandfathers budding vineyard in Southern France. In New York he worked as a stockbroker while her mother worked as a Chief Editor for the popular magazine Vogue. Lauren's life was perfect, up till when she turned 14. Lauren could remember it, that night was engraved in her mind. They were sitting at the dinner table eating Filet Mignon that Sonia, their cook had maid for them when her father suddenly looked up from his plate and said, "I am homosexual", then as if nothing had happened he took a sip from the goblet of Courvoisier that was in front of him. Lauren was emotionally scarred from the experience and even much more when her father ran off with her mother's brother. Lauren's father often wrote her postcards all about his "boyfriend". Her father and his "partner" moved back to the Southern France vineyard and Lauren stayed in her posh Lexington Avenue apartment with her Manuela, her mom. Manuela became an alcoholic and used liquor to "numb" her pain. One day when Lauren came home from her exclusive all-girls private school she found her mother on their kitchen floor with a bottle of Vodka in her hand. She was rushed to a hospital and immediately entered a coma. And 8 years later, her mom was still in the same hospital bed, still in a coma. As soon as Lauren turned 18, she needed to get away, so she moved to Los Angeles where she met up with the infamous Toretto street racing team. She lived with them for awhile. But then Dom, the father-like figure in the team decided to begin to highjack semi-trucks laden with DVD players, although street racing, Lauren's 2nd favorite hobby besides shopping, was illegal, it was only a misdemeanor. The truck heists could land the team in prison for years if not life. Lauren had been going out with Leon and gave Leon a tough ultimatum, either the truck heists or her. Although he loved Lauren the truck heists were a "team thing" and he couldn't just back out. So Lauren packed her bags and moved to San Francisco. Not a day passed by without her thinking about Leon, but she attempted to move on. She went back to living her posh lifestyle, and forgot about her real friends, the Toretto team, and focused on her new best friends, Louis Vuitton, Armani, Manolo Blahnik. Dolce and Gabbana. Her cute little beach shack matched her new found surfer personality her old life was completely erased, almost, she still had one memory, one object, one thing she couldn't bear to give up. Her Skyline. She and Leon had bought them together; hers was silver with pink and purple butterflies. It had been the car of her dreams all her life and even though it reminded her so much of her family in Los Angeles, The Torettos's she couldn't bear trade it in. She walked towards the Hollister cash register. The cashier guy rang up the items slowly. The pink tank top, the khaki cargo pants, the 5 tee shirts, the store's perfume, a pair of jeans, and a pair of flip-flops. "Two hundred-sixty one dollars and forty three cents" the guy said tiredly in a monotone voice. She paid with her American Express and they exchanged their "Have a Good Days". She loaded her bags into her car. She drove home, in desperate need of a nap. All of a sudden her cell phone rang; she looked at the caller ID. That was strange, it wasn't a San Francisco area code, the number read (323)555-6439. A Los Angeles area code, that couldn't be good. Los Angeles meant the Toretto's and if it was them calling then she wasn't sure whether she'd be able to talk to them without wanting to go back. "Hello?" a familiar voice questioned. "Hey Lauren, Its me Mia, I can't talk, phone might be traced........The truck thing went bad...Jesse and Vince are in the hospital...please come back...we're hiding...the "safe house"...Come!...Bye" Mia's voice had sounded sad. Lauren took a minute to register, truck heists had gone back, Jesse and Vince were in the hospital, and they ran to Baja, Mexico to hide in the "safe house". All of a sudden she realized that although she didn't support what they had done, they had always been there for her, and now she needed to be there for them. She entered her beach house and packed her clothes and shoes as quickly as possible, she grabbed her passport and her teacup Chihuahua, whom Leon had named Nissan. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a pair of Diesel jeans with her baby blue and navy blue Puma's and a navy blue tank top with a baby blue hoodie. She carried her small baby blue leather Coach tote, and stuck Nissan inside. Her shoulder length honey blonde hair was pulled up in a pony-tail her bright blue eyes suddenly looked very bright and alert. Her tanned skin gave her an angelic presence . She loaded her stuff into the car and as she began to drive south and out of Los Angeles she began to wonder why she was going, because they were family and she need to help them out she thought. She drove, and no matter how sleepy she was, she couldn't stop driving, she needed to be there. All of a sudden it hit her like a ton of bricks; she was still very much in love with Leon, but would he still love her? Well, she was about to find out, because she was pulling up to the Toretto's house in Baja, Mexico Author's Note: Ok that's my first chapter, it'll get more exciting-it won't be a sappy love story-I promise! Please review! Thanks! Fata di Scrittura(the writing fairy)