DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the Fast and the Furious! I am making NO money and the only characters that are mine are Zorrida, Helenia, Miguel, and any others that weren't mentioned in the movies!

B.B.T.A.F.C.I.: Chapter 1: Off to L.A.

"I don't wanna go!"

"We have no choice, Lia, now get your butt in that car!"

"No!"

"Helenia!"

"No!" Lia sat down on the floor Indian style with her arms crossed and pouted.

"If you won't come willingly then you leave me no choice but to drag you by the hair into that car!" Zorrida took a step forward and made to grab her cousin's hair.

"Okay, okay! You win! I'll go just leave the hair alone!" Helenia stood up from the floor and dusted her short plaid uniform skirt.

"Can't we at least change from these uniforms! I feel like a freakin' Catholic school girl!"

"Well, honey, that's what you are."

"I know, but I don't want to look like one! I wanna be comfy and not worry that if I bend down I'll flash someone!"

"Tough. We gotta go. Plus the upside of moving is that we won't be going to a Catholic school. We go back to public school! WOOT!"

"Yeah, but think about what your dad is going to say when he receives our report cards."

"It's not like we don't have good grades."

"I wasn't referring to the grades."

"I know, but I'm hoping he can over look our…misconduct and be happy that we work hard. Come on, Nunzio is waiting to take us to the airport."

"Okay." Zorry locked her right arm around her sister's left the room they shared in the house of Zorrida's godparents, Nunzio and Maria. Zorrida Amaya Solla was the only daughter of Miguel Angel Solla. Her mother had died giving birth to Zorrida, so the only maternal figure she had was a now eighty something year old Italian woman who she loved with all her heart, but who was likely to die any year now; a thought which terrified Zorry. Zorrida Amaya Solla had waist length wavy light brown hair, green eyes, and was not as tan as a typical Puerto Rican. At 5'5 and 150lbs she was okay with herself, but always felt big when compared to the model type girls from her school.

Helenia Tatiana Jones had shoulder length dark brown curly hair, hazel eyes, and was half black and half Russian. Her father, who him self was half black half Puerto Rican, had died of a drug overdose when she was nine and her mother had abandoned her and fled back to Russia shortly after, leaving Helenia in the care of her husbands half brother, Miguel.

"Boun giorno. Come sta?" Nunzio asked as they entered the 'family' station wagon; Zorry in the front and Lia in the back.

"Che lei pensa?" Zorry asked him.

"Can we stick to English, please?" Lia said with a confused face.

"My English no so good looking. Mi dispiace." Nunzio uttered in his thick Italian accent.

"It's okay." Silence followed as Nunzio made a left onto 36 Street and headed towards LeJune Road and the airport.

"Where did Maria go off too?" Zorry asked after a while.

"She-a did not want to cry. So she gave you rosaries and blessed each of you last night while you slept."

"How sweet…I think."

"Well, she did tuck us in extra tight last night and gave us a kiss and a tight hug. Guess that was her way of sating goodbye."

"Yeah…" As Nunzio approached the airport, it finally hit Zorry that the she was about to leave only home she had ever known. Zorry eyes began to sting with unshed tears, but she quickly willed them away reminding herself that she had to get to change and be strong for Lia. She didn't want to listen to the little voice in her head that kept telling her she was afraid of change.

"Here-d we are." Nunzio made to get out the car when Zorry stopped him.

"We can go from here, Nunzio."

"No, bambina. I take you."

"It's okay. We only have our two duffle bags and they won't let you go in past the gate. Besides it's almost time for you to take you medicine so I want you to go straight home, take it, and then rest. Capisce?"

Nunzio knew saying goodbye was hurting her so he didn't argue further. As Lia went to get their duffle bags from the trunk, Nunzio held Zorry in a tight hug.

"I'll miss the both of you, my bambina."

"I know," Zorry replied in a strangled voice, her green eyes glistening with sadness. "I'll miss you to."

"Hey, just remember that it is okay to cry, eh. We see each other soon. No worries. Besides you call and write me. You need to improve your Italian." Nunzio smiled that sweet smile which always managed to calm Zorry down a little bit. Zorrida chuckled slightly and gave him another tight hug and kiss on the cheek.

"I love you, Nunzio."

"I love you too, my bambina." Nunzio stepped out of the car to find Helenia waiting for her goodbye.

"And you to, eh. Take good care of each other and write to me. You still need to learn Italian, eh." Nunzio pulled Lia into his arms as she giggled softly and tears rolled slowly down her cheeks.

"I love you, Nunzio."

"I love you too. Be safe and like I tell Zorry, we see each other soon."

"Will you come visit us in L.A.?"

"Oh no. I getting too old. My bones not how they were." He chuckled softly. Lia gave him a quick hug and peek on his cheek before walking to the other side of car where Zorry waited.

"Ready to go?"

"No."

"Same here. But I guess we have no choice. Zorry's eyes focused back toward Nunzio.

"Arrivederci! l'amiamo!"

"Dio la benedice," replied Nunzio with a slight nod of his head. He watched the two girls he considered daughters walk slowly into the airport. They turned around to wave one last time, and then disappeared completely. He was sad to see them go, as he knew Maria was, but it was necessary. He missed them already.

Helenia and Zorry had gotten through security and were now searching for the proper terminal. They found it and waited, not speaking. They both knew how the other felt and didn't need words to know that they shared the pain of separation.

Once on the plane, bags stored away, Zorry said, "I don't care what L.A.'s like. I plan on hating it."

Lia gave a watery chuckle. "Same. I miss Nunzio and Maria already… Why are we leaving again?"

"Because dad wants us to live with him again, help out around his "place of business" again, and basically be like we were before we came to Miami," Zorry explained for the hundredth time.

"This blows…" was the grumbled response.

"Amen. So, think there'll be any good-looking non-Hispanic guys there?"

"No."

"Okay. We agree then."

The girls had left at 8:10am Miami time and didn't arrive until 3:03pm LA time. Zorry, having for the first time flown on an airplane with Lia, had fallen asleep easily while Lia had been to nervous/excited to do anything but talk to the people around her (it was her first EVER flight). In the span of 3 ½ hours, she had managed to convince several people in the surrounding seats that she was a British orphan who was traveling with her long lost cousin twice removed to LA to start a band called the 'Cock eyed grannies'.

By the time the plane landed, Lia was twisting in her chair as if she had ADHD and kept pointing to shiny objects.

"You know, you really need help. I mean the 'hello, happy acres? I would like to reserve a room for a Rican who thinks she's a British Orphan and wants to start a band called the 'cock eyed grannies'. Oh, can I also reserve extra happy pills for her?' kind of help."

"Ouch. That is cold."

"Yeah, well, ever heard of tough love?"

'Yeah, but even I would be considerate enough to give you a rubber duckie as a companion in that happy acres hell hole."

"Fine, I'll give you a rubber duckie, but by you saying this it only proves that you do have mental issues."

"Whatever. I'm just unique."

Zorry just snorted. "Unique my ass." Slowly the girls got up from their seat with shaky legs and grabbed their two duffle bags from the over head compartments before exiting the plane.

"By the way, dad said something about working late at the garage so he was sending someone named Dom and two friends of theirs to pick us up." Zorry told Lia as she scanned the area looking for them.

"How will we know what they look like?"

"Dad said something about them lookin' like his typical friends."

"In other words they look like…"

"Street thugs." They said in unison.

"Damnit all to hell! And here I was thinking we had gotten away from them."

"Who are you foolin'? This is LA. If anything it has more 'thugs' than Miami. But on the upside they aren't Cuban machismo men….hopefully."

"Oh fuck!"

"What?"

"I think I found them." Zorry to the direction Lia was looking at and felt chills go up her spine as she saw the three guys Lia was indicating. The one of the left was a tall Hispanic looking guy about 19 or 20 with a small goatee wearing a blue jersey and jeans. The mans arms held visible muscle. Next to him was what appeared to be a bald man wearing a white tee-shirt and kaki pants. He was buffed up and had a small mustache and goatee as if he hadn't shaved in a few weeks. The last man in line was a fierce looking guy wearing a dark green wife beater and black jeans. Zorry and Lia looked at each other….

"Oh fuck is right."

These guys were hott! Keeping there agreement to hate any and all guys from LA was going to be hard. Zorry was the first to recover and pulled Helenia towards the guys. All three noticed the girls walking toward them and looked shocked for a moment, the one in the blue jersey smirking as he checked them out. The bald one was the first to recover taking a small stepped forward.

"You two Zorry and Lia?"

"Yeah, and you are?"

"Leon, Vince, and I'm Dom. Miguel sent us. Let's roll." Leon and Dom grabbed the duffle bags from both girls (Leon giving a wink) while Vince gave them a quick look indicating that they should follow and began walking behind Dom.

"Why do I get the feeling that we are royally fucked?"

"Because we are."

"What has daddy done!"

"Killed us with eye candy." The girls gave the guys a once over before following.

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Okay guys! This is the first chapter of Ball bearing Turbos and Four Core Intercoolers. BTW: Nuzio and Maria are my ACTUAL godparents and I am using them in this fic. My dad Miguel and Nuzio were friends since before I was born! Names like Zorrida and Helenia come from some family members of mine and I love their names so I am using them! Ask if you have any questions.

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