Caught Inside
By: KBelle
Chapter One
Mercedes Toretto hurried out to her car. Looking at her watch, she threw her surfboard into the back of her blue Jeep Wrangler. "Shit," she said to herself as she realized she was going to be late. Looking in her bag, Mercedes double-checked that she had everything.
"Sunscreen, towel, wax, and sandals," she listed aloud as she went over everything to make sure it was accounted for. There wasn't anything worse than showing up to the beach missing an essential. Dressed in her hazel green halter bikini, which matched and accented her eyes, Mercedes jumped in the front seat of the Jeep and pulled out of the driveway.
A few seconds later, Mercedes pulled up to the front of the third house down from hers and honked the horn quickly. A blonde hair, blue-eyed boy came hurrying out of the house. Throwing his surfboard in the back of the Jeep along with his towel, he asked, "What the hell took you so long, Sadie?"
"Shut up, Brady and get in," Mercedes smirked as she flicked her sunglasses down from atop her head and over her eyes. The boy hopped in the front passenger seat and they continued down the street.
Brady and Mercedes were best friends. Ever since around the age of seven, the two had been inseparable. Although they did not attend the same high school, they spent every available waking second together. Brady was the one who had introduced Mercedes to the surfing world. He had been the one who taught her and continued to help her improve. Sadie was Brady's special nickname for her. No one else called her that and they dared not.
After a short car ride, Mercedes pulled her Jeep into a somewhat crowded parking lot. Parking, they got out, collected their gear out of the car, and headed towards the surf and sand before them.
Chapter Two
Walking up the back door steps, Mercedes laid her surfboard against the house before she entered. Once in the kitchen, she saw her sister Mia cooking. Her back was turned, so Mercedes tried to shut the door as quietly as possible.
"Nice try Ceds," Mia commented not turning around. "Take a quick shower, get dressed and come down for dinner."
Sighing and lowering her head with a smile, Mercedes hurried upstairs to do as she was told.
Running down the steps and jumping down the last three, Mercedes returned shortly to the kitchen in black shorts, a teal tank top, and her long, dark brown, wet hair in a ponytail. Picking up a few prepared dishes, she carried them outside to the picnic table that everyone was gathered around.
"Yo, Ceds! What's up surfer girl?" Leon asked with a smile as he handed out napkins.
Smiling, she answered quietly and simply, "Same shit, different day," throwing in a playful smile. "What about you?"
"I met this girl at the garage today when she brought her car in to get some work done. Her name's Kelly and she's SMOKIN!! I think I'm gonna ask her out when she comes to pick it up," Leon smiled from ear to ear. Mercedes nodded and just giggled to herself.
Everyone sat down in his or her seat around the picnic table. Mercedes took her seat in between Dom and Letty. Dom looked at Mercedes then bowed his head and closed his eyes. Mercedes said a short grace and everyone began to eat.
During dinner there was much talk among Letty, Dom, Vince, Leon, and Jesse about the day's work, cars, and racing. Mia joined in every now and then as well. Mercedes ate quietly and just observed the conversation from the outside.
"Speaking of new cars," Dom interjected, "What do you think about a new car for your 18 birthday coming up in a couple months, Ceds?" He turned to his youngest sister and smiled.
"But I like my Jeep," Mercedes answered simply, taking a sip of her water.
"Yeah. but come on, Ceds!" Vince started in. "That's a hunk of junk! I bet it barely reaches 80!"
"I don't care." she retorted defensively. "I like my Jeep and I don't want another car. Besides, me and Brady's surfboards wouldn't fit in one of the cars you would probably get me anyways."
Dom sighed, shook his head. Looking up he first locked eyes with his friend and pointed a finger at him as he reprimanded him. "First off Vince, just because she were to own a fast car, doesn't mean she'd have to drive it that way.
Turning to look at his sister, he continued. "And second, I was just offering, Mercedes. I thought a new car might be a nice birthday present," he said a bit dejected.
Dom had hated buying that Jeep for his sister on her 16th birthday. He despised it actually! It was a blue Jeep Wrangler with a soft top that could be taken off. It wasn't a racing car by any means. Dom had wanted his sister to have a car similar to everyone else's on the team. But Mercedes had stressed that she didn't wanted one. He then tried to convince her to let the team work on her Jeep and sup it up a bit. Mercedes threw a fit at this idea, threatening death to anyone who touched her car or changed it one bit. That had been the end of that conversation. No one ever asked again.
Dinner continued with the mindless chatter of cars and racing. Mercedes continued to sit quietly, answering the few questions about school and that day's waves as they came. When dinner was done, dishes washed and put away, she headed up to her room and closed the door.
Chapter Three
Around 10 o'clock that evening, Dom knocked on his sister's door. "Come in," he heard from within. Opening the door, he saw Mercedes lying on her bed; books spread everywhere as she worked on math homework. Not looking up from her work, she asked, "What's up?"
"Hey, I just came in to see how the homework was coming along?" Dom asked.
"Fine," she answered dryly without looking up or stopping from writing.
"Need any help?" Dom asked.
"No thanks."
"Um. ok then." Dom said awkwardly. "Well. the boys, Letty, Mia, and I are heading to the race. Any interest."
"Nope," Mercedes answered cutting off the question. She knew what it was going to be. Any interest in coming with us to the race tonight? She had no desire to become involved with the street-racing world. She actually had never even seen her brother race. And honestly never wanted to. Watching her father crash and burn to death was trauma enough for a teenager. The possibility of witnessing her brother repeat history was not on her list of things to do in her life.
"Alright," Dom sighed as he slightly shook his head in frustration. He had tried. yet again! "Just call my cell if you need anything, Ceds," he added as he walked over to the bed and kissed Mercedes on her head.
A few minutes later Mercedes heard the team load up and roll out, squealing tires and all.
By: KBelle
Chapter One
Mercedes Toretto hurried out to her car. Looking at her watch, she threw her surfboard into the back of her blue Jeep Wrangler. "Shit," she said to herself as she realized she was going to be late. Looking in her bag, Mercedes double-checked that she had everything.
"Sunscreen, towel, wax, and sandals," she listed aloud as she went over everything to make sure it was accounted for. There wasn't anything worse than showing up to the beach missing an essential. Dressed in her hazel green halter bikini, which matched and accented her eyes, Mercedes jumped in the front seat of the Jeep and pulled out of the driveway.
A few seconds later, Mercedes pulled up to the front of the third house down from hers and honked the horn quickly. A blonde hair, blue-eyed boy came hurrying out of the house. Throwing his surfboard in the back of the Jeep along with his towel, he asked, "What the hell took you so long, Sadie?"
"Shut up, Brady and get in," Mercedes smirked as she flicked her sunglasses down from atop her head and over her eyes. The boy hopped in the front passenger seat and they continued down the street.
Brady and Mercedes were best friends. Ever since around the age of seven, the two had been inseparable. Although they did not attend the same high school, they spent every available waking second together. Brady was the one who had introduced Mercedes to the surfing world. He had been the one who taught her and continued to help her improve. Sadie was Brady's special nickname for her. No one else called her that and they dared not.
After a short car ride, Mercedes pulled her Jeep into a somewhat crowded parking lot. Parking, they got out, collected their gear out of the car, and headed towards the surf and sand before them.
Chapter Two
Walking up the back door steps, Mercedes laid her surfboard against the house before she entered. Once in the kitchen, she saw her sister Mia cooking. Her back was turned, so Mercedes tried to shut the door as quietly as possible.
"Nice try Ceds," Mia commented not turning around. "Take a quick shower, get dressed and come down for dinner."
Sighing and lowering her head with a smile, Mercedes hurried upstairs to do as she was told.
Running down the steps and jumping down the last three, Mercedes returned shortly to the kitchen in black shorts, a teal tank top, and her long, dark brown, wet hair in a ponytail. Picking up a few prepared dishes, she carried them outside to the picnic table that everyone was gathered around.
"Yo, Ceds! What's up surfer girl?" Leon asked with a smile as he handed out napkins.
Smiling, she answered quietly and simply, "Same shit, different day," throwing in a playful smile. "What about you?"
"I met this girl at the garage today when she brought her car in to get some work done. Her name's Kelly and she's SMOKIN!! I think I'm gonna ask her out when she comes to pick it up," Leon smiled from ear to ear. Mercedes nodded and just giggled to herself.
Everyone sat down in his or her seat around the picnic table. Mercedes took her seat in between Dom and Letty. Dom looked at Mercedes then bowed his head and closed his eyes. Mercedes said a short grace and everyone began to eat.
During dinner there was much talk among Letty, Dom, Vince, Leon, and Jesse about the day's work, cars, and racing. Mia joined in every now and then as well. Mercedes ate quietly and just observed the conversation from the outside.
"Speaking of new cars," Dom interjected, "What do you think about a new car for your 18 birthday coming up in a couple months, Ceds?" He turned to his youngest sister and smiled.
"But I like my Jeep," Mercedes answered simply, taking a sip of her water.
"Yeah. but come on, Ceds!" Vince started in. "That's a hunk of junk! I bet it barely reaches 80!"
"I don't care." she retorted defensively. "I like my Jeep and I don't want another car. Besides, me and Brady's surfboards wouldn't fit in one of the cars you would probably get me anyways."
Dom sighed, shook his head. Looking up he first locked eyes with his friend and pointed a finger at him as he reprimanded him. "First off Vince, just because she were to own a fast car, doesn't mean she'd have to drive it that way.
Turning to look at his sister, he continued. "And second, I was just offering, Mercedes. I thought a new car might be a nice birthday present," he said a bit dejected.
Dom had hated buying that Jeep for his sister on her 16th birthday. He despised it actually! It was a blue Jeep Wrangler with a soft top that could be taken off. It wasn't a racing car by any means. Dom had wanted his sister to have a car similar to everyone else's on the team. But Mercedes had stressed that she didn't wanted one. He then tried to convince her to let the team work on her Jeep and sup it up a bit. Mercedes threw a fit at this idea, threatening death to anyone who touched her car or changed it one bit. That had been the end of that conversation. No one ever asked again.
Dinner continued with the mindless chatter of cars and racing. Mercedes continued to sit quietly, answering the few questions about school and that day's waves as they came. When dinner was done, dishes washed and put away, she headed up to her room and closed the door.
Chapter Three
Around 10 o'clock that evening, Dom knocked on his sister's door. "Come in," he heard from within. Opening the door, he saw Mercedes lying on her bed; books spread everywhere as she worked on math homework. Not looking up from her work, she asked, "What's up?"
"Hey, I just came in to see how the homework was coming along?" Dom asked.
"Fine," she answered dryly without looking up or stopping from writing.
"Need any help?" Dom asked.
"No thanks."
"Um. ok then." Dom said awkwardly. "Well. the boys, Letty, Mia, and I are heading to the race. Any interest."
"Nope," Mercedes answered cutting off the question. She knew what it was going to be. Any interest in coming with us to the race tonight? She had no desire to become involved with the street-racing world. She actually had never even seen her brother race. And honestly never wanted to. Watching her father crash and burn to death was trauma enough for a teenager. The possibility of witnessing her brother repeat history was not on her list of things to do in her life.
"Alright," Dom sighed as he slightly shook his head in frustration. He had tried. yet again! "Just call my cell if you need anything, Ceds," he added as he walked over to the bed and kissed Mercedes on her head.
A few minutes later Mercedes heard the team load up and roll out, squealing tires and all.