AN: Alrighty, I know that my summary and my title kinda suck a bit, read and review. This is just something I had on my mind for awhile, and noticed that there weren't enough Brian fics. Also, I know I don't make it clear here, but Brian is younger than he is in the movies. He went to police academy at 18, and because of his past in Barstow and his experience with cars, he was specially picked for the job in LA. So in my story, he's about 21-23.
Chapter 1: Normal For Her
Mandy Carlton sat impatiently in her biology class while Mr. Pinkles droned on about the anatomy of a frog. Please! Like I really need to know that! She let her mind wander to her favorite thing-her car. Her 1999 Nissan Skyline GT-R. She loved it, it was powerful and fun to race in.
Finally the bell rang, and Mandy jumped up and gathered her things. She made it out the door quickly and shoved her stuff into her locker, then made her way to the cafeteria. She took one look at the tacos then decided just to have a salad. She made one and sat down in her usual spot, opening a car magazine. Before long a teenage boy sat down across from her. She smiled as she closed the magazine.
"Hey baby", she greeted him.
"Hey Mands. How's it going today?"
"Shane! Come on man! Mands? I'll be fine if you stop calling me Mands."
Shane smiled and chuckled. "Alright. Hey, you wanna go out tonight?" Mandy sighed. She wanted to, but she couldn't, not tonight of all nights, tonight was the drift race, and she and her Skyline were almost unbeatable at the drift races.
"I can't babe. I gotta clean the house for my mom."
"Well, since your mom works nights, I'll just come over and help", Shane said, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way.
"Babe! You know I won't get anything done if you come. I like cleaning the house alone, it gives me time to think."
Shane sighed and gripped her hand under the table. "Alright, but we do need to go out sometime."
"Yes! Of course we do! Maybe tomorrow?"
"Sounds good to me."
They talked a little bit more, then the bell rang and Mandy went back to her classes. She stayed late after school for cheerleading practice. She loved the feel of her body being forced through the air, and her body was certainly worthy of the scanty outfit.
When she finished, she showered and walked out to her car. She grabbed the note stuck under the wiper. Tomorrow. Xoxoxoxo. She tossed it in her car as she got in and started it up, loving the way the turbo-chargers sounded.
When she got home, she found that her mother's car was still in the driveway. Her mother worked nights as an RN at the ER. She walked in and set her things down on the table that was already cluttered with miscellaneous junk.
"Mandy! Is that you", her mother called from the kitchen.
She walked into the kitchen and gave her mother a hug, then reached in the fridge for a Full Throttle.
"How was school?"
"Sucked. Like usual. Don't you need to be going mom? You don't want to be late again."
Her mother looked at the clock and swore loudly. Her mother looked tired, she usually did. She kept working 12 hour shifts and she seldom took days off.
"Yeah, I need to be going. Get yourself to bed at a decent hour."
Yeah, whatev. Mandy smiled and waved good bye to her mom. She watched as her mother pulled her car out of the driveway and drove off. Then Mandy went upstairs to get dressed for her night time activities.
She put on tight black leather pants, and black knee-high heel boots. Then she put on a black leather corset top. The torso part stopped right below her breasts, and the sleeve continued down her wrists and had a finger loop for her middle fingers. She ran a brush through her hair, letting it fall gently around her shoulders.
She smiled at her reflection, then grabbed her keys and left. She pulled up to the racing spot and parked her car on the start line. This kind of racing took place among teenagers, there were never adults here. Mandy couldn't wait until she could get into the adult racing scene. It would be way more challenging then, and she loved challenging races.
She revved her engine as the starter held up her arms, then slammed the gas pedal when she brought her arms down. This was normal for Mandy, this is what she lived for.