This is the only disclaimer I will write. I do Not own any of the Fast and Furious characters and anything else you may recognize from the movie. There are some plot lines that are mine and there are characters that belong to me, but if you regocnize it from the movie it's not mine.

Fast Cars and Hot Romance

Chapter / Prologue

We're army brats and our dad has drug us allover the world we were born in Texas. We were there till we were three when we moved to Colorado. We lived there for about four years. When we were seven was when we first found street racing. We made friends with our neighbor; he was about 17 and took us to our first street race. That's when we fell in love. When he would race we rode in the back, he even showed us the basics; racing and car care. Everyone thought he was crazy because he took us with him, with the ten year age difference but we didn't care, soon they learned not to also. When we turned eight our moving started again. We moved all over the U.S. and Italy, Great Britain, Spain, France, Germany, and China staying for a month or less. When that was over we were 15 and in Japan. We got to school and made friends with seniors named Takashi and Han. They took us to races, Tokyo style. They told us we looked like kids in a candy shop the way we looked at the cars. Takashi was racing that night and we rode with him, well one of us did. The other got to know Han a little better. 

They taught us how to Drift and got us the coolest cars around. They were Chrysler Me 412's, cars that were still only prototypes. They were in the mafia so they could afford it. One of us was dating Han when we turned sixteen, Well Tori was, Nessa wasn't dating anyone. We stayed for five years, the longest we stayed anywhere, they said that they wouldn't drag us around any more and would let us roam free when we got to California. Tori tried to stay with Han, but dad pulled her away, breaking both hearts (Tori and Han).

This is where the story begins, well this story, in California one night.

Tori POV

We were driving around trying to find the street races in Cali, when we turned a corner and got really lucky. When we got there dressed in tight capri pants and spaghetti strap tanks (I had black pants white top, and Nessa had the opposite). We pulled in next to a lime green ugly ass car. I noticed that they were all waiting for someone, but hey ya do what you can. I looked over at my sister; we were identical to the detail. We each had long dark brown hair and baby blue eyes. You could tell the difference between us if you paid enough attention, Nessa was a good three or four inches taller than me, we're both petite, but I'm just shorter, like 4'10" unlike her who's like 5'2". Get my point.

Anyway we were in her Chrysler which was baby blue, and everyone kept looking over at us and the magnificent car. Then a group of five cars entered in a V shape. "Hey Nessa ya think it's the king of the streets down here?" I asked

"Honey even if it wasn't we're going over there." She replied

We walked over there when everyone was emerging from their cars. In the front was a built man with no hair wearing black. There was a girl wearing a see-through top with a black bra underneath it and a black mini skirt, a girl wearing pants and a tank, a guy wearing a jean jacket ripped vest and a beanie, one who was also wearing a beanie and 'gangster' like clothes and finally was the guy Nessa was starring at, he was kinda hairy and was wearing a muscle shirt with a netted tank over it. I jabbed her in the stomach and walked over to the girl in pants, "Hey when's the race starting?" Nessa asked quietly.

"Soon, my brother has to set the stakes for the night. Who are you; I've never seen you around before." She said

"Oh, I'm Vanessa Blake and this is my sister Victoria."

"But if you ever call me that I'll beat you, you can just call me Tori, she's called Nessa." I said glaring at Nessa.

"I'm Mia; my brother over there is Dominic Toretto, King of the Streets." She said in a would be appraisal voice

"Oh My God, never heard of him." Nessa said smiling.

Mia laughed and her pal started explaining to us more about how, it rolls here in Cali. So apparently Dom or Dominic was head honcho. His team had three other guys and Letty and Mia. They guys were Leon, Vince, and Jesse. Jesse was the 'baby boy'. She had gotten that far when someone had looked over at the baby blue Chrysler, "Damn, whose car is this?" he was some tall ugly African American guy.

"That'd be mine." Nessa said

"…And your name is?" the Blondie who owned the green thing next to us asked.

"Vanessa Blake. My sister Victoria is here too. We came to watch the races, for tonight anyway. We may race another day…"

"…but tonight we don't wanna bruise any of your very large egos." I finished for her stepping forward."

"You must be the sister." Dom said.

"I am the sister, aren't you observant."

"Let's get this party started anyway." Nessa said hopping into the driver's seat of her car and me in the passenger with everyone following our example. Tonight's race better be good. Otherwise buy-bye Cali, I wasn't going to waste time on bad racing.