So I've never written for Dom and Letty before, but I have been shipping them for a while. Since F8 came out I've been rewatching the movies, and I have basically become obsessed with them! I have read so much Dotty fanfiction but havent been inspired, until today. I was going through some old music of mine, and "Seventeen Forever" by Metrostation came on, and Dom and Letty popped in my head. I decided to make this story a 4 chapter story, starting when Letty is 15 and Dom is 22 and ending with Letty being 17 and Dom being 24. This is the first chapter, focusing on the first verse of the song. Letty is 15, Dom is 22. I hope everyone enjoys and feedback is always welcome!

You are young and so am I.

And this is wrong, but who am I to judge

You feel like heaven when we touch

I guess for me this is enough

Dom looked up from the car he was working on towards the laughter. Before six months ago, the garage stayed relatively quiet, other then tools clanking to the ground, engines roaring, and exasperated sighs. That all changed one a Friday night at the races, when the beautiful laughing latina in front of him made her first appearance in his life. Dom remembered the night clearly, playing the memory in his head like a movie.

It was hot and dry, like most September nights, and when he left his car, he felt the perspiration building on his bald head. As he got out of his car, he saw the other car pull up next to him, and walked to the passenger side opening the door for Mia. She nodded in thanks, as Vince walked to her side, angrily eyeing all the guys who began staring at his beautiful little sister. Dom appreciated his anger, but felt a twinge when Vince put his arm around her shoulders possessively. Mia rolled her eyes and shrugged his arm off as she scanned the crowd behind him. He was scanning the crowd as well, looking at all the scantily clad racer chasers, when his little sister squealed and pushed past him. Dom turned as she walked towards a girl that looked to be about her age. At first he couldn't really see her, as his sister enveloped her in a hug, but as Mia pulled away he was able to examine her. She was about average height, but still shorter then his sister. Her hair was dark, almost black, and was almost straight with a slight curl at the end. Her eyes were a dark brown and she wasn't wearing any make up, that he could tell at least, but he thought she didn't need it. She wasn't pretty like the other racer chasers, she was exotic and tan and breathtaking, because in that moment Dom had to mentally tell himself to breath. She was young but she had a body like a woman. Her considerable chest was practically spilling out of her tank top. Her flat stomach was showing, and she was wearing a short leather skirt, which accentuated her ass and showed off her long tan legs. As the two girls walked towards them, Vince elbowed him, which made Dom realize that he was staring and that his mouth was slightly open. He cleared his throat and tried to think of something, anything other then how much he wanted to bend her over his car and hear her moan his name. Dom mentally slapped himself, reminding himself she was his sisters friend, meaning she's probably 15 too.

"Letty this is my brother Dom and his friend Vince. Dom, Vince, this is Letty Ortiz."

Vince and Letty both nodded at each other, while Dom continued staring.

"Letty Ortiz, why does that name sound familiar?"

Dom only realized he said his thought out loud when Mia answered.

"Oh I don't know Dom, maybe because Letty has lived down the street from us for years 5 years and I hang out with her all the time?"

Mia was glaring at him, annoyed by his comment, but Letty didn't seem to be paying him any attention, instead looking past him at his car.

"Oh right."

"Look I'm gonna walk around with Letty, I'll be back before you race."

Mia grabbed Lettys arm and the two girls walked off.

"Make sure of it Mia." Dom yelled out after her, not that she had even waited for his response.

"Whats your deal man?"

Dom looked at Vince questioningly.

"Its not like its the first time you've seen Letty before."

"Yeah I know, she just, um, looks different."

Dom knew Vince noticed something was up with him, but he hoped his words were explanation enough for his friend. He didn't want to have to explain to him his lustful thoughts towards the teenager.

"Well from what Mia said she spent the summer in the DR so maybe she got a tan or something. I'm gonna go talk to Hector and figure out who we're racing."

Dom watched Vince walk off still deep in thought. The truth was he knew that name. It belonged to a little girl he saw his sister hang out with a few times at his house about 4 years ago. After that, he remembered Mia spending a lot of time over at her house. He had never been formally introduced to her, had only seen her in passing, and could only vaguely remember what she looked like. His memory of her was nothing like what he just saw.

Dom snapped back to reality to the sound of her laughing again. She was next to his dad at the car they were working on. Her hair was in a ponytail, but there were strands of hair framing her face. She had coveralls on, but they were pulled down to her waist, showing her white grease stained tank top. He could hear his dad talking about Dom and Mia when they were kids, and he guessed thats why she was laughing. Over the past 6 months Letty had become a fixture in his life. She began working at the garage a few hours a week after school and on weekends, she hung out more with his sister at their house, and on the weekends she came to the races and partied with them afterwards. They had never hung out alone, only with his sister and Vince, but since spending time with her the past few months he realized a few things about Letty. First and foremost, she was brave and tough. After their initial introduction, Vince raced and then Dom. Dom, being his cocky egotistical self noticed the latina watching him with his sister at the finish line. He was beating the other racers by what seemed like miles and decided he wanted to make his win even more impressive. He decided the only way to do that would be to turn his car so he was driving in reverse and then shift back at the last second, crossing the finish line as he righted his car. Unfortunately that didn't quite happen. Dom underestimated his speed and just as he went to turn his car around, he flipped it, but that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was seeing his sister and Letty in front of him as he rolled, right in the path of is car. That was the last thing he saw before he hit his head and briefly lost consciousness. Vince told him later that Letty pushed Mia away from the oncoming car while simultaneously diving out of the way. Mia was unharmed, but unfortunately Letty cut her wrist pretty bad on part of his hood that tore off from the accident. Dom never mentioned it to her, but he was grateful she pushed Mia out of the way. They may not always get along, but he loved his sister wholeheartedly, and he knew he never would have forgiven himself if she even had a scratch on her. Vince told him that after the dust settled, the first thing Letty did was check on Mia, only realizing the cut on her wrist was bleeding when she almost fell over, as her quick movements and blood loss caused her to become dizzy. Dom saw the cut afterward and it was huge, but Vice said she didn't complain once, and didn't even want the doctor to numb the area before stitching her up. He had never met a woman as tough as Letty.

The next thing he learned was that she knew a lot more about cars and racing then what he would have expected. Dom recalled waking up in the ER, seeing his sister, Vince, Letty and his father.

"Dom, can you hear me son? You were in an accident and you're in the hospital, can you hear me?"

Dom tried to nod, and heard his dad announce he was going to get a doctor. He returned shortly and the doctor examined him, explaining that other then a mild concussion and a cut on his head, he didn't seem to have any other injuries, and could be discharged. His father left the room to go sign paperwork, leaving the four of them alone.

"Jesus Dom what the hell were you thinking you could have killed yourself."

Dom looked towards his sister, noticing the tear stains on her face. He felt bad he scared her and upset her. He thought making her laugh might help the situation.

"I'm sorry Mi, it played out a lot better in my head."

Dom heard Vince chuckle but was cut off by the look on Letty's face. Apparently he was wrong.

"What a fucking dumbass."

"What?"

Dom was shocked. Letty had barely said three words to him all night, and now all her anger was directed at him. He knew he deserved it, but he wasn't expecting the reaction he was getting.

"You heard me. I mean with the size of you're head I would've thought you had a little more brain in there. You couldn't even figure out that you were going way too fast for that kind of maneuver? So much for being the king of the streets."

Dom, knew he deserved anger, but he wouldn't take anyone questioning his title. He chuckled at her pretending his pride wasn't wounded by her words.

"What do you even know about racing little girl?"

Letty closed the distance between herself and Dom, coming closer to his hospital bed, as Dom inched slightly away from her. She looked pissed, almost devilish, like she was about to rip his throat out.

"Don't ever call me little girl again dip shit. And apparently I know a lot more about racing than you do. As soon as you put your car in reverse I told your sister and Vince here that you were going way to fast and would probably roll you're car once you tied to turn it back around. The only thing I didn't bank on was you trying to take the three of us out with you. You're lucky you knocked yourself out because if you hadn't I would've."

Letty turned to leave the room, his sister smirking behind her.

"She did call it man."

Dom glared at his friend who was chuckling, apparently finding it funny that Letty had chewed his ass out.

"Dom?"

Dom looked up to see Letty snapping her fingers at him.

"Earth to Dom? You in there man?"

Dom shook his head from the memories of their first meeting, and tried to focus on what she was saying to him.

"Sorry what did you say?"

"You're dad got a call and had to leave. Vince already left for the day, I was wondering if I could catch a ride home with you?"

"Yeah sure thats fine."

"Cool."

She walked back to the car she was working on with his dad, and they both finished working in silence. Before Dom knew it, it was time to close the garage. Dom went to lock the office as Letty changed out of her coveralls. She walked out in the same grease stained tank top, but with the addition of low cut short shorts, once again showing off her flat stomach and long legs. Dom watched as she bent over, flipping her hair in front of her, only to grab her hair with both hands and stand upright, tying it into a messy bun. He must've been staring at her again because he heard Letty clearing her throat, trying to get his attention.

"You okay man? You keep staring at me all weird?"

Dom smirked at her.

"Not like I'm looking at much anyway. Lets go, I gotta lock up."

Letty shook her head at him, mumbling "whatever" as she followed him outside to his car. As Letty opened the passenger side door he noticed a mark on her wrist. Without thinking he grabbed her arm, turning it so he could get a better look.

"What you don't recognize your handiwork?"

Letty had a smirk on her face at first, but her smirk became a frown as she watched him examine her wrist.

"Its not a big deal ya know. Just a few stitches, and it didn't really even hurt that much."

Dom sighed.

"It doesn't matter. I was too proud to admit it that night but I shouldn't have tried that stunt, I could have hurt you."

Dom and Letty looked deeply into each others eyes. He was having trouble forming coherent thoughts, but he knew what he felt. He felt angry at himself for putting her in danger, he felt sad that she had a scar, a reminder of his stupidity and recklessness, and he felt fire. Her skin was hot and he felt the heat rise through his body at their touch. Then the thoughts came, the thoughts he tried so hard to suppress the past 6 months, the thoughts of him and Letty tangled in sheets, up against walls, on the couch in the garage. He thought about her smile and her lips and what she would taste like. He thought about and felt her smooth, soft skin and wondered what the skin on the rest of her body felt like. He lifted his other hand up to her face, wanting to cup her cheek and pull her close to him so their mouths could finally meet. But he didn't. Instead he pushed the stray piece of hair behind her ear and dropped her wrist from his other hand. She continued to look at him, and he thought for a second that he saw a hint of disappointment, but instead she responded snarkily as always.

"The only life in danger that night was yours papa. If I wasn't bleeding like I was I would've pulled you from your car myself and kicked your ass for acting stupid."

He watched as she turned and got in the car. He imagined himself on the floor, Letty straddling him as she punched him, and couldn't help but smile. If she was kicking his ass at least that meant she was touching him, and he realized he would give anything to be able to touch her again.