A/N: Dom/OC
A/N: All outfits, cars, and such are on my profile page
A/N: Bold is Dom yelling and Italic is an emphasis on something
Prelude
Meredith's P.O.V.
~~Flashback~~
"Rome!" I squeal excitedly as soon as he steps into our abandoned warehouse. I rush over to and jump as soon as I am close to him. He laughs, catching me and twirling me around.
"What's up chica!" He ask happily letting me drag in to where we keep our cars.
"It's finished! I get to race in my own car tonight!" I shout happily dancing around. Rome laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He walks up to Bri and they clasp hands and bump their shoulders into each others chest in a manly hug.
"Hey man. As you can tell Draco is excited that her car is finished and she can race in her own car for the first time." Bri says and I grin.
"Good for you, girly. Bout time anyways." Rome says leaning up against his 1984 Ferrari GTO. It is gorgeous. It is painted a bright neon green with a black panther snarling on either side of his car and also a panther with it's mouth open as if frozen in scream on his hood. Cause of the designs on his car he got the nickname, The Flying Panther. When, Rome raced he would go so fast he looked as if he was flying. I think the nickname is pretty cool but I just call him Panther.
Brian's car on the other hand is the complete opposite of Rome's. His car is a dark blue Nissan Skyline with black dragons on either side of his car and also on his hood. Cause of the designs on his car and the smoke he loves to make come out from underneath his car, he got the nickname, Ice Dragon but more often than not people refer to him as The Ice Prince or Snowman because of attitude he get if people talk trash about me or Rome. Ice Prince, Snowman or Ice Dragon is just as cool as The Flying Panther in my opinion.
"Like the design. It yours?" Rome asks breaking me from my thoughts.
"Yeah." I says grinning with pride. My car is a black 72 Chevy Camaro with flames going up either side of my car and flames spreading up my hood. I have been working on my car for a long four months and I can't wait to try it out on some real competitors tonight. Sometime when I was lost in thought I wandered over to where Rome was leaning against his car, talking to Bri and snuggled up in his side.
"Guess the Dragon's not all that fierce after all." Rome quipped but I was to happy to respond.
~~ A Few Hours Later~~
I hop up and down impatiently and excitedly as I wait for Brian to come down the stairs. He is taking impossibly long to get ready for tonight's races. I'm convinced that he's doing it just to torture me. I hear someone's footsteps heading in my direction and quickly sit down. I paste an indifferent look on my face just as our Uncle Jack comes around the corner. He regards me suspiciously but upon seeing nothing unusual gives me his laid-back California surfer smile that Brian seem to inherit.
'What's the Triple Threat up to tonight?" He asks plopping down in his comfy brown leather recliner. He watches me as he gives the room a look over searching for the remote.
"Not sure. We might just hang out at Rome's or he might try and convince us to do something that he considers fun but could also get us in trouble." I say trying not to exude my overwhelming excitement. His smile drops and he turns and stares at me trying to get me to crack. Trying to make me fidget as I normally do when I am lying. I look him straight in the eye and won't drop my gaze.
You see Uncle Jack is a retired detective but his instincts are as good as ever. He retires shortly after his wife died six years ago. Shortly after that Brian and I were sent to live with him after our mom got in a fatal car crash and died. We were 10 and 12 at the time. Coming to live with Jack had it's perks, one off them being that Brian and I quickly befriended Rome. Luck for us Rome was just as interested in cars
After a very long and excruciating minute he nods and the grin slides back into place.I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and Brian bounds down the stairs. I glare at him, my annoyance with him clearly showing on my face. He glances and me and lets out a chuckle and against my will I feel my lips turn up into a half smile.
"Hey Uncle Jack. Can Mere-Bear and I are go over to Rome's?" He ask with his own laid-back California surfer smile.
"Go on. Figured you were anyways. Just be careful and don't get in too much trouble." He says lazily waving his hand in the direction of the door. I jump up and practical run to the door. Laughing and shaking his head, Brian follows close on my heels. Once out the door I run to his car and slid in the passenger seat. I bounce up and down in my seat impatiently as Brian slowly ambles down the driveway and over to the driver side door.
"Hurry up or I'll drive." I warn him and his eyes widen. He quickly starts up the car and puts it in reverse and tears out the driveway. He slams the car into drive and speeds off to our secret warehouse were Rome and I store our cars.
Rome's there leaning up against his car looking bored when we speed up. I quickly jump up, grab my keys and purse and throw myself in the car. Grinning at the smooth purr my car makes when I rev the engine, I tear out of the warehouse and to the local street racing track.
I pull up to the track and back my car in between two other cars and get out and lean against my car. I look around and I can lots of street racers and race bunnies and girls and guys cleaning their engines. No matter where the race is there will always be scantly clad race bunnies cheering on their man or looking for a new man.
"Panther!"
"Snowman!"
"Dragon!"
As usual we are quickly surrounded by people. We are not the Kings or Queen of the the streets by far but we're in the top six crews to beat. Here at the racetrack surrounded by racers and sweet cars, feels like home to Bri and I.
"Hey. You. Snowman's sister." Someone calls out and turn. I come face to face with a tall handsome stranger. He has floppy hazel brown hair and warm dark brown eyes. I slowly look him up and down. He is wearing black skinny jeans, a baby blue shirt with a slit v neck, black converse, and a black leather jacket. He also has on a pair of roundish glasses that make him look both smart and sexy.
"Yeah." I say forcing my eyes to meet his with a easy going smile.
"I heard you race. I don't think that girls can race and if they can their not as good as guys. So, I challenge you to a race. " He says with a smirk. As he is talking I get angrier and angrier. I feel myself stiffen and my smile drops.
"Uh oh! The Snow Queen has decided to make an appearance." I hear someone say. Because of the fact that I get the same ice cold attitude as Brian when we are pissed and that I didn't have my own car for them to nickname me after, I got the nickname Snow Queen.
"You sure you can handle all this?" I ask, coolly gesturing to myself. He slowly trails his eyes up and down my body and smirks. Brian and Rome start forward angrily but I subtle shake my head no at them.
"Lets race." I say strutting forward, as I pass him I lean in and whisper "You're going down so fast you won't even know what hit you." then strut away to my car swaying my hips.
"I look forward to it!" He calls and Rome and Bri shoot him evil glares. They quickly push through the crowd to get to my car, just as I'm getting in Brian reaches out and grabs my elbow.
"What was that all about?" He asks protectively.
"Oh nothing. I just told him, he was going down." I say with a cheeky grin.
"All right. Let's race!" We look at one another and then rev our engines. A race bunny walks out front and starts the race. I quickly pass him but to my surprise he pulls right back up to my car so we are even. It was a really close race but in the end he was overconfident and presses his nos to soon.
I press my nos and shoot passed him. When we cross the finish line and get out the crowd is roaring in approval but none of them are louder than Brian's and Rome's cheers. I get out and immediately are pounced on by my boys. I hug them back then turn to lean on them as I watch the guy get out of his car. He slams the door and I tense waiting for his anger and insults but to my surprise they don't come. I risk a glance up at him and see him smirking happily.
"Well, I was wrong. I want to make up for all of those things that I said that probably hurt your feelings. So, how about you let me take you to dinner this Saturday?" He asks and they crowd impatiently waits for my answer.
"Sure I'd love too." I say with a smile and you can hear several shocked gasps. Little did I know, but by saying yes to that date I was going to fall in love for the very first time. And everyone knows that a person's first love never really goes away nor do you ever stop loving them.
