Title: Romance at High Speed

Authors: Vinschick_Pheroin and AngeliqueMay

Email: AngeliqueMay11@cybertown.com

Summary: Even though the title says romance, don't let it fool you. It's got a little comedy, a little humor and a whole lot of racing. If we were you, we'd make a chart of the characters. But hey, you don't want to, it's cool.

Rating: NC-17 for violence, sexual content (and it's very graphic), graphic language and drug use.

Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters from the Fast and the Furious. Besides, even if you sue us, a judge would throw it out really quickly seeing how no one would gain a thing.

Authors' note: This is our first fan fic. We hope you like it. It's not done but we're working on that. And you might even be able to fix your own car up after reading this thing. If you like it, tells us why in a review. If you don't tells why in a review. We could really use some feedback. And, if you do a review, please tell us if we could use it in a booklet for a CD of this. (We are not selling it)



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1 Part 1: Racers, Start Your Engines

"I will not be the start girl. You know what kind of rep goes with being the start girl." Kristine Wright Stated as she and Theresa Shanta got off Kristine's 2002 Honda 4ci motorcycle.

"Besides, I have two weeks left of my intermediate acting class left. I would like to live long enough to enjoy it."

"Hey, I'm not doing it. My brother is driving, and he might try to run me over."

"Why?"

" 'Cause he found the letter."

Kristine turned and faced Theresa. "Wait, you let him find it?"

"No, he found it." Theresa paused as a smiled crossed her face. "You should have been there. He tired to chase me around the house but I took a bottle of Corona hostage and locked myself in my room."

Kristine stared at her for a moment before being overcome by laughter. "You what?"

"I told him if he touches me, the Corona would get it."

Kristine walked away and towards the starting line where her best friend, Michael Howard stood, placing a bet.

"Hey there, big brother." Kristine said with a lisp.

"Little sister." He turned around and picked her up, spinning her around, causing her skirt to rise and show the connection of her thighs to her ass.

"Hey, put me down. I'm catching the breeze and I don't mean in the normal sense."

He slowly planted her on her feet. "Okay.

"You know, my boy here still wants to get with you."

"And you know your boy still doesn't stand a chance."

Kristine turned, high-fived Theresa and the two went to Theresa's car. Knocking on the window, Theresa seemed to be looking for someone.

"What is it?" Kristine asked quietly.

"Nothing." The window came down. "Hey Sherrie?"

"What?" Sherrie Gomez shouted out over her Linkin Park CD playing.

"Don't fuck up my car."

"Whatever."

Kristine walked up behind Theresa. "Yo Rage?"

"What?" Sherrie's voice rang with a hint of annoyance.

"Don't press the blue button."

"Why not?"

"It's a surprise for later."

"Hmm." Sherrie rolled up the window, her image disappearing behind the black tinted glass.

"You better win!" Theresa shouted.

Sherrie rolled down the window and turned her head. "What's that?"

"She said go to hell." Kristine said.

"She can't." A voice from behind shouted. "Remember, they sent her back on express mail."

"Saundra D." Kristine called, turning around to face her.

"Dumbass'" Sherrie rolled up the window and drove up towards the start.

Sandy Carter stepped forward. "How the hell are you?"

"Tired but I'm still here."

Theresa was still scanning the crowd as everyone moved closer towards the start.

"Who ya looking for?" Sandy asked, looking over Theresa shoulder.

"Our competition."

"Whoa, I didn't know you knew words that had more than six letters in it."

"Yeah man. I told you Hooked on Phonics works. Maybe you should try it."

Kristine fell out laughing at the two.

The Start Girl walked out front, her black leather skirt rising with each step. Her string bikini tops seemed it would snap under the pressure of her large, fake, breast.

"Oh look." Kristine started. "The whore of the month. I just hope she doesn't fall. Her breast might bust"

"You know something Kris?" Theresa started.

"What?"

"You're a bitch."

"It's taken you this long to figure that out." Kris fired back.

Theresa response was muffled by the screeching of the tires on the pavement as the cars pulled off. They were gone from everyone's view in a matter of seconds.

"Go Sherrie." Sandy shouted.

"Shut up stupid. They're gone." Britany Summers called.

"Sup Brit." Theresa said. "Did the part ever come?"

"Yeah. It's in your office."

"Thanks."

Kris looked up. "Hey, isn't that Dominic over there?"

"Where?" Theresa asked, her face brightening.

"Over there." Kris pointed out. "Ha. I knew it. Pheroyn is in love with Dom." Kris sang.

"I am not."

"Well, you know Letti is gone." Sandy said matter-of-factly.

"Say what?" Theresa face a mix of shock and joy.

"Apparently her family doesn't like Dom. Said they'd kill him if stayed near him any longer."

"Bull shit."

"Damn straight it is." Sandy said. "I do know that Letti is gone though. Dom's up for grabs."

"And speaking of grabs." Kristine started. "I dare you Theresa to grab Dom's ass. It must linger there for a minute. No more, no less."

"What the fuck? I ain't doing it."

"It is that or you will suffer the wrath of 20 hits from each of us." Sandy added.

"If you can't count fast enough, that's 80 hits." Britany joined in.

"You can do it." Kris laughed. She moved closer to Sandy and gave her the "You know" look.

"The night time is the right time. The night time is the right time." They chanted in accord.

"I hate you guys." Theresa walked over to Dominic.

"What's up?" She and Dom exchanged greetings.

"You know Dom, I must apologize for what I'm about to do. It was either this or they jump me."

"Do what?" His voice boomed with a husky whisper.

"I would prefer not to say." She lifted her hand so Britany, Kris and Sandy could see. Sandy gave her thumbs up and Theresa cringed as she put her hand on his ass.

The three girls howled with excitement. "Squeeze the butt cheeks." They shouted.

Theresa shook her head in embarrassment as she glanced up at Dom. His cheeks flushed, his eyes seemed angered and amused at the same time.

"I uh. Uh." She looked towards her friends who counted down. She had five seconds left. "I will see you later." She ran back to her friends who applauded her return.

The sound of cars could be heard again as they returned. As they crossed the line, the sound of breaks seemed to be able to bust eardrums.

Sherrie got out of the car, slamming the door hard enough to shatter the window.

"Damn Bitch. You did it again. You're paying that window." Theresa shouted as she walked over, Kris and sandy on her heels. Britany kept her distance.

Sherrie walked over towards a black Nissan Skyline. "Get the fuck out. I know you're in there."

A tall, muscular man climbed out. The shape of lean chest could be seen through the white t-shirt he wore.

"You almost ran me off the fucking road " Sherrie shouted, getting right in his face.

"I ran you off? You cut me off." He shouted back. The veins in his neck bulging with his emotions.

"Xander!" Dom's thunderous voice over their argument.

"What?" He still faced Sherrie, who has breathing through her nose, her entire body a nice shade of scarlet.

"Get over here."

Xander glanced back towards Dom and then to Sherrie again. "Next time." He turned away and walked over to Dom who smacked up side the head and started to laugh.

Sherrie turned towards Theresa's car and laughed.

"You are laughing?" Theresa asked. "You're paying for that."

"So what?" Sherrie walked away towards her own car. "I'll meet you at the after party."

"I won't be there." Britany answered.

"Why not?" Sandy asked.

"I'm going to different party."

"Ditto." Kris said. "Only I'm going home. I'm tired and I have to work in the mourning."

"I told you that you could come work for me." Theresa chimed.

"I would go broke before working for you." Kris answered. "I'll see you chumps later."

"Who you calling a chump?"

"You." Kristine pulled on her helmet and drove off, popping a wheelie on her way.

"Show off." Britany. Said. "I'll see you later."

"Okay." Sandy turned to Theresa. "I'll give you a ride to your car."

"Thanks." Theresa and Sandy got in their cars and pulled of.