Title : I'd do anything.
Summary : what happens after TFATF.
Rating : PG-13, for language, sex (implicated)
Feedback : please R + R, cos I need some inspiration. Please?
Disclaimer : None of this is mine, I'm just borrowing.
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Letty's POV
I look down at my hands as I wash up the dinner dishes. I see those damn ugly scars on them from the last heist. They're still there, even though it has been 2 months. 2 months since I saw Dom. God sometimes I hate his ass. No I don't, I didn't mean that. It's just, it's been 2 fucking months, so why the fuck hasn't he called?
Vince walks in and taps my shoulder with his good arm. "Hello? Earth to Letty? You OK girl?" he asks.
"Yeah" I say sighing.
"Hey, he will be back, OK?" has says quietly.
"I know" I whisper, before yelling "BUT WHY THE FUCK HASN'T HE CALLED?"
"Hey, Hey, calm down OK?" he says reassuringly.
"Whatever" I yell before running upstairs. I can't let Vince see me crying.
I walk into my room, our room, and lay down on the bed. The bed that smells so much like him, a mix of motor oil, sweat, deodorant, and laundry. God I miss that smell. God I miss him. I miss everything about him, his strong arms, his stubbly head... I wish I could be with him right now, wherever he is. It's killing me not being with him.
I take off my clothes and put on a pair of his boxers and one of his wifebeaters and get into bed. God I miss that son of a bitch.
The next day I get up at about 8 or something. I got about 1 hour of sleep last night and I feel like shit. I stumble in to the kitchen and pour my self a bowl of Captn' Crunch. Mia walks in and gets a glass of OJ before sitting down too.
"No offence Let, but you look like shit" she tells me.
Gee thanks, make my day why don't you I give her an 'I don't give a shit' glare.
"Hey i said no offense. maybe you should take the day off" she says.
"Yeah, like thats really gonna happen" I tease sarcastically.
"I'm serious, you look like you need a break"
I realise she isn't going to give up so i sigh and say "Yeah yeah, alright. But just one day OK"
"Good, i gotta go to the store. I'll call the others and tell them. CYA!" she yells, running out the door.
I hear her star the car and head off. I lay down on the couch and i must have dozed off cos I woke at 12 or something to the sound of a car coming down the street. 'Must be Mia come to check on me' I think. As I hear the car pull up to the house and the car door slam I yell "I'm still here Mia! I havn't gone to work" and begin to laugh, until I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Only one person I know walks like that.
Summary : what happens after TFATF.
Rating : PG-13, for language, sex (implicated)
Feedback : please R + R, cos I need some inspiration. Please?
Disclaimer : None of this is mine, I'm just borrowing.
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Letty's POV
I look down at my hands as I wash up the dinner dishes. I see those damn ugly scars on them from the last heist. They're still there, even though it has been 2 months. 2 months since I saw Dom. God sometimes I hate his ass. No I don't, I didn't mean that. It's just, it's been 2 fucking months, so why the fuck hasn't he called?
Vince walks in and taps my shoulder with his good arm. "Hello? Earth to Letty? You OK girl?" he asks.
"Yeah" I say sighing.
"Hey, he will be back, OK?" has says quietly.
"I know" I whisper, before yelling "BUT WHY THE FUCK HASN'T HE CALLED?"
"Hey, Hey, calm down OK?" he says reassuringly.
"Whatever" I yell before running upstairs. I can't let Vince see me crying.
I walk into my room, our room, and lay down on the bed. The bed that smells so much like him, a mix of motor oil, sweat, deodorant, and laundry. God I miss that smell. God I miss him. I miss everything about him, his strong arms, his stubbly head... I wish I could be with him right now, wherever he is. It's killing me not being with him.
I take off my clothes and put on a pair of his boxers and one of his wifebeaters and get into bed. God I miss that son of a bitch.
The next day I get up at about 8 or something. I got about 1 hour of sleep last night and I feel like shit. I stumble in to the kitchen and pour my self a bowl of Captn' Crunch. Mia walks in and gets a glass of OJ before sitting down too.
"No offence Let, but you look like shit" she tells me.
Gee thanks, make my day why don't you I give her an 'I don't give a shit' glare.
"Hey i said no offense. maybe you should take the day off" she says.
"Yeah, like thats really gonna happen" I tease sarcastically.
"I'm serious, you look like you need a break"
I realise she isn't going to give up so i sigh and say "Yeah yeah, alright. But just one day OK"
"Good, i gotta go to the store. I'll call the others and tell them. CYA!" she yells, running out the door.
I hear her star the car and head off. I lay down on the couch and i must have dozed off cos I woke at 12 or something to the sound of a car coming down the street. 'Must be Mia come to check on me' I think. As I hear the car pull up to the house and the car door slam I yell "I'm still here Mia! I havn't gone to work" and begin to laugh, until I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Only one person I know walks like that.