Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Fast and the Furious. This includes characters, cars, stuff along that line...although I wish that I could have Letty's car...that thing is cool as all get out...I wouldn't mind her boyfriend either...heh heh heh...
"Admit it Letty. You've got it bad for him. You've had it bad for him since you were twelve!" Mia leaned on the passanger side of an old, beat up 83 toyota truck.
"Yea, and?" Letty rolled out from underneath the vehicle on a pallet and sat up, looking over at her only female friend in the world.
"And why don't you go after him?" Mia asked, looking down at her grease and oil covered friend. Letty furrowed her brow at Mia, as though the answer were obvious. "Mia, lemme explain something to you. Dominic Teretto will never see me as anything more than a tomboy who is in to cars." She shook the wrench that was in her hand to emphasize her point, then raised her eyebrows to the shelf that was above Mia. "Hand me the oil, will ya?" Mia rolled her eyes, but did as she was asked.
"Well, you've gotta make it seem like you're more then that!" she pressed on, handing the bottle to Letty.
"Mia! I am 14 years old! Dominic is 17! What is he going to want with a barely there teenage girl?"
Mia nearly laughed out loud. The only part of Letty that was underneath the truck was her head. Her arms were out and unscrewing the top off of the car oil. Regaining her composure, Mia squatted on the cold cement floor of Letty's garage. "Well, for one, it would help if you stopped thinking of yourself as 'barely there'. You're not underware, Letty," Mia heard a groan from under the car. "And-" she started to continue, but the phone ringing cut her off. "Crap, I'll be right back," she told Letty, getting a concentrated sounding, 'uh-huh' in response.
"Hello?"
"Mia? What are you doing answering Letty's phone?"
"Oh...Letty's underneath 2000 pounds of automobile right now Papa...she's a little indisposed."
A laugh came from the other end of the line.
"I can well imagine. Anyways, it's time to come home. Dinners on," her father told her. Mia smiled at his warm voice. "Alright Papa. Hey, is it alright for Letty to come over? You know, eat with us, hangout, stuff like that?"
"Sure, bring the whole neighborhood if you want, but hurry up. Pasta's getting cold."
Mia giggled. Her fathers priorities were sometimes out of wack, but she loved him all the same. "Alright Papa. I'll be home in a few minutes." She hung up the phone and walked back over to Letty, who was crawling out from under the truck.
"Go get dressed. You're coming over to my place for a little while," Mia told her. Letty rolled her eyes, wiping her hands on her jeans. "For what?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. "You're gonna eat dinner with us, hangout afterwards and stuff."
"I've got to much to do over here," Letty answered, shaking her head and smiling at the same time. She wasn't stupid, she knew what Mia was trying to do.
"Oh come on Letty!" Mia pleaded with her. "Dad's making pasta tonight...probably got some of that secret sauce that you like so much to go with it," her eyes gleamed. Mia knew how much Letty loved the pasta that Mr. Teretto made. Letty looked up at the ceiling, her hip sticking out to the right side, and Mia could see instantly that Letty was going to give in.
"Fine, I'll go. But I am not wearing a dress or any of that other girly shit. I'll go the way I am," Letty told her, wiping her arms free of the oil with a towel.
"Alright, just as long as you go," Mia said, turning and walking out of Letty's garage. The latter groaned and threw the towel on the floor.
Damn Mr. Teretto and his pasta.
"Letty! Good to see you! How's high school going?" Mr. Teretto came out of the kitchen to welcome Letty, but he stopped short as he caught sight of her jeans and face. "Or how about before you tell me you go upstairs and wash that gunk off, eh?" He gave her a fatherly smile, and Letty couldn't help but grin. She started up the stairs, but Dom and Mia's father called up to her again, and she turned around.
"And tell Dominic that dinners ready, will you?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Teretto!" Letty answered, bounding up the stairs and into the bathroom. Turning on the faucet and lathering up her face, she scrubbed until there was no more dirt or grime, then rinsed herself clean. As she was drying her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. A fresh, boldly tanned girl looked back at her with big brown eyes. Stepping back and turning to the side, she took stock of the rest of her body. She definately had her fathers broad shouldered build, but so far, she was keeping with tradition on her mothers side when it came to her bust size. She'd barely made it into a "B" size, but the sex educators at school gave her hope. She wouldn't be done growing until 18 or 19 hit.
She hoped.
Walking out of the bathroom, she made her way down the hall towards Dom's room, and knocked on the door.
"Hey Dom!"
No answer. Letty knocked again, more insistant this time. "Dom! Dinners, on!"
Again, no answer.
Grumbeling to herself, Letty opened the door cautiously. Dom's room was always a mess and she was never sure if spare parts fora car, or a car itself would come crashing down on her.
As she walked through the room, she looked around. Clothes were strewn about the floor, a tool chest was sitting against the wall, some of its materials discarded on the floor. On the walls were posters of Dominics favorite racers and thier cars. And on the bed was a sleeping Dominic Teretto.
Shirtless.
Letty cocked her head to the side a bit, a devious grin spreading on her latino features. Running quietly from the room, Letty went back to the bathroom, grabbing one of the cups and filling it with cold water. She went back into Dom's room and tip-toed her way over to the side of his bed. Struggeling to keep from laughing, her tongue between her teeth, Letty slowly overturned the cup over Doms chest, letting the water cascade over his bare front.
"Mmm-ma-mm-whu-huh?!" Doms head shook as he was forcibly awoken from his slumber. His shocked senses didn't register the uproarious laughter thatw as plauging Letty until he saw her shaking form over him.
"Letty?! What the hell are you doin' in my room?" Letty continued to laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. Dominic was busily going through the mound of covers on his bed, trying to find a shirt.
"Just letting you know tha-hat-" she paused, trying to breath, "that dinners on." She looked at him as he still searched for a shirt. Her own eyes caught a white undershirt at the foot of his bed, and she reached down for it, tossing it at him. It landed in his face, and Letty backed out of the room, a grin still firmly planted on her face.
"See ya downstairs!"
"Dad, I thought you said you had the house fumigated for pests," Dom said, entering the kitchen. His father looked up from the table, laddeling some sauce onto his pasta, ziti and speghetti, and regarded his oldest child quizzically. "I did, Dominic." Dom nodded at Letty, who was looking at Mia with an innocent expression on her face, at the same time twirling her pasta with her fork. "Then what is she doing here?" he asked, taking his seat from his father and nodding at Letty. Mia rolled her eyes.
"Your sister invited her for dinner, Dom," his father answered in a tired voice, putting a forkful of pasta in his mouth. Dom glared at Mia beside him, but she was to busy moving the speghetti around to notice.
"So, Papa," Mia pipped up, changing the subject. "What time are we leaving for the race on Friday?"
"Eh...figure we leave around six in the morning, we'll be in Sacramento by 10 am or so," her father answered. "It'll be an all day thing, so make sure you bring something to do. Like homework," he looked pointidly at Dominic, who nodded his head. He and his father had been throught he homework route one to many times before.
"Alright, alright, I'll bring my English paper along with me. Hey, Dad," now it was Doms turn to switch subjects, "Vince wants to tag along, is that good?" Mr. Tretto nodded his head; he was still chewing his food. Mia, seeing an opportunity, perked up. "Well, if Dom's bringing Vince, can I bring Letty?" Dom's head shot up and he looked up at his father, nearly begging him with puppy dog eyes to say no. But Mia's sweet pleading smile won out.
"It's only fair Dom. If you're bringing Vince, then Mia can invite Letty."
"Well then, I'll be following you in my car," Dom said, slurping up a stray speghetti noodle and looking up at his siter, "because you are NOT riding with us." Mia only rolled her eyes.
"Thank God. I want to get there alive."
"Admit it Letty. You've got it bad for him. You've had it bad for him since you were twelve!" Mia leaned on the passanger side of an old, beat up 83 toyota truck.
"Yea, and?" Letty rolled out from underneath the vehicle on a pallet and sat up, looking over at her only female friend in the world.
"And why don't you go after him?" Mia asked, looking down at her grease and oil covered friend. Letty furrowed her brow at Mia, as though the answer were obvious. "Mia, lemme explain something to you. Dominic Teretto will never see me as anything more than a tomboy who is in to cars." She shook the wrench that was in her hand to emphasize her point, then raised her eyebrows to the shelf that was above Mia. "Hand me the oil, will ya?" Mia rolled her eyes, but did as she was asked.
"Well, you've gotta make it seem like you're more then that!" she pressed on, handing the bottle to Letty.
"Mia! I am 14 years old! Dominic is 17! What is he going to want with a barely there teenage girl?"
Mia nearly laughed out loud. The only part of Letty that was underneath the truck was her head. Her arms were out and unscrewing the top off of the car oil. Regaining her composure, Mia squatted on the cold cement floor of Letty's garage. "Well, for one, it would help if you stopped thinking of yourself as 'barely there'. You're not underware, Letty," Mia heard a groan from under the car. "And-" she started to continue, but the phone ringing cut her off. "Crap, I'll be right back," she told Letty, getting a concentrated sounding, 'uh-huh' in response.
"Hello?"
"Mia? What are you doing answering Letty's phone?"
"Oh...Letty's underneath 2000 pounds of automobile right now Papa...she's a little indisposed."
A laugh came from the other end of the line.
"I can well imagine. Anyways, it's time to come home. Dinners on," her father told her. Mia smiled at his warm voice. "Alright Papa. Hey, is it alright for Letty to come over? You know, eat with us, hangout, stuff like that?"
"Sure, bring the whole neighborhood if you want, but hurry up. Pasta's getting cold."
Mia giggled. Her fathers priorities were sometimes out of wack, but she loved him all the same. "Alright Papa. I'll be home in a few minutes." She hung up the phone and walked back over to Letty, who was crawling out from under the truck.
"Go get dressed. You're coming over to my place for a little while," Mia told her. Letty rolled her eyes, wiping her hands on her jeans. "For what?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. "You're gonna eat dinner with us, hangout afterwards and stuff."
"I've got to much to do over here," Letty answered, shaking her head and smiling at the same time. She wasn't stupid, she knew what Mia was trying to do.
"Oh come on Letty!" Mia pleaded with her. "Dad's making pasta tonight...probably got some of that secret sauce that you like so much to go with it," her eyes gleamed. Mia knew how much Letty loved the pasta that Mr. Teretto made. Letty looked up at the ceiling, her hip sticking out to the right side, and Mia could see instantly that Letty was going to give in.
"Fine, I'll go. But I am not wearing a dress or any of that other girly shit. I'll go the way I am," Letty told her, wiping her arms free of the oil with a towel.
"Alright, just as long as you go," Mia said, turning and walking out of Letty's garage. The latter groaned and threw the towel on the floor.
Damn Mr. Teretto and his pasta.
"Letty! Good to see you! How's high school going?" Mr. Teretto came out of the kitchen to welcome Letty, but he stopped short as he caught sight of her jeans and face. "Or how about before you tell me you go upstairs and wash that gunk off, eh?" He gave her a fatherly smile, and Letty couldn't help but grin. She started up the stairs, but Dom and Mia's father called up to her again, and she turned around.
"And tell Dominic that dinners ready, will you?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Teretto!" Letty answered, bounding up the stairs and into the bathroom. Turning on the faucet and lathering up her face, she scrubbed until there was no more dirt or grime, then rinsed herself clean. As she was drying her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. A fresh, boldly tanned girl looked back at her with big brown eyes. Stepping back and turning to the side, she took stock of the rest of her body. She definately had her fathers broad shouldered build, but so far, she was keeping with tradition on her mothers side when it came to her bust size. She'd barely made it into a "B" size, but the sex educators at school gave her hope. She wouldn't be done growing until 18 or 19 hit.
She hoped.
Walking out of the bathroom, she made her way down the hall towards Dom's room, and knocked on the door.
"Hey Dom!"
No answer. Letty knocked again, more insistant this time. "Dom! Dinners, on!"
Again, no answer.
Grumbeling to herself, Letty opened the door cautiously. Dom's room was always a mess and she was never sure if spare parts fora car, or a car itself would come crashing down on her.
As she walked through the room, she looked around. Clothes were strewn about the floor, a tool chest was sitting against the wall, some of its materials discarded on the floor. On the walls were posters of Dominics favorite racers and thier cars. And on the bed was a sleeping Dominic Teretto.
Shirtless.
Letty cocked her head to the side a bit, a devious grin spreading on her latino features. Running quietly from the room, Letty went back to the bathroom, grabbing one of the cups and filling it with cold water. She went back into Dom's room and tip-toed her way over to the side of his bed. Struggeling to keep from laughing, her tongue between her teeth, Letty slowly overturned the cup over Doms chest, letting the water cascade over his bare front.
"Mmm-ma-mm-whu-huh?!" Doms head shook as he was forcibly awoken from his slumber. His shocked senses didn't register the uproarious laughter thatw as plauging Letty until he saw her shaking form over him.
"Letty?! What the hell are you doin' in my room?" Letty continued to laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. Dominic was busily going through the mound of covers on his bed, trying to find a shirt.
"Just letting you know tha-hat-" she paused, trying to breath, "that dinners on." She looked at him as he still searched for a shirt. Her own eyes caught a white undershirt at the foot of his bed, and she reached down for it, tossing it at him. It landed in his face, and Letty backed out of the room, a grin still firmly planted on her face.
"See ya downstairs!"
"Dad, I thought you said you had the house fumigated for pests," Dom said, entering the kitchen. His father looked up from the table, laddeling some sauce onto his pasta, ziti and speghetti, and regarded his oldest child quizzically. "I did, Dominic." Dom nodded at Letty, who was looking at Mia with an innocent expression on her face, at the same time twirling her pasta with her fork. "Then what is she doing here?" he asked, taking his seat from his father and nodding at Letty. Mia rolled her eyes.
"Your sister invited her for dinner, Dom," his father answered in a tired voice, putting a forkful of pasta in his mouth. Dom glared at Mia beside him, but she was to busy moving the speghetti around to notice.
"So, Papa," Mia pipped up, changing the subject. "What time are we leaving for the race on Friday?"
"Eh...figure we leave around six in the morning, we'll be in Sacramento by 10 am or so," her father answered. "It'll be an all day thing, so make sure you bring something to do. Like homework," he looked pointidly at Dominic, who nodded his head. He and his father had been throught he homework route one to many times before.
"Alright, alright, I'll bring my English paper along with me. Hey, Dad," now it was Doms turn to switch subjects, "Vince wants to tag along, is that good?" Mr. Tretto nodded his head; he was still chewing his food. Mia, seeing an opportunity, perked up. "Well, if Dom's bringing Vince, can I bring Letty?" Dom's head shot up and he looked up at his father, nearly begging him with puppy dog eyes to say no. But Mia's sweet pleading smile won out.
"It's only fair Dom. If you're bringing Vince, then Mia can invite Letty."
"Well then, I'll be following you in my car," Dom said, slurping up a stray speghetti noodle and looking up at his siter, "because you are NOT riding with us." Mia only rolled her eyes.
"Thank God. I want to get there alive."