Ch.1

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Fast & Furious doesn't belong to me and the same with Percy Jackson belonging to Rick Riordan. I do belong my Oc's.

Italic means thoughts and dreams.

"But Mom why do I have to go and live with Abuela when Toni cause the problem," Jose whined.

"Don't start with me Jose," Our mother ordered. "For the record, I'm sending both of you to live your Abuela to keep you both safe, Jose I knew that you been fighting and Toni your slipping into a junkyard for your projects."

"I understand that I need to stop that Mom," I chinned in. "But you know I can't help building things it in my blood."

"And I understand that too Toni but everything you go into the junkyard I got to worry," Mom replied. "End of this you're both going to live with our Abuela."

"Yes, Mom." We added as we pulled up to the house.

A large two-storied house painted pale blue with massive flower beds filled with brightly colored flowers. Mom pulled the pale blue four-door sedan into the drive killing the engine.

"Your Abuela is more than happy to take you two in." mom voice sound more like a whisper as I noticed the flashy cars across the street.

"Toni!" Jose shouted.

"What," I remark bring me back to the present moment.

"I swear to god Toni you get so distracted." Mom groaned.

"Mom I can't help it when I see a great car you know I'm going to look," I responded.

"As I saying before please don't give her a hard time." Mom replied shooting a pointed look.

"I'll try mom but I make no promise," I argued looking back at her.

"Well please do." Mom ordered.

I pulled the lever and step out with Jose following me. He raced to the truck and waited with tapping his foot until it opens a crank, pushing it up grabbing his own green duffel and left the rest before heading to the door.

"Dude really?" I question him causing him to stop and look at me.

"What?" He questioned.

"lazy bones!" I shouted walking to the truck pulling out my own black duffel of the truck and started to walk to the main door of the two storied house.

Mom was following after us, holding her cheap leather handbag.

"Go ahead she waiting for us!" Mom called.
Jose ringed on the bell, causing a loud dinging. The door opens quickly to see my Abuela an older woman with short and graying brown hair with large warm brown eyes wearing a large pale green summer dress.

"Hola mis pequeños!" (1) She announced smiling largely.

"Hola Abuela!"(2) Jose and I announced.

"Ven venir!" (3) She ordered standing aside and letting us in.

"Hola mama." (4) Mom stated as she kisses her on the cheek.

"Hola Maria," (5) Abuela started closing the door.

The inside of the house look like an old lady house, with the massive amount of religious figures on most tables with large flowering pots. That least the sofas were not covered in plastic, and there a small T.V. in the living room, the stairs were by the living room leading up to the bedrooms.

"Kids why don't you go upstairs and put you stuff in the spare bedrooms." Mom suggested.

"Sure mom," I added. "Come along Jose."

"Coming," Jose replied.

We grabbed our bags and headed up, there were two bedrooms upstairs and one downstairs that had become Abuela room due to her bad knees. Both of the bedrooms had a full sized bed and both were ironed frames and ACs in the windows. My room had a wallpaper that was white with bits of pink flowers. I groaned out pink was not a favorite color for myself I prepared darker colors but it was Abuela house and I have to follow her color patterns.

The bed was a dark metal frame with a pale blue like the sky with small purple flowers with light furniture there was a large cross on the dresser. Abuela religion was coming out brightly and proud, I knew that I need to trend that carefully because I had to do offerings to the gods for certain favors and aids much like being able to build my things. I heard footsteps see Jose was walking into the room. "My room had flowers on the walls." He complained.

"My room had flowers on the walls." He complained.

"So does my mine, Jose," I replied with a small smirk. "You get used to its bro."

"But I don't want to get used to it." Jose cried.

"Come on let go and see the bathroom," I replied as a noise happen to the right of us.

Jose opens a good foot, but I looked to see Mary, Abuela cat.

"What is that?" Joes asked.

"That my dear brother is a cat," I teased. "Abuela cat, Mary."

The cat looked us and gave a meow of hello, Mary fur was a simple white with a pink nose, her eyes were a bright emerald green color.

"I didn't know that she had a cat," Jose added. "Really."

"She is a nice cat," I replied. "Just let the cat get used to you."

"Okay then." He replied.

"Kids!" I heard Mom called.

I grabbed Jose and lead him downstairs.

"Yeah, mom?" I question on the stairs.

"I'm going to head off." She said.

"Okay Mom," I replied.

I stepped off the last step and pulled her into a tight hug, releasing my hold on her and allowed Jose to go into a hug himself.

"Please promise me that you two will behave for Abuela?" Mom questioned.

"We will," I replied with a smile.

"Do not worry Maria," Abuela stated. "They will be fine with me now go before you get stuck in the traffic."

"Thanks, Mom." Mom said giving her a kiss on the head and headed out of the door to her car. The sound of an engine starting and it soon became quiet again.

"I thought that were could have rice and beans," Abuela said.

"Yes please do that," I muttered happily.

"Of course my dear," Abuela replied.

After dinner with both Jose and I clean up the dishes and pots. Hearing the sound of loud car engines caused me to look up and headed to the main door to look out the main window to see different lovely cars, feeling my mouth watering for it. the window was pulled shut before me causing me to look up to see Abuela pulling the window shut.

"Abuela." I cried out.

"No Toni," she ordered. "You are going to be good and not go looking at cars."

"Yes Abuela," I replied feeling like she was beating up my love. "Yes, Abuela."

(1) Hello, my little ones!

(2)Hello grandmother

(3) Come come

(4)Hello Maria

(5) Hello Mom

Well that the end of chapter 1 please tell me what you think but please Constructive criticism.