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(Own characters except for Dominic and Mia Toretto. Don't read if you don't like OCs. Takes place after Fast 4. Btw, Letty is Dead).
Family. If there was one concept that Dominic Toretto lived by, it was family. It was his both his Saving Grace and Achilles Heel. But with Letty gone and Mia in college, Dominic finally saw himself all alone. All except for a new Love Interest who couldn't possibly fill the space in his heart.
Kim Dos Santos has left home long ago in the hopes of finding a place and person to call her own. She would fight to ensure Dominic was the person. Even if she had to fight with the dead. Even if she had to leave her own family behind to do so.
Sean Dos Santos was driven by family. It was the reason he left home in the first place: to search for his older sister and to remove his younger siblings from the clutches of his abusive father.
He never dreamed of ending up in a world of Fast Cars, Nitrogen Oxide and Street Racing. He never dreamed of meeting the love of his life at a Drag Racing Track. He never dreamed of turning his family into a Drag Racing Team, calling themselves the Fast Five. And he certainly never dreamed of meeting his sister in that world as well.
With new people entering his world, will Dominic Toretto be able or willing to reconstruct his family?
Especially in the presence of a new enemy?
It's ride or die, remember?"
Her voice still rang in the crevices of Dominic Toretto's mind when he awoke on that dry August night.
It resonated loudly.
So loudly that it sounded as if the person who owned it was still alive and some where in this room.
Calling to him like a siren.
It was enough to draw Dominic from his deep dreamless sleep.
Dominic sighed as he carefully removed the arms and legs that trapped his robust form to the bed and shifted away the sheets.
With one calloused hand, he wiped the beads of sweat forming on his smooth forehead and with the other, he lifted the thin sheets to cover the sleeping woman beside him.
His russet brown eyes narrowed as he took in the woman's motionless form.
Red-dyed hair wafted away from her face with each breath, revealing a sharp-featured face.
Soft caramel skin, coated by cocoa-butter moisturiser, gleamed under moonlight that penetrated through curtain-less windows.
Her figure, full at the hips and bosom, was cladded in one of Dominic Toretto's old t-shirts.
She curled up on her edge of the bed.
Well, she claimed it to be her edge of the bed.
She placed her flag at it, much to his annoyance, as soon as she entered his life.
Her own calloused hands, the only unfeminine flaw on this otherwise beautiful creature, gripped tightly on a silver object that gleamed almost as brightly as her skin.
With another annoyed sigh, Dominic Toretto pulled the object, a silver crucifix on a chain-his silver crucifix on a chain-from her and placed it back in its rightful home-around his neck.
He spared another glance at the woman lying next to him before he made a move to get out of bed.
The sun would be rising in a few hours.
And there was urgent business to be dealt with.
They had arrived in Colorado only a week ago to work a new job. And trouble seemed to be brewing already.
Dominic's house in Los Angeles was now being watched over by Leon, who had the cleanest hands out of all of them.
And Dominic hadn't seen his house, or Leon, for a long time now.
The entire family, in fact, seemed to have completely waned.
Brian O'Conner was gone.
Vince was somewhere in Brazil.
Mia was off to college.
Rico and Tego were in Mexico.
And Han?
Dominic hadn't heard from Han since...
Her Death
The thought brought a frown to Dominic's already brooding face.
Now all Dominic was left with was himself.
Himself, and the waking nightmare sleeping beside him.
He supposed he shouldn't mind her, though.
With all the enemies in the world, Dominic Toretto had to admit that it was a dangerous time to be alone.
Sean Dos Santos released one long breath of anxiety and ran his one hand through his brown spikes. The anxiety creased his forehead and quickened his breath
He drew in another long breath as he returned his hands to the steering wheel in front of him. His eyes were focused solely on the road ahead as he waited patiently for the hot bikini-wearing blond to make her way to the centre of the road and throw down her scarf.
Sean sighed and flexed his fingers on the wheel.
This was it.
This was the race that lead to the Semi-finals
If Sean won this, he would be one step closer to winning the $100 000 cash prize.
He smiled to himself at the thought of the money and all that he could do with it.
Sean quickly reached up to adjust his rear view mirror, purposefully, so that it landed on a beautiful Latin-American woman with long dark brown, almost black hair and pink highlights.
Her strapless purple tank-top was crisp and ironed. He begged her not to wear that top just earlier this morning. He knew it would be ruined by the slobbering drool produced by every other male in the Drag Racing System.
And it was Sean's favourite top on her.
It pulled tight in all the right places, showing off all of her delicious curves.
That top was meant to be worn for him and him alone.
But when he told her about it, she just laughed it off with a wave of her hand and matched it with a black pair of skinny jeans with long, black biker gloves and black leather boots to match.
Sean counted about five other men that he had to butt heads with as soon as they walked onto Allistair's track.
Sean shook his head at the memory.
He didn't even want to think about what his little sister, Shakira, was currently wearing.
A corset.
Yes, that's what Alydia called it.
A corset that pulled tight in all the wrong places, showing off curves that Sean would rather have nobody see.
Nobody at all.
It was most likely Alydia Francisco, and her passion-for-fashion complex-as she liked to term it- that forced little Shakira to dress that way in the first place.
"She's not a little girl any more, Sean" Alydia would announce "She'll be turning 20 soon"
Wrong, Alydia.
Shakira would always be a little girl in his eyes.
His little girl.
And she was turning 21, if Sean was not mistaken.
Sean frowned.
He grinned into the mirror when the lovely Latin lady's sharp green eyes landed on him and he puckered up his lips to blow her an air kiss.
She grinned back and sent him one as well.
And then the anticipated ignition noises echoed through Allistair Abano's Drag Racing track. The cars on either side of Sean began to accelerate.
Sean's hazel-nut brown eyes returned to the road where he noticed the blond woman was already in the centre and her pink scarf had already fallen to the ground.
The cars had taken off rapidly, leaving Sean to curse his carelessness and take off after them.
#Flash Back#
Two cars sped onto the midnight street of Mexico. One car, an old brown Cadillac; the other a waxen, almost broken pick-up truck.
The two cars raced against each other, each one overtaking the next .They sped past many houses until they finally neared a bridge.
The Pick-up truck's tires curved heavily and swiftly, overtaking the cadillac by a mile before hitting hard on the breaks when it got to the bridge.
The door opened, and out stepped a brown-dyed-red braid headed 17 year old girl with fish net panty hose and a black spagetti top. She closed the door behind her and turned to the brown Cadillac which came to a stop a few feet behind her.
She gave it a smug grin.
The Cadillac stopped and the driver seat door opened. Sean stepped out of it and shot his older sister a death glare.
Kim Dos Santos simply smiled and walked towards him. "You call that racing Boy, I think you were letting me win".
Sean sighed and leaned against his car as Kim stopped and leaned next to him. His glare turned into an expression of complete defeat.
"I cant do it Kimmy" Sean uttered, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. "I just cant do it"
Kim raised a perfectly arched brow at her little brother. "What's with you?"
"Ive just given up" Sean sighed. "I'll never be as good as you"
Kim rolled her chocolate brown eyes and pulled the cigarette out of her brother's hand. She placed it between her own cherry-toned lips as she reached into her pocket for a lighter.
"Boy quit whining, the only reason Im so good is coz I PRACTISE"
Sean rolled his eyes and stole his cigarette back from Kim as soon it was lit.
He took a deep drag before he stated. "Practise? Like I have time to practise, Im turning 16 soon, I need that money if Im going to get out of the house"
There was a long pause before Sean turned tearing eyes to his sister
"Could we come live with you?"
Kim exhaled, her chocolate eyes clouded by the mist created by the burning tobacco.
"Not yet, Manito"
"Why not?" was Sean's harsh, almost accusing exclamation.
Kim placed her hand on her little brother's shoulder but he wriggled it off.
"Hey, come on now" Kim tried to soothe as Sean glared "I need to get my shit together. There's no way I can take care of you, Shakira and Michael with what I earn".
"I can help!" Sean yelled "I can get a job!"
"And drop out of school?" Kim asked, as if it were the most ridiculous notion she had ever heard of. "No. Let me worry about the rolling stuff. When I have enough, I'll take the three of you away from him."
Sean sighed once more as Kim embraced him with calloused arms.
"Forever" she whispered.
Sean broke the hug after a long stretch of time, and allowed Kim to take the cigarette from him and have a puff.
The two siblings sat like that for a while, leaned against the car, staring up into starless sky, each taking turns at taking puffs at the addiction they both shared..
#End Of flashback#
Cassandra Zepata exhaled a sigh of relief when she saw her boyfriend\fiance drive off along with the throng of exotic cars.
She smiled as she watched his red Ferrari 458 Spider overtake a gold Ford Mustang.
"Cassy, the bar was out of ciders" a saccharine voice announced.
Cassandra turned to see Shakira Dos Santos run up to her, holding a red can of cool drink "So, I bought you a coke instead"
Cassandra shook her head incredulously at the younger woman "I didn't ask for a cider. Legally or not, you're not supposed to drink and drive".
Shakira frowned. "I vaguely remember someone asking me to buy a cider"
"That would be me!" Alydia proclaimed in all her verbose glory. She grabbed the can from Shakira and proposed "Though I suppose this will do just fine with a little rum".
Cassandra shook her head incredulously at the new arrival-a characteristic trade mark of hers- and pulled the can from Alydia's grasp.
"What?" Alydia whined, grabbing the can back "I've already raced".
"How's my brother doing out there?" Shakira asked, wiping her long brown-with-blond-highlights-hair back into a high pony-tail
She wore a pink stapless corset top and low cut denim jeans with heels.
"Fine" Cassandra replied with a sigh "He froze for a moment at the beginning but he seems to be chasing on well"
Shakira's chocolate-brown eyes turned to watch the road with a mixture of concern and eagerness.
Her button-nose and full lips twisted into a frown "Why did he freeze?"
"I don't know" Cassandra responded.
"What I want to know is when Michael Dos Santos will be racing" Alydia proclaimed, pouring the contents of a small bottle of rum into the can of coke before taking a swig, almost spilling the drink onto her black and lime-green boob-tube top in her eagerness.
"Why? do you plan on throwing your underwear at him as he passes the finishing point?" Cassandra asked cynically "Again."
"Actually" Alydia started with clowning glee shining in her bright blue eyes "I was planning on throwing him an engagement ring. I'm not that uncouth".
She pulled up the ends of her very short black mini-skirt, revealing a pink lace garter choking her left leg "Besides, the underwear is for later. He can take it off himself".
Shakira gagged in disgust as Cassandra rolled her sharp green eyes muttering an "You are sick"
"Seize the bae" Alydia said with a wink
"Keep it in your pants, atleast for today? Michael's race is only tomorrow. Along with mine" Shakira told Alydia, biting her bottom lip at the last statement.
"You'll do fine" Cassandra assured her, pulling the younger into her arms for a hug.
"Its almost time for your race" Shakira announced brightly after pulling away "You ready?".
"No" Cassandra said, before sighing and shaking herself in a shudder. " But I'll do it anyway".
Shakira smiled and gave her a pat on the back as Alydia took another swig of the alcoholic drink. Her full face pulled into a drunken smile and her very light complexion became red as she wished Cassandra luck. Her long dark brown hair, that was currently kept in a side-ponytail, would be smelling of alcohol for the next two hours.
Cassandra had to shake her head incredulously at this again.
"Can you believe it?" Alydia asked excitedly, although now with a slur. "If all of us win this race, we all make it over to the Semi's!"
"Yeah!" Shakira cheered, smiling brightly before it fell a little. "But that means the Fast Five will have to race AGAINST each other"
Alydia scoffed. "Relax Amiga, this race wont hurt our friendship" she said. "Besides, who ever wins splits the money"
Now it was Cassandra's turn to scoff. "Are you crazy? I still want to have a wedding when this is all over"
Cassandra, Alydia and Shakira liked to call themselves"De Tres Amigas". They grew into best friends since they met 8 years ago.
Alydia was the nosy Lavita Loka from Argentina, who liked to gossip about anything and everyone. She was also the groups fashionista, and always dressed to impress.
Cassandra was the boss of the three from Pueto Rico. She was the one who the others looked up to and respected. She was sweet and understanding but she was also stern, making her the "mother" of the trio.
Shakira was the sweetheart of the group. She was always caring and lovable, and very bubbily. She was Sean Dos Santos' youngest sister, making her and Cassandra almost in-laws.
The Fast Five was the drag race team that they all belonged to. Sean, Cassandra, Shakira, Alydia and Michael met at the Drag Race 8 years ago and decided to form the team. De Tres Amigas had become inseparable since.
Cassandra turned her head to the road and watched Sean speed past in first place. She clasped her hands to together and jumped up and down, screaming her praise.
Alydia and Shakira soon joined her as they watched Sean climb out of his car, a smug grin decorating his face.
"Aaaaah!" They screamed together, collecting each other into a hug.
"I can't believe it! He won!" Cassandra cried.
Shakira smiled full mouthed. And then it dropped immediately. Her brown eyes finding and focusing on something behind Cassandra. "UH OH..."
Cassandra's excited expression now schooled into one of confusion as she stared at Shakira's distant appearance.
"What?" she asked her.
"Incoming" was Alydia's annoyed mutter, her own expression turning sour when she spotted what Shakira was staring at.
Cassandra furrowed her brows in puzzlement before she heard a voice coming up behind her.
"Well well well, look who it is, De Tres Cucarachas want to compete in the DTS Championships" drawled a low voice.
Cassandra groaned deeply.
Not him again..
She turned around and watched as Drake and his crew strode over to them in their characteristically haughty manner.
Their arrogant smirks were as signature as the Dragon Emblem on each of their cars.
Drake was known as the "Drag King" in Colorado. He and his team, the Endriagos, were an elite team in Abano's Drag Racing Industry. Allistair, unfortunately, along with the many other crews considered the Endriagos as one of the best.
The Endriagos and the Fast Five had been Arch Rivals since formation.
Drake Martinez was a 21 year old Latino from somewhere in East Los Angeles. He stood at a good 6,3 with brown eyes and Raven Black hair. He was devishly good looking with his lightly tanned caramel complexion, strong chin and cheek bones and dimples that only showed themselves off slightly when he gave that arrogant smirk, making most girls go weak in the knees. It made the three friends sick to their stomachs.
He was wearing a black sleevless vest that showed off his nicely defined muscles, and White Gold Chain of the cross around his neck, a pair of Baggy Jeans and sneakers.
Cassandra glared at him. "Oh maybe you didnt get the notice Drake, the race for pathetic amatures trying to compete with the best of the best is in that direction" she said, pointing to another part of the street. Her two friends chuckled behind her.
Drake smirked arrogantly. "You can laugh now, you'll be crying when the Endriagos kick your asses back into your Mama's Concha"
Shakira gasped at Drake's vulgar use of language.
Alydia snickered, however, and very loudly at the dirty language.
Cassandra settled on him with the coldest glare she could muster.
Drake's Gang laughed behind him.
"But dont worry" Drake said. "Im sure we'll be able to find yall a back-up job, my boy Alijandro here has just opened a club, we can always use a few more strippers"
Cassandra balled her hands up into fists and seethed. "Guacho.."
Drake's grin grew even wider, making his dimples more apparent. "That all you got Cassy?"
"Everything all right here?" came another deep, familiar voice.
Drake looked up and saw Sean walking to them, a deep scowl on his face.
Sean pushed past the three girls and came to stand infront of the group, with his face meer inches away from Drake's, his eyes narrowing threateningly.
Drake glared coldly at Sean, before rolling his eyes and looking away. "No, it's all good".
Giving Cassandra one more haughty glare as he and his posse turned away to pick on another team of amateurs.
Sean let his glare fall and he turned to the three with a smile.
Cassandra returned the smile jumped on him with outstretched arms. "Oh my God you won!"
Sean smiled laughed and hugged her back. "Obviously, I am the best ya know"
Cassandra slapped his arm playfully and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips. He returned it passionalety, his arms snaking around her waist.
Shakira and Alydia glanced with disgusted gazes at each other.
Once the kiss was over, Sean turned to his sister and pulled her into a bear hug.
"Agg" Shakira said breathlessly as she was crushed into his hard chest. "Yes Sean, you won, Hurray! now could you please let go before you break my back?"
Sean laughed and let go of his sister before turning to Alydia and crushing her in the same hug.
She squealed and tried to pry his arms off her but he wouldn't let go.
Michael, the youngest Dos Santos, then approached the group with a proud smile and pat his older brother on the back. Then he turned to his future-sister-in-law once the joyous celebration was over and muttered a "Hey Cass, it's time"
Cassandra exhaled a long breath of exasperation( turned to hug Alydia, Shakira and Michael and give Sean another kiss) before she walked off to her Black Lambogini Aventador with a long pink stripe down the middle and blue rims.
#10 Minutes Later#
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Shakira and Alydia screamed, holding their hands together and jumping up and down in exitment and glee.
Cassandra got out of her car and flashed them an over-joyed smile.
Sean and Michael were clapped, loud"Hooting" sounds emitted out their mouths.
Once Cassandra had neared them, the four ran up to her and smothered her with hugs, kisses .
"YOU WON!" Shakira and Alydia squealed in unison.
Cassandra laughed and hugged them back, not believing it for herself.
Sean grabbed her and gave her another passionate kiss.
Michael gagged in disgust.
Alydia and Shakira kept screaming.
"Welldone, Mami" Sean whispered.
"Same to you, Papi" Cassandra whispered back.
They shared another kiss-the umpteenth kiss two shared that day- before Sean pulled away and announced. "This calls for celebration, Yo Mike" Sean said, addressing the 5,9 in height, 18 year old boy with black spikes, brown eyes, high cheekbones and a pointed nose, sporting a black leather biker jacket, biker gloves with spikes and baggy denim jeans.
Michael raised an eyebrow.
"Wanna go to the bottle store?" Sean asked him.
Michael responded with a grin.
After watching the two of them run off to their cars, Alydia, Shakira and Cassandra turned to each other with bright smiles and pulled each other into another group hug.
"This is so amazing" Alydia exclaimed enthusiastically when they all pulled apart "Now all of us go onto the Semi's".
"Hey" Shakira pointed out, stopping Alydia from squealing in excitement."Not all of us".
Shakira and Michael's race was scheduled for tomorrow at the Beach. Michael was a very good racer. He won almost over 50 drives in all of his years as a DTS Employee.
Shakira, however, was not as lucky or talented. She could barely scrape through as 3rd or 4th.
Cassandra gave Shakira a sympathetic smile and put her arms around her shoulders. "Dont worry, Kira" she said soothingly. "Tommorrow we'll wake up early and I'll take you around the track myself.".
Alydia tried to smile sympathetically as well.
She inwardly thanked the deities above that she wasn't Shakira. She was a trained professional when it came to racing. She won her race yesterday coming in 1st place.
The three slowly walked back to their cars.
"So, where are the Semi's taking place?" Shakira asked.
"I talked to Tony" Alydia said "Apparently, Allistair has arranged it to be somewhere overseas, like Spain or Greece. Unfortunately, its out of his jurisdiction and the cops are super strict there. He can't bribe some of them off like he does here. So Tony says it might be in California."
"Oooh, the O.C. That's our motherland!" Cassandra gasped with a delighted grin "This should be really interesting."
Suddenly, screaming noises were heard. The girls turned, confused, to the road.
Another race had just taken place.
10 cars were racing.
One stood out from the rest, over taking them all.
Loud accelaration sounds were heard as Drake's Black Bugatti Veyron hit NOS and Breaks at the Same time.
Drake swerved around in full 360 and drifted his car past the finishing end in first place, his hand out the window, flipping off his contenders.
"Oh yeah.." Shakira muttered."Definately Interesting..."
"Let all the heat pour down.."
Shakira, Alydia and Cassandra ran into their pale-yellow, triple story house (A gift from Allistair, after parking their cars in the drive way.
"I'm good as long as he's around "
When Sean said 'Run to the bottle store', it was pretty sure that he meant 'bring the bottle store to the house'.
"He let's me wear the crown"
It was a raging party. Many close friends and acquaintances. Women were scattered. Some danced on the counters, others were found bumping and grinding with many other guys and a very few were talking to friends over drinks. The boys played drinking games, tearing down the many bottles of alcohol that Sean and Michael went to buy.
"I do my best to make him proud"
Sean had the disco lights set up. Pink, blue and green beams lit the little private dance floor.
"Now all my super ladies
I got my baby, if you got your baby, baby "
Michael was at the DJ booth, mixing the song "Dance for your Papi" from with various other beats of his own.
Cassandra found Sean seated at one of the few tables with his friends, all holding beers.
"Move your body, move your body
Dance for your papi
Rock your body, rock your body,
Dance for your papi "
Shakira ran into the 'club' and over to the bar where she immediatly started packing out glasses, pulling out Vodka and making Mohitos for the party.
Alydia joined her momentarily on one of the stools on the other end.
"Put your hands up in the air, dance for your man if you care
Put your hands up in the air, air, air, ohohohohoh"
"Mojito for me please, Kira?" Alydia asked.
"Coming right up" Shakira said, pouring the Vodka into the glasses.
"Can you believe today just happened?" Alydia asked in excitement.
Shakira shook her head. "No, it feels like its one big dream".
"I know!" Alydia said, clapping dainty hands together. "I'm sooo exited, this is going to be so great"
Shakira nodded, handing a glass to Alydia whom tipped the glass in thanks, took one sip and sighed in delight.
"Delicious" Alydia muttered before taking another sip.
Shakira smiled as she pulled out a cloth and began to wipe the bar clean.
"Hey, know what else is Delicious? that Gorgeous Hunk of a Muchacho" Alydia stated and fluttered her long mascara-laced eyelashes, dreamily.
Shakira raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Who?"
"Drake" Alydia said simply.
Shakira rolled her eyes.
Alydia groaned. "Oh come on Shakira, don't tell me you don't think he's the hottest Barbaro alive"
"I don't" Shakira said before shrugging.
Most girls would die happy in the arms of that man.
It was disgusting, really.
Shakira couldn't see what was so amazing about him.
The guy was a jerk.
In plain English .
"Im starting to worry about you, Kira" Alydia stated, swirling the drink around in her hand before taking another sip. "Not noticing someone as fine as Drake? something must be wrong".
Shakira rolled her eyes. "He's just not my type, I don't do assholes, remember?"
"Mmm.." Alydia hummed, a look of deep thought crossing her features."He might not be your type, but he is hers" she said.
She glared down at the contents of her glass rather than at her friend who continued to stare at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" Shakira questioned.
Alydia sighed and put her glass down. "I'm talking" she began, then paused for dramatic effect. "About Drake and Cassandra"
"Drake and Cassandra?"Shakira asked, confused. "What do you mean?"
Alydia sighed. "Alright, now I'm really worried. Don't tell me you haven't noticed!"
"Uhm, I think I'm the one who's starting to get worried" Shakira claimed "and noticed what?"
Alydia rolled her eyes. "Didn't you see the way they stared at each other at the Race today, and how they're always at each other's throats?"
"Ofcourse" Shakira said. "We all hate him remember? he's an Asshole to us"
"He's an Asshole to us" Alydia said, pointing between herself and Shakira "But he's an Absolute Bastard to her. Ever since we formed this team. They've always been at each other's throats"
"What are you trying to get at?" Shakira asked.
"I'm just wondering if there isn't a back-story to it, ya know?" Alydia stated with a shrug . "A Bad Romance or something"
Shakira shook her head and returned to wiping the bar. "I'm sure its nothing" she stated conclusively.
"Still" Alydia said, raising the glass back up to her lips. "It's worth investigating" There was a mischievous twinkle that graced Alydia's blue eyes.
Shakira threw the cloth onto the bar and glared at Alydia menacingly. "Don't go causing trouble, Lydia" she warned "She's marrying my brother".
Alydia made a 'pft' sound and waved her friend off. Taking her last gulp of the Mojito, she turned around and saw Michael, who was done 'DJ-ing' and was now dirty dancing with a young Asian girl.
Alydia narrowed her eyes. "Who's that?"
Shakira reached for a clean cloth to clean the insides of a few other glasses before looking up at the pair briefly.
"That's Michael's new Girlfriend" she said simply.
"Oh hell no" She heard Alydia utter, getting up in a harsh, swift movement before marching over to the couple.
Shakira watched out of the corner of her eye as Alydia shouted at Michael, pulling him away from the girl with a sneer.
Shakira rolled her eyes and sighed.
It was no secret that Alydia liked Michael.
She was obsessed with him, to be more precise.
One time, Cassandra walked into Alydia's room and spotted thousands upon thousands of photographs of Michael scattered across Alydia's bed.
Another time, Michael complained about a missing hairbrush and it miraculously ended up in Alydia's cupboard.
A 21 year old women was after an 18 year old boy..
Disturbing really..
"Hey, Shakira?" came a male's confused voice.
Shakira put down the glass and cloth, looked up and smiled cheerfully at her boyfriend as he made his way over to the bar.
He wore a biege business suit. He had deep brown eyes and honey blond hair.
Shakira ran up to him and wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed him feverently.
"I'm glad you made it" she said as they pulled away,
Jonathan smiled down at her and pecked her forehead.
"Yeah" he said, looking around. "Its an awful big party, your brother said I should come immediately. He said you guys were celebrating something big"
Shakira gushed "Yeah! Sean and Cassy just won this real big race. It's my turn tomorrow, Hopefully I can drive circles around them" she said, trying to force on determined voice.
Jonathan stopped and stared at her, his expression falling into a stern one.
Shakira creased her own face in concern. "What?"
"A race?"
"..Yes?"
"Again?"
Shakira raised an eyebrow. "Well..yeah, we race all the time".
Jonathan sighed and grabbed hold of her shoulders. "Shakira, what are you doing?"
Shakira raised both eyebrows this time. "What do you mean Jonathan?"
"You cant go around like this, racing. Its not even real racing, this is what street people do for kicks" Jonathan said, trying to reason.
Shakira gasped offened, her expression contorting to a glare. "Street People?"
Jonathan looked at her. "I didnt say you were a street person"
After dancing for what felt like forever. Sean and Cassandra stopped for a breath, and a very long and passionate kiss, before Sean pulled her into a corner.
"I have something for you" he whispered.
Cassandra smiled up at him. "What is it?"
Sean grinned and slowly bowed down on one knee.
Cassandra gasped as he pulled out a black velvet box from his pocket.
"Lydi and Kira said an Engadgement isint official without the ring" Sean stated as he opened the velvet box, revealing a beautiful 7 karot diamond ring. 'Its not much, but im hoping with the $100 000 cash prize I can-" he was cut off by Cassy who threw herself into his arms and began placing kisses all over his face.
"Its perfect" she said.
Sean smiled vibrantly and kissed her deeply.
After they pulled away, he looked deeply into her eyes. "Do I have to say it all over again?" he asked.
"YES!" Cassandra exclaimed and held out her hand.
Sean laughed before he cleared his throat. "Will you..Cassandra Selena Maria Esparansa Separto" he began, taking the ring out of the box and placing it near her finger. "Marry me?"
"Ofcourse!" Cassandra squealed and gasped as Sean slipped the ring on her finger. She stared at it for a few moments admiringly, before turning to him and giving him a passionate kiss.
The Party was beginning to clear up. Shakira had just finished cleaning the last of the glasses when Cassy and Sean came to take a seat on the stools infront of the bar.
"Hope its not too late to order another Mojito" Sean said.
Shakira smiled and grabbed a glass and some Vodka. "Ofcourse not"
"What happened to Jonathan?" Cassandra asked. "He was here wasnt he?"
Shakira nodded glummly. "He left about an hour ago"
"Everything okay?" Sean asked. "If he hurt you I swear to God I'll kill him"
Cassandra turned to Sean with a scowl, and hit his arm lightly, before turning back to her friend.
Shakira smiled. "No, its nothing, everythings okay, he just had to go back because of this huge meeting he has going on"
Sean seemed to accept this, Cassandra raised her eyebrow but Shakira just narrowed her eyes and widened them, signalling 'not now..". Cassy shrugged, deciding to force it out of her later.
After Shakira had made Sean the drink and handed it to him, she turned to Cassandra and spotted the diamond ring on her finger.
Shakira smiled optimistically and jumped up and down. "YAY! finally Sean decided to take our advice"
Sean rolled his eyes and Cassy laughed and held out her hand as Shakira ran around the bar to them to gape at the ring.
"Its STUNNING!" Shakira gasped.
"It cost a fortune too" Sean stated. "But its not the real one, when I get the money, Im going to buy her 45 karot white Gold"
Shakira laughed. "You're spoiling her"
Suddenly the doors opened and a tall, dark, handsome man, wearing a black business shirt, jeans and a gold wristwatch walked in. The man looked around the room briefly. "Aww Man, Partys over already?"
Sean, Cassy and Shakira turned around and smiled at their closest friend and Agent, Aljay Johnson.
"Teaches you not to go to your Moms on a friday night" Sean said loudly.
Aljay grinned and walked over to them.
Sean got up from his seat to handshake and hug him, Cassandra and Shakira following after to hug and kiss him on the cheek.
"Great Race today Cass, Sean" Aljay said. "You two always make me proud"
Cassandra smiled as the three of them took seats at the bar. "You taught us well Aljay"
"Don't give him the credit!" Sean said exclaimed. "Its got nothing to do with him, some of us are just born with this talent" he said, gesturing to himself.
The other three rolled their eyes and chuckled.
"A Mohito Aljay?" Shakira asked, reaching up to get fresh glasses.
Aljay pulled a face. "Mm, maybe later Kira. The Party in me hasn't kicked in yet"
"As if it ever will" Sean chuckled, gulping down his Mojito in one full swig.
"Keep it up and you'll be Agentless Sean" Aljay warned playfully.
"Its not like you've been doing your Job" Sean retorted, yet playful as well.
Shakira and Cassandra shook their heads at one another.
The party ended after another hour, everyone went home, Michael had been worried of Alydia's bulling on his new girlfriend so he decided to take her home, just to be safe. Alydia had gone to bed immediatly after they had left, but everyone was sure she was somewhere in Michael's room looking for a new Object to cast some Voodoo on.
Aljay, Sean, Shakira and Cassandra sat at the bar, talking and laughing and admiring Cassy's ring, and discussing wedding details.
Aljay let out a loud yawn.
"Hahaha Already? wow Al" Sean stated.
"Shut up" Aljay said, when he stopped. "I've had a real long day".
"Maybe we should all turn in" Cassandra announced. "You can bunk here for the night Aljay, I'm pretty sure Michael isint coming home until tomorrow".
"Nah that's alright" Aljay said, smiling at Cassandra. "I should be getting home anyway, need to talk to Allistair about the Big End Race, I'm counting on you know Shakira" he said, pointing to the bar-lady, who's expression turned sullen. "I know you can do it, dont disappoint me".
Shakira nodded and Aljay got up, gave everyone a hug goodbye, and turned away to walk out the door.
Once outside the house, Aljay walked up to his blue Ford but was stopped dead in his tracks by his cell-phone ringing.
"Talk to me" he said into the phone when he answered it.
...
"What?" Aljay said confused, he blocked his one ear with his hand to properly hear what the person on the other end was trying to say.
"Dom, slow down man" Aljay said exasperatedly, before his expression turned to surprised.
"You're what!?, you and Kim are where?!"
Aljay sighed. "Ayt, hold on, I'm on my way"