Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Chapter Two - That Time When Ella Joined the Team
The garage was calm. Everyone was minding their own business, but the owner of the place. Han couldn't concentrate on his work. It was the fourth time he read the same paragraph of that document; in fact, he had already passed by three whole pages, yet he couldn't tell the content of any. Irritated, he tried to clean his mind and started to read the paperwork all over again. Less than ten minutes after, Han realized his mind was off again.
He sighed. Giving up, Han threw the papers back to the table. 'It's time for a break anyway.'
Leaning back in the chair and putting his feet on the table, Han let his mind wander to where it wanted so badly: the brown-eyed brunette he had met at the races the last day.
Ella.
Even her name sounded perfect for him. Ella was different from any girl he had ever known. She didn't have the normal standard of beauty, but it didn't matter to him. She was fascinating, a different kind of prettiness. Han chuckled at the memory of her unpalatable personality. Since he arrived in Tokyo, a girl had never treated him so badly.
'Ella, the girl who didn't give a damn about me.' He laughed at such lame thought.
Han was brought back to reality by the sound of an engine and tires skidding getting near his establishment. Stretching his neck to get a better view of the garage, Han saw a white Fisker Karma drive into the place and catch everyone's attention.
The first thing he noticed was a pair of military boots hitting the ground. As if she was moving in slow motion, Ella got out of the car. Han smirked. She was hotter than he remembered and now, wearing those shorts, he could see how perfect her body curves were beneath her clothes.
"What is she doing here?" He wondered then raised from his chair and leaned against the railing; he got a package of gummy bears from the table and popped a sweet into his mouth.
Ella looked around the place searching for someone until she saw him, smiled and waved. Han nodded at her. She seemed to be in a better mood since she was smiling at him.
She turned again to the crew searching for Sean. She found him underneath a red Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX a.k.a. Evo. Walking determinedly towards him, Ella kicked his leg when she got closer.
"What the hell?" The angry voice of Sean came under the powerful machine accompanying the sound of a hitting. Grumbling, he slipped out of the bottom of the car, massaging his head. His eyes widened when he saw Ella. "Shit!"
"Hello, Sean." She said sarcastically with an evil smile when she saw his terrified expression. "Do you remember me?"
"Sure… What a silly question." He answered while scratching his head, then smiled shyly at her. Oh Man, she should be so pissed off at him.
"That's good! So, please, tell me: WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU PICK ME UP AT THE AIRPORT, JACKASS? I WAITED A FUCKING HOUR FOR YOU TO ARRIVE SITTING IN A DAMN UNCOMFORTABLE CHAIR!" She yelled.
Sean winced.
Everyone in the garage watched the scene with their mouths open; it was surprising to see such a tiny girl being so angry. How someone so small could swear so much? As Han already knew her personality somewhat peculiar, he watched the argument with amusement, waiting for the time that she would to explode or kill Sean.
"You said you'd arrive at the 10th, we're one day ahead in Japan." Sean tried to jest with the angry woman, remembering what his father said when he forgot to pick him at the airport. But Ella didn't seem to be in the mood for jokes; if looks could kill, Sean would probably be pushing daisies by now.
"Are you kidding me, Sean Boswell? Are you really making fun of me? Because if you're doing this I have to say that's not smart at all." Ella said menacingly, narrowing her eyes.
"No. I'm not doing that. I swear. Please don't kill me." He added as fast as he could.
"You're an idiot. I should kill you. Y'know what? That's what I'll do, because then, maybe, you won't forget me again. In fact, you're not gonna do anything after that because you'll be dead, but who cares?" Ella came closer to Sean with heavy steps. The poor boy shrank thinking that she would hit him – what would be horrible for him because she beat like a man.
He closed his eyes and waited for the blow that never came. Instead, he felt delicate arms involve him by his neck. Not wanting to take any risk, he opened just one eye.
Sean chortled, hugging her back. He buried his face in Ella's neck to smell the perfume he had missed so much. Peaches. She smelled like peaches and vanilla.
The rest of the crew looked with wide eyes. What the hell? A moment ago they were arguing and now they were hugging. Could someone explain this?
Han's eyes widened as well; this was one side of Ella that he hadn't seen. He wasn't expecting something like that.
"Hey, guys. Come here." Sean called everyone. "Ella, let me introduce you to the crew. That is Twinkie." He said pointing to a black boy with rapper style.
"Yo, baby girl." Twinkie said. Sean rolled his eyes and continued.
"That's Reiko, Earl and..."
"What's up, Han?" She interrupted him, greeting the Asian again.
"Do you know each other?" Sean asked suspiciously.
"We met last night when she showed up in the races to murder you." Han said indifferently.
"Were you at the races yesterday?" Sean asked and before Ella could answer, he continued, "Why didn't you come to talk with me?"
"Well, I thought it'd be less embarrassing for you to pull your ear in front of your team rather than in front of everyone." She teased.
"Whatever." Sean snorted, "Guys, this is my older sister, Ella Toretto."
They exchanged glances.
"Ahnnn... Sean?" Twinkie called him.
"Yeah?"
"Wouldn't be Ella Boswell?" He asked confused.
"I think I know the last name of my sister, Twinkie." Realizing that everybody was still confused, he continued to explain, "Ella is my half-sister actually."
"A'ight then." Twinkie said excited, then pushed Sean aside and offered his hand to Ella. "Nice to meet ya, sugar."
"Sugar? Really?" Ella mocked, liking him already.
Before Ella realized everyone was in an enthusiastic conversation. Han decided that that was enough; he had three cars to deliver to their owners by the end of the week.
"Alright, everyone. Back to word." Han called their attention, "I don't pay you to be chatting. We have three cars to fix if you remember."
"You mean, WE have three cars to finish, right? Since you never do anything." Reiko complained, pointing at herself, Earl, Sean and Twinkie.
"Let's make a deal then. You guys don't need to work, I fix the cars and at the end of the month I don't pay anyone. Do you agree?" Han said sarcastically.
That was enough for everyone return running for their business.
Ella laughed.
"Come." Han called her, head pointing to the upper of the garage. She followed him to some couches in the loft. He threw himself on a sofa, while Ella sat in another one looking at the kids, "So, Toretto like Dominic Toretto?"
"Who wants to know?" Ella asked suspiciously, "A friend or an enemy?"
"Let's say that it's a member of the family." Han replied, smiling gently, making her smile back at him.
"Yes, like Dominic Toretto." Ella said simply, "Actually, you're talking with his younger cousin."
"How a Toretto can be a relative of a Boswell?" He asked curiously, still eating his candy. Ella shrugged and stole a bit of his gummy bears.
"Well, my father was brother of Dom's father. When I was 5 years old, he died in a car accident; Toretto's style and I'm pretty sure you know what that means. It didn't take a long time to my mother find another guy and time later, Sean was born." She said and then added sarcastically, "Of course it didn't take long for Major Boswell goes away too."
Han was thoughtful. Ella looked at him and smiled.
"And that is how a Toretto can be a relative of a Boswell." She said. Han smiled back, still eating his gummy bears.
"Stop hitting on my sister." Both heard Sean's voice coming from under the loft.
"Stop getting involved where you're not called." Han retorted.
"Don't worry, Sean. He's not my type." Ella yelled back to his brother.
The guys laughed.
Han looked at her indignantly. How come he was not her type? He was every woman's type.
Ella chuckled when she saw Han looking at her with astonishment. He was definitely her type, but he didn't need to know that. Yet.
Hi everyone! I'm so happy because there are people who actually read my story; I was so afraid that no one would like it. So thank you very much. =]
Well, for those who want to know who Ella is: She looks like Katharine Mcphee (because I think she looks good with Han =P).
Anyway, thanks again and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one will be bigger, I promise.
