Chapter 2

It had been a few days since a Letty had gone over to the Toretto's. She decided she would go over and say hi. She walked outside of her front door, and saw Dom in the garage. Mia was sitting in the yard, reading a book. Letty walked over to the house, and almost immediately, Mia saw her.

"Hey Mia." Letty said.

"Hi Letty." Mia said.

"Can I go work on the car with your brother?"

"If he lets you."

"K, thanks.

Letty walked over to the garage, and knocked on the frame of the door. Dom looked behind him, when he heard the knock.

"Hey Letty. What's up?" Dom said

"The sky." Letty said.

"What?"

"You asked what's up, and I said the sky."

"Very funny, smart mouth."

"Can I help you with the car?" Letty said, pointing to the old 1970, black Charger.

"I don't think a girl would do any better than a guy."

"What? Are you saying that a girl is less powerful than a guy?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Can I work on the car or not?"

"How much do you know about cars?"

"A lot. Where I used to live, there was a lot of street races. The people taught me about cars. Plus my dad used to work at a shop."

"Where exactly did you use to live?"

"The other side of LA. We moved because my dad got a job at Harry's, that and the violence was high over there."

"Does your dad like working at Harry's?"

"Yeah, I guess. He's only been working there for a few days. Why do you ask?"

"Because my dad owns a garage and a diner. If your dad ever wanted a little extra money, he could come work for us part time. You could help my mom and Mia in the diner. My cousin Cassie usually helps at the diner, but she just started playing soccer after school, so she doesn't have as much time."

"I'll ask my parents. Now, can I work on the car?"

"Go ahead." Dom step, stepping out of the way. "By the way, where do you go to school?"

"I go to the closest middle school. I don't remember what it's called."

"You mean Cibolo Hill. Is that where you go?"

"Yeah."

"Vince and I go there."

"Cool, I guess."

Dom and Letty spent the next few hours working in the garage, when Marcella called them in for lunch.

"Hola Leticia." Marcella said, as Letty and Dom walked into the house. (Hello Leticia.)

"Hi Mrs. Toretto." Letty said.

"Oh, por favor, llámame Marcella." (Oh, please, call me Marcella.)

"Ok." Letty said, as she sat down at the table.

"¿Por qué están ustedes sentados a la mesa, sin lavarse las manos?" Marcella said, looking at Dom and Letty. (Why are you two sitting down at the table, without washing your hands?)

"Lo siento, mama." Dom said, as he stood up and walked to the sink. Letty followed him. (Sorry, mom.)

Once Dom and Letty washed their hands, they sat back down at the table, and Marcella said grace, they were ready to eat. Marcella had prepared chicken tacos.

"¿Mama, puede Letty y yo ir al garaje, más tarde?" Dom said, looking at his mom. (Mom, can Letty and I go to the garage, later?)

"Sí, pero terminar su almuerzo primero. Te llevaré allá, cuando termine." Marcella said. (Yes, but finish your lunch first. I'll drive you over there, when I'm done.)

"Gracias, mama." (Thanks, mom.)

After they finished eating lunch, Marcella drove Dom and Letty over to the garage. Dom showed Letty around the garage, and the diner, that was right next to the garage. Dom showed Letty the car that she could work on. It was a 1974 Plymouth Barracuda. It was a matte black color.

When Dom showed it to Letty, he could see that she was intrigued. He knew that she loved cars. He was wrong to doubt her.

After a few minutes of looking at the car, Letty went straight to work. She picked up a wrench, and started fixing it.

Dom and Letty worked until 6:30, when Tony said it was time to go home. He drove Letty back to her house, and then drove into his driveway. Letty walked into her house, with a smile on her face. She was happy she got to work on a car.

A/N: Hey guys. I know that in F&F 6, Dom said Letty was 15 when they met, but I like the story better if they met as young kids. Also, I'm not sure of the year. Apparently Letty is supposed to be like 34, and Dom is in his early 40's, so technically they're not 2 years apart, but the story flows better, that way. I'm just gonna say it's 1995

I will probably skip ahead like 2 years, on the next chapter, because I'm gonna explain the death of Marcella Toretto.

I always enjoy feedback.~Marie.