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The alarm the next morning wasn't like it usually was. Two skillets being hit together near Shayla Nyugen's ear, making her jump.
"Rise and shine, Babucha!" The Latino said laughing as the four year old Yuki Nyugen jumped on the bed beside her.
"Mommy! Mommy! Get up!" Yuki shouted, sounding excited.
Groaning, the ebony haired woman rolled over onto her back, "If Bernie agrees to take you to the park, will you go downstairs and eat your breakfast?"
"Yes, Mommy!" the dark haired little girl replied excitedly before hopping off the bed and downstairs.
"That kid is spoiled rotten," Bernardo Martinez said, laughing as the woman sat up and ran her hand through her tangled ebony hair.
"Yeah," She replied before standing up. "Leave before I kick you out."
Bernardo nodded, laughing before he did so.
Sighing, Shayla made her way over to the mirror. Her mismatched eyes staring back at her.
"I have the feeling I won't be able to tell him today," She whispered before she got a pair of black sweats and a black tank top out of the dresser drawer.
Changing, she felt a lot more comfortable in these clothes. She grabbed a pair of socks from the top drawer and her neon green Vans from the foot of the bed before making her way downstairs.
As soon as she sat down on the couch to put her shoes on and they were on her feet, a plastic cup with fruit and yogurt found its way into her hands.
She looked up, confusion in her mismatched eyes.
"I'm driving you and you're eating on the way over," The black haired Emperatriz María Sanchez explained in a voice that left no room for argument. "It's already eleven."
Shayla nodded, standing up and following the Spaniard out to her aqua and lavender 1999 Toyota Celica.
"Get in and start eating 'cause as soon as we get there, you're getting out and the rest of us are skedaddling," The Spaniard said to her multicultural friend as she got in on the driver's side.
Shayla nodded, getting in on the passenger side and starting to eat what she could.
Pulling into the garage, Emperatriz put the car in park, "Get out and Leon replaces you."
Shaking her head slightly, she gave a weak smile at her best friend before getting out. Leon was by the door, "Trust us about this, Shay," He said before he got into the Celica with his girl.
The others of Toretto's crew did the same, leaving the pair alone.
Turning around, the woman's mismatched eyes landed on Jesse, who was sitting in his little area of the shop with the computer. Walking over to him, she could hear soft and very faint sobs coming from the blonde mechanic. Stopping at the threshold of Jesse's little area, Shayla knocked on the doorframe with her knuckle. Gaining a glance before he diverted his eyes away.
"Jess," The ebony haired woman said as she made her way over to him. As she did so, she noticed he flinched a little. Not enough to tell if you weren't paying attention.
She sat down in the chair beside him, taking his hand in hers, "Jesse, listen to me," She whispered, trying to get him to look at her.
"I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-s-so s-s-s-s-sorry, S-S-Shay," he stuttered, refusing to look at her.
Using her free hand, she touched his cheek. Finally getting him to look at her, "Jesse, I'm not mad at you. I never was."
"Y-y-you n-n-never were?" he asked, confusion in his blue eyes.
She shook her head, a smile on her face, "No, Jesse."
When her lip touched his, he froze. Slowly he melted into her kiss, pulling her onto his lap.
"I could never be mad at you, Babe," She whispered in his ear before he kissed her once more. As if afraid this would be a dream.
Shayla pulled away long enough to speak, "I still have to tell you something, Jess," She started, only to be interrupted by several car engines.
"I guess you'll have to tell me later, Baby," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.
After Emperatriz threw a bandanna into the doorway, Shayla responded, "Everything's decent. No need for the bandanna, Triz!"
"Good!" The Spaniard responded, walking in and laughing. "I would hate to have a repeat of a couple months ago, Shay."
Even though Shayla Nyugen's skin was dark, you could tell that she was blushing like crazy at the mention of it. As well as the blonde mechanic. His face looked like a tomato!
"Jeez! Can't a woman have a little fun around here?" The Spaniard called out as she was lifted up by both Vince and Leon. The two men laughing the entire time.
"Not if said fun gives us a ripe tomato and a charred tomato," Mia replied, laughing as she looked over some documents in the manila folder.
Her pouty face made the crew erupt into even more laughs before Dom spoke up through the amusement, "Alright, we need to get to work. Jess, over here," The mocha skinned man looked to the dark skinned woman. "You go with Mia. Work out the financial kinks."
Grumbling, Shayla followed the younger Toretto reluctantly.
"And you, Triz, how much do you know about engines?" Dominic asked, hoping that the Spaniard could take over for Shayla for a little while.
"Enough to take one apart and put it back together again in to out in four hours," She responded, earning a nod from the older Toretto.
"Good, get over there with Letty," he told her before looking to Leon and Vince. "You two make a parts run."
The two men nodded, leaving the garage for a little while.
After about half an hour, Mia and Shayla were trying to work something out with Dom while Brian backed up a flatbed truck with a totaled 1999 Toyota Supra on it.
Dominic looked up from the papers, as did Mia and Shayla.
"Alright, what the hell is this?" he asked, resting against the doorway.
"This is your car," the blonde replied, his stupid smile on his face as he motioned to the totaled car.
"My car?" Dom asked, pointing to himself with a disbelieving look on his face. "I said a ten second car not a ten minute car."
"You could push this across the finish line," the Mad Scientist said, hitting the smashed door of the car as if expecting it to fall to pieces. "Or tow it."
"You couldn't even tow that across the finish line, Jess," Shayla said, smirking as she walked up to the men and Letty.
Brian gave a look of mock hurt, "No faith."
"Oh I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard," the older Toretto said, motioning around the garage.
"Pop the hood," the man said to Jesse and Shayla.
"Pop the hood?" Dominic asked, pointing to the car.
"Pop the hood," Brian confirmed, motioning to the car as well.
As soon as the hood was off of the car, it fell off.
"2JZ Engine, no shit," Jesse said, sounding excited as he leaned over to inspect something.
"This might be a decent car after Jess and I are done with it," Shayla said, looking into the engine as well.
"I retract my previous statement," Dominic said, touching Brian's forearms with the crowbar.
"You know what, this will decimate all," Jesse said, turning to the blue eyed man beside Shayla.
"After you put about fifteen grand in it and if we have to, overnight parts from Japan," Shayla added, laughing.
"Put it on my tab at Harry's," The mocha skinned man said, laughing as he touched Brian's forearm with the crowbar. "I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass. There's a showdown in the desert called Race Wars. And that's where you do it."
Dominic Toretto started to walk off before turning to look at the newest man, "If you can't find the right tools in this garage, Mr. Arizona, then you don't belong near a car."
Later that day, Jesse had led Brian to his little area of the garage to show him the car on the computer program.
Shayla had heard Brian tell the blonde mechanic that he should be going to MIT as she made her way up to them.
"Yeah right," Jesse said, laughing a little. "I got that, uhh... What's it called? Attention disorder…"
"ADD?" Brian asked, looking to the man at the computer.
"Yes, that s-shit," He said, flicking away some ashes from his cigarette. "I was good in math and shit, everything else I failed, dropped out of school. It's s-something a-about engines that c-calms me down, you know?"
Brian nodded as Jesse continued, "And it seems that lately, e-engines aren't the only things calming me down. Shayla and Yuki do too."
"Yeah, you're good with her," Shayla said, finally announcing her presence. Almost scaring the two men.
"Shayla!" Jesse shouted with his hand over his heart. "What have we told you about sneaking up on people?"
"That wasn't me," Shayla said, holding her hands up in surrender. "The Spaniard whose footsteps are of a vampire is who you guys told that to."
Brian looked between the couple, confused as to why they compared Emperatriz's footsteps to a vampire's footsteps.