This is short af and definitely a filler chapter. Whoops. I promise that the next chapter is at least twice as long lol. Anyways, enjoy and be sure to tell me whether or not you liked it!

They hadn't gotten any further than kissing and feeling each other up. She already felt like she had sand in places it didn't need to be, and being naked would have only made it worse.

He had started to pull her underwear off, when she told him that they had gotten far enough, and he left it at that. They went back to kissing, their movements getting slower and more chaste as the day started to wear down on them.

When they fell asleep, it was with Mykie curled into him, his arms wrapped around her. She had slipper her dress back on at some point and was trying to get as much warmth from him as she could, even though it was already humid outside, even at night.

In the middle of the night, Jesse woke up to his phone buzzing in his pocket. He slowly let go of Mykie and got up, pulling it out. It was Dom. They were making another hit on the truckers tonight, and he needed to be there. He felt guilty, leaving her there, but he couldn't just not show up to it. Dom would have his head. Hopefully, he would make it back in time, before she woke up.

And he did. When she woke up the next morning, it was when Jesse was picking her up to carry her back to the car. She flailed for a moment, eyes snapping open as she momentarily forgot where she was, but stopped when she noticed the other blonde.

"Hey there," He grinned, walking them back to the car. She smiled, leaning in to give him a morning kiss.

"Hi. How long have you been awake?" She questioned, leaning back in the seat when he put her down.

Jesse got into the driver's seat and started driving down the dirt road. "Only a few minutes. Did you… Did you have a nice time last night?" He asked, nervous.

"I had an amazing time." She leaned in, surprising him a little with another kiss. Within the first week they'd known each other, he'd gotten used to how touchy-feely she was. By now, it was normal. Kisses were something else, though, but he wasn't complaining.

Mykie pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked to see if anyone had called. Brian had, and he left a voicemail. She turned the volume on the phone down so that it was low enough that Jesse couldn't hear; just a precaution.

"Hey, I won't be home today. Tanner wants me to come in, help take down Tran. Cover for me with Dom, yeah? I'll explain everything when I get home." She sighed and snapped the phone shut. She really wished she knew what her brother was doing, but he refused to tell her.

Jesse stopped by the apartment, letting Mykie take a shower and change clothes. She pulled him into the shower with her, and it was a while before they got any actual cleaning done.

The smell of sand and ocean clung to them, even after they were done, but she didn't mind it.

She gave him a pair of Brian's cargo pants to wear, since their clothes from the night before still had sand clinging to them. She changed into her own pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, finding an oversized one that she stole from Roman a while back and passed it to Jesse.

They left and went to Dom's, parking on the street and got out. Jesse was out first, running around the car to open up Mykie's door for her. She smiled, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek. They walked, hand in hand, inside.

Leon whistled from his spot at the table, catching the multiple hickies on Mykie's neck and collarbone. She rolled her eyes, hitting the back of his head as they passed.

"Y'all had a little bit of fun, huh?" He teased, voice still gruff with sleep. Mia looked over from cooking breakfast, smirking at Mykie.

Mykie pointed a finger at him, letting Jesse pull her down into his lap once he sat down. "Yes, it was fun. But nobody's pants came off, so don't even start." At least, not while they were still on the date. The man didn't need to know that, though.

Vince raised an eyebrow, having ignored the blonde up until then. "Really? Didn't take you for the virtuous kind," he sneered.

Mia gasped, turning around to glare at him. Letty glared as well, "What the hell, Vince?"

Mykie put a hand up to stop them from going any further, "Nah, it's cool. Trust me, I've heard worse shit. Some prick with an ego big enough to compensate for lil' Vince isn't about to hurt my feelings."

"Fuck you." Vince snapped and stomped off.

Mykie wiggled her fingers at him, calling back a cheerful, "Toodles, dickface!"

Letty snorted, raising her hand for a high-five. Mykie grinned, smacking her hand. "That was awesome, girl."

The next morning, after they'd finished the Supra the day before, they were all crowded around it. All of their hard work had paid off and it was a beauty.

Brian got in the driver's side, Dom getting into the passenger. Mykie had begged to go, so she was sitting between Dom's legs. His arm was wrapped around her waist, since they were forgoing seatbelts.

Jesse walked over to her side of the car, giving her a chaste kiss. "You did a nice job on the paint, baby."

"Thanks, doll face." She grinned, patting him on the cheek.

"You did the paint?" Brian questioned. He didn't know, since she'd done it while he was out arresting Tran and his crew.

Mykie nodded, leaning back against Dom so she could be more comfortable. "Yep. I did the paint, but Mia did the decal."

Letty grinned, leaning against the car. Seeing Mykie so close to Dom didn't bother her, since she knew the blonde only had eyes for Jesse. "You ready for this?"

Brian turned the engine over, and the three in the car relished in how it practically purred underneath them. Jesse rubbed the hood, leaning over it with a mad grin. He pulled away as Brian started driving, tearing out of the garage.

They drove for a few miles, Mykie having to fix her hair into a bun after Dom complained of all the hair in his face from the wind. "I love this car," She sighed, grinning at Brian.

A red light was quickly approaching, a Ferrari in the lane next to them. Brian leaned over the wheel, calling out to the driver. "Nice car. What's the retail on one of those?"

The man sneered at the trio, the woman in the seat next to him doing the same. "More than you can afford, pal. Ferrari." He revved his engine, Brian doing the same after.

The trio stared at him in silence for a moment. Dom turned to Brian, his arm tightening around Mykie's waist. "Smoke him."

Brian gave a small nod and turned his attention back to the road.

The light turned green and they were off. The Supra stayed just a hair ahead of the Ferrari. The lanes ahead of them were occupied, so Brian swerved onto the other side of the road, missing a sedan by inches. Mr. Ferrari went the other way, onto the pull-off lane. Brian got back onto the right side of the road easily, getting side-by-side with the Ferrari again before getting ahead of it quickly.

Brian, as Dom had ordered, completely smoked the douchebag. Mykie cheered, throwing her arms up. "Hell yeah, baby!" She shouted, laughing along with the two men.

They continued driving until Dom told them to pull off at a bar and grill called Neptune's Net. They parked in one of the few spots available and got out.

A waitress sat them at a table for four, Mykie choosing to sit with her brother. She ordered a plate of shrimp for them to share, with extra cocktail sauce. She picked at it, sipping at her lemonade.

Her brother had gone quiet, giving the surrounding air a tense atmosphere. She shifted in her seat, feeling awkward.

Dom finally spoke up, "So, what's wrong, Brian?"

"Nothing, man, I'm fine." He denied, throwing a piece of shrimp into his mouth. Mykie looked at Dom, catching his eye. She shrugged, grabbing a piece for herself.

He pulled off his sunglasses, folding them up and setting them onto the table. "Come on. Obviously something's off."

The blonde refused to meet Dom's eyes. "Look, I have my good days and bad days just like anybody else." Mykie frowned at her twin, wondering what was wrong. While that was true, this came out of nowhere.

"Brian, don't lose that cool of yours. That's your meal ticket." Dom said, looking out at the room they were in before looking back at him.

He gestured to the plate of shrimp, "My meal ticket? I can't pay for my own shrimp?"

"Bri, don't be a dick right now." She sighed, massaging her forehead. He glanced at her, but otherwise ignored her.

"I got the shrimp." Dom told him, turning the tray around so the shrimp was on his side of the table.

"No, that's one thing about me you don't understand. I don't take handouts. I earn my way, every step." He snapped, angrily picking up a piece of shrimp and dipping it into the sauce. Mykie watched him, rolling her eyes. "I need something extra on the side, like you."

Dom's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in close. "What do you mean, like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"That's what it means."

Dom held his hands up, looking confused and even a little agitated with the blonde. "What does that mean, like me?"

"Don't start some shit." Mykie warned, not looking up from grabbing another piece of shrimp.

He glanced at her, eyes icy. Turning back to Dom, he said, "Don't try- I'm not stupid, alright? I know that there's no way you paid for all that shit you got under the hood-" Dom made a face, gesturing for him to lower his voice. He did. "There's no way you paid for what's under the hood of those cars, by doing tune-ups and selling groceries. Whatever it is you're in on, I want in on it, too."

Dom stared at him, hard, for a moment before looking at Mykie for what she had to say. She put her hands up, leaning back in her seat. "I don't know what the hell he's talking about, man. But," she leaned in, lowering her voice, "if you got a little action goin' on, I could get in on it. Been awhile since I've had a proper adrenaline rush, that didn't come from racing."

Dom wordlessly took out a piece of folded paper and slid it across the table. Mykie snapped forward and grabbed it before Brian could, sticking her tongue out at him. "What's this?"

"Just read it."

She unfolded the paper, raising an eyebrow. Directions. "What's this for?"

Dom smirked, not replying as he popped another piece of shrimp into his mouth. "Directions. To Race Wars. We'll see how you two do, then we'll talk."

Mykie passed it to Brian, "You need it more than I do. I'm riding with Jesse."

On their way out of the restaurant, Mykie grabbed her brother's arm and stopped him from going to the Supra. "Give me a second," she told Dom, before pulling Brian around to the side of the building.

Brian let her pull him around, wondering what his twin wanted.

"Look, Bri, I should have told you, I know. Please stop ignoring me. I just didn't want you to worry, you had enough shit to worry about with your job," she told him, refusing to break eye contact with him. "I'm sorry for not telling you, Bri, I swear."

He stared down at her, not saying anything. Her eyes started to get watery and he finally sighed, pulling her into a tight hug. Seeing her hurt, shot, had scared the shit out of him but refusing to talk to her would get them nowhere. "I'm sorry too, for not talking to you."

She buried her face into his chest, shoulders trembling as she forced herself not to break down.

When they got back to the car and her eyes were bloodshot, Dom didn't comment on it.