Author's Note: Long overdue update, I know. College has been kicking my ass, but hopefully people are still checking for this story because I intend on finishing it. Enjoy ;)

Hatred filled Suki's eyes as she gazed intently at the little red markings. Each one a reminder of how significant Letty was in Dom's life. Even from afar, Letty still managed to wedge between them, and it pissed her off that Dom allowed it. It only made her blood feel as though it was boiling. Her own boyfriend was counting the days down for a reunion with another girl. She didn't like it, didn't agree with it, and didn't understand it. She figured anyone with a brain knew that was a no-no. But, this latest finding was finally showing her the light: that no matter what she did or said Letty would always be placed above her.

As soon as Suki hears the door to the bathroom open her fingers viciously crumble the calendar into a ball. Once Dom steps back inside his room to suggest plans for the day his face is quickly met with a scrunched up calendar.

"What the hell is your problem?" Dom roared, rubbing his face where he was hit.

"You're my problem," she yelled back. "You are such a liar and the worst boyfriend a girl could ever have!"

Dom furrowed his brows intensely. "What?" he asked confused. "What the hell happened from when I left to shower and now?"

"Letty, that's who happened. It's always been Letty. Nobody can compete with her. You hold her on a high pedal stool above your own girlfriend."

"Oh, not this shit again," Dom sighed as he threw up his hands. "How many times do I have to tell you that we're just friends? She's not my girlfriend."

"Save it," Suki tersely replied. "That is getting extremely old. If she's not your girlfriend, then why are you counting down the days until she returns, huh? You claim you missed me while I was gone, but it's clear who you really miss."

"Look—"

"No," she cut him off quickly. "I'm sick of hearing excuse after excuse about why you place Letty above your own girlfriend. You always have some tired ass excuse for why you go the extra mile for her. You have feelings for her and there's no other way around it. I deserve someone who is going to put me first. I'm sick of it all. We're done, Dom."

"Oh come on, Suki. Let's at least talk about this," Dom pleaded. He didn't want things to end like this. He really did have feelings for her and genuinely cared.

However, Suki refused to believe it. Without another word spoken she stormed out of the Toretto house and slammed the front door so hard that it made Dom flinch.

"Great," Dom huffed as he sank back into his bed.

A few moments later Vince burst into his room. "Just passed your girlfriend coming up the porch steps. So what was that? Like fight number eight-thousand-nine-hundred-and-sixty-two?"

Dom merely eyed his friend. "Wow, someone has been practicing their numbers. I'm surprised you got that all in one breath."

Vince chuckled and punched Dom in the arm, "Fuck you. At least I don't have an insane girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend," Dom corrected as shoved Vince with his foot.

"You're lying."

"Nah. We're done, as she so eloquently put it," Dom informed him.

Vince looked surprised. "Wow, can't believe she finally let go. At some point I thought she was going to want to surgically attach herself to your hip."

"Shut up, V."

"So what exactly pissed her off enough to dump your ass?" Vince inquired as he jumped up and sat on Dom's dresser.

Hesitant to tell him what broke the camel's back Dom tried changing the subject. "Hey, why don't we go down to the beach today?"

"Sure," Vince agreed and then smirked. "But after you tell me what happened."

"Ah, come on V. Don't start getting girly on me by craving gossip."

Vince snorted. "Nah, uh, don't try that on me. Spill it, bro."

Knowing that Vince was not going to let up Dom ended up explaining quickly. "I had been marking down the days on my calendar until Letty comes back. She saw it and blew it."

Vince immediately started laughing hysterically. "Wait. Marking down the days on the calendar? Seriously, bro? And you're the one accusing me of turning girly?"

"That's the last time I tell your immature ass something," Dom said bitterly.

"Ah, calm down Dominique. I'm just teasing you," Vince managed to say as his laughter slowly began to still.

"Anyway," Dome continued, ignoring his friend's laughter. "She got pissed and accused me of having feelings for Letty. Said she was tired of having to compete with her and said we were done."

"Do you have feelings for her?"

Dom looked at his friend in confusion. "What? Are you serious with that question, Vince? Don't tell me you're becoming as delusional as Suki."

"What? It's not a far-fetched question," Vince bluntly stated. "I mean you guys are real close, and the whole calendar thing is something I'd only imagine corny ass couples doing."

"I think you're reading too much into the calendar markings. And I'm done talking about this," Dom replied as he grabbed a beach towel. "Now, I'm going to the beach with or without you."

Vince knew better than to press on any further, so he simply changed into proper swimwear and joined Dom to the beach.

While Vince mingled with the girls that peppered throughout the sandy beach, Dom relaxed on his beach towel watching the ebb and flow of the tide with one question repeating in his head. Do you have feelings for her? Well, duh, he thought to himself. They were best friends, but beyond that? The answer wasn't quite as clear, even though he profusely told Suki otherwise. Now that he actually had time to think about it he wasn't so sure that he didn't. In fact, he found himself going over countless memories that involved Letty. He vividly recalled those strange moments of unfamiliar feelings—stomach doing flips, his heart fluttering—towards her.

"Yo," Vince's voice boomed through Dom's reverie. "Guess who got us invited to Melody's pool party tonight?" he asked with a devilish grin.

Dom blinked a few times as he resurfaced from his thoughts. "What? Who?"

Sighing, Vince informed him. "You know, Melody. She goes to our school. She's was in our P.E. class. You know, the one with the big," he explained as he motioned to his chest.

"Oh, her" Dom smiled devilishly as he remembered who exactly she was. "Nice."

"I know, I know," Vince bragged as he dusted imaginary sand off of himself.

Dom and Vince only spent a few more hours at the beach mingling with fellow students on summer vacation. It seemed like everyone was invited to this party and neither of them could wait. When they arrived back home Anthony had them do a few chores and killed the rest of the day at Hector's house—who they were supposedly spending the night with.

When the time came for them to get ready for the party a thought that eluded Dom earlier seeped into his mind.

He looked at his friends nervously. "Hey, what if Suki is at the party?"

"Then you're in for a long night," Hector answered quickly. "She'll accuse you of all kinds of shit, like 'you just couldn't wait to get with another girl' and blah blah blah."

Vince chuckled while he shook his head. "Don't listen to him Dom. Suki is most likely at home crying. She probably spent the whole day tearing up all the pictures of you two, gathering up all the shit you bought her, and has plans to burn everything tonight."

"I hope you're right, Vince. I think," Dom responded skeptically.

Taking Vince's advice—which was extremely rare—Dom continued getting ready.

In the next thirty minutes they—Dom, Vince, Hector, and Phillip—arrived at their destination.

When they entered the house their ears were met with laid-back, smooth west coast tunes that vibrated throughout the house. As their eyes scanned through the sea of people their lips curled into broad grins because every girl there was wearing a bikini. And if that wasn't a clear indication of a fun and eventful night, the endless amount of beer and liquor was.

Immediately, all of them navigated toward the booze to retrieve what would become their signature drink—Corona. After satisfying their taste buds each of them went their separate ways. Typical Vince instinctively began mingling with a group of girls next to the pool, Hector and Phillip joined a few girls from their racing crew, while Dom got whisked away by the host of the part to dance.

Most of the guys fell comfortably into their usual routine—flirting, drinking, and dancing with different girls—but for Dom it was an experience that eluded the minute he started dating Suki. And, if he was honest with himself, he would admit that he missed the feeling.

An hour into the party Dom and Vince found they were ready to finally venture into the pool with the lovely ladies.

Vince quickly removed his shirt and was going for his pants when Dom's statement stopped him.

"Shit, I didn't bring my swimming shorts."

Vince immediately rolled his eyes and face palmed, "Bro, that's a good thing. Do you not see these girls in the pool? Do you think they give a shit if you're wearing proper gear? No. Besides, these touchy feely girls are not going to mind boxers."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Dom admitted.

"Of course I'm right. You've just been tied down for way too long. You need to get back in the game."

As Dom began reaching for the hem of his shirt the face he feared he would encounter caught his eyes.

Sitting in the hot tub with a group of guys was Suki. Her demeanor from earlier had completely transformed. There she was laughing and appearing completely blissful.

In the midst of her good time her eyes lifted and caught sight of him. Panic was on the verge of overtaking Dom, in fear that Suki was going to make a huge scene, but instead, she merely rolled her eyes in disgust and averted her attention away from him.

Dom was completely appalled by her demeanor. He mentally kicked himself for feeling sorry for the way things ended between them. It looked like she could not wait to be freed as well.

Shrugging off his temporary shock, Dom stripped down to his boxers, entered the pool, and acted the same way Suki did—as if she didn't exist.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x

The final month of summer resumed and Dom occasionally bumped into Suki. The usual routine was her momentarily giving him an evil glare and resume life as if he did not exist. Dom merely shrugged it off; he was done dealing with the immaturity. For the most part he and Vince spent the summer relaxing, hanging out in the race scene, and making a few new friends.

As the final week of summer materialized Dom found himself excited for Letty's return. He could not wait to introduce her to the new race connects, new hang out spots, and new car maneuvers he learned from his dad. Their tight knit team was going to be complete again.

Three days before Letty's arrival date, Dom found Mia in the kitchen crying in her father's arms.

Concerned, he asked. "What's going on? Did something happen?"

His father sighed, "She's crying because Letty-"

His heart momentarily dropped to his stomach in fear that something bad had happened to her, until Mia's voice cut in.

"Letty is staying in Hawaii. She's going to live on the base with her dad. She's not coming back," Mia sadly informed him.

"Just until Juan finishes out his final year with. Then he'll be discharged and Letty will come back," their father quickly added, hoping it would lessen the blow.

Dom was too shocked to speak. First he thought something horrible had happened to her because of Mia's grim expressions and vast torrents of tears running down her face. Turns out it wasn't that bad, only it felt like it was. His best friend—whom he had been counting down the days for—wasn't coming home just yet.

He felt disappointed.

Feeling anger rise in his system he bitterly expressed, "Good for her. I'm going to bed."

Without another word spoken he trekked up stairs, headed straight for the calendar he de-crinkled months ago and tore it up.