Hello my friends!

Okay, first I AM SO SORRY! I know, I know *throws rotten tomatoes at self* I've been sooooooo…..bad. Okay, so I've been away for quite some time, (I've actually been working on my first novel in the hopes of getting it published some day, but that's beside the point…)

AND I HAD REWROTE THE CHAPTER TWICE! So that was a little tedious, lol. The first try was just pitiful, and for some reason I was having a hard time connecting with Jett and Han, so REWRITE NUMBER ONE! I got pretty far, then suddenly decided oooo, Han should have a POV during the shirt/ending garage scene (hope that didn't give too much away *winky wink* ) so REWRITE NUMBER TWO! Finally I got it all polished and pretty (haha. Not really that was a lie) and to a point where I thought it fit. And alas here's the chapter. I made it super long for you, and I hope you like the ending

Love you all. And I swear on Spongebob's pants that I will have the next chapter up and running in a couple of days. Dear lord I hope I didn't just jinx our favorite sponge…Epp…

Alrighty then, so. Like always please excuse my atrocious grammar/spelling. We left Jett and Han, and the rest of the crew in Palette Town (And to Raven, no I didn't even notice the Pokeman reference lol, thanks for pointing that out.) Now just to fill you guys in a bit, Jett and the crew with probably be hanging out there a lot, I have some plans in store for the ferris wheel that's there. I wanted to write them visiting it in this chapter, but it didn't fit. So that's for another date, another chapter!

Jett's theme song for her and Han during her flashback is:

Video Game, by Lana Del Rey (This woman is brilliant and she is one of my/Jett's favorites. So you WILL be seeing a lot of her in my story ;)…

Han's theme song is actually at the very end, during the garage scene. (*wink wink* you'll understand once you read it) And that is:

Lotus Flower Bomb, by Wale

I was gasping once I reached Tashi, kneeling beside her I heaved breathlessly like a drunken chain smoker who hadn't removed herself from a couch in years. It was pretty embarrassing. But despite my lack of physical fitness, I beat Neela and Reiko by a landslide. Sure my boobs were trying to knock me out in the process, but I still manage to beat the both of them despite the fact I was several inches taller then all three of them. "It can't be…" I muttered, glaring up at an oversized orange neon sign that read Hooters in big flashy font. "You must have read it wrong." I turned to Tashi, who stood beside me in the center of a crowded sidewalk gawking at her cellphone then back at the resturant's sign.

"No, I read it right…Seven times. It's the only one on the Daiba waterfront!" Tashi growled. Her accent sounded weird when she was a small ball of pure, unrefined, rage, like the rest of us. I was more breathless then anything, but I could just visualize myself biting someone's head off because of this.

"You've got to be kidding me." Neela gasped once she finally caught up with us, it was surprising how slow of a runner she was, considering her petite frame.

"Maybe it was a typo?" Reiko, always the optimist of the group, offered.

"No." I practically growled, "this says Han all over it."

Neela jerked her head to the side with a curious frown, I was waiting for her to claim it wasn't in Han's character at all, but then something flashed across her face and nodded. She had obviously remembered that I knew Han much longer then any of them, and decided not to question it. And I'm grateful she hadn't. Believe it or not, the vague feeling that I was missing something yet understanding it all at the same time, pounded my head into believing I had a memory connected to…a Hooters?

"Well, I don't know about you guys but I'm starving." Reiko stated with a monotone, she, along with myself, was extremely reluctant into being tricked to eat at a Hooters. But I was too confused to even consider the moral wrongness of the situation. Instead I tried desperately to reach back into my subconscious to connect the two, while Neela and Tashi aimlessly led me by the hand across the street into Odiaba port.

We walked through the front door and was slightly surprised. But only slightly, I tell you! (I refuse to admit defeat when, Han, or a Hooters are involved) I was expecting stripper poles, pasties, and middle aged men drooling over themselves. Well, I got one out of three right. I pulled at the second set of glass doors with the big H letter handles, (how tacky,) and flung myself in a world of boobs, beer, and chicken wings.

"Excuse me? The name of the party you are with?" replied an all to perky Japanese girl with bleached blond hair, her jet black roots showing from her scalp. Oh please, I refrained from rolling my eyes. I was more of a blonde then she was, and my dad was Italian.

"Lue…" I growled Han's surname through gritted teeth. Reiko, Neela and Tashi, exchanged strange looks, Han obviously didn't use his real last name anymore; smart…

"I'm sorry, there's no one listed under that name." She looked at me from down the bridge of her nose, and I could feel myself slowly losing my patience.

Down girl! I cried to myself. The little chained green animal was snarling, barking and foaming at the mouth, it probably was an allergic reaction from the smell of peanuts and testosterone. Sniff…sniff, and slut.

"Twinkie?" Tashi tried. The false blonde shook her head and waited with a cocked eyebrow. How was finding your dinner party suddenly feeling like trying to open your grandmothers email account?

Suddenly it dawned on me, of course he wouldn't use his real name. "Han Seol-Oh…That's who our party is with. Seol-Oh." Obviously my guess was right, because the hostess had suddenly gone deadpan, and I could tell I managed to knock her down a couple pegs. I couldn't help but laugh as I said it, I had always told Han that was the worst alter ego EVER, it had always reminded me of Star Wars. But then again it was flattering he used the alias I suggested for him some many years ago.

I nearly gasped. How did I remember that? I hadn't even realized we were being led towards the back of the restaurant, until Neela grabbed my hand again. She must have thought I was going insane, but then again, isn't that the main purpose for having friends?

I remember…Something-,a weird fragment… Then as if a flash of light, the memory was rushing through my system, suddenly sending me to my cousins house in western New Mexico. It was a couple months before Letty died, I was sitting in Mia and Dom's living room, on the floor. I was watching Vince kicking Dom's butt on Grand Theft Auto. I was surprised how ironic it was, now thinking back on it.

I remember I was painting my toe nails this really pretty plum color, it reminded me of my dad's old Nova, when Han walked in. Luckily Letty was out with Rico and Tego on a grocery run, so I wouldn't get any weird girly looks and suggestive winks. We were going to have a giant barbecue, and Dom was inviting the entire neighborhood over. And, of course, Han would never turn down a good pig roast and some my real Aunt Lydia's Spanish rice. Our Aunt Lydia made the best Spanish food in the state, easily, and whenever word was out she was cooking Han wouldn't be found too far behind.

I remember she was taking me up as her apprentice, being the only girl in the family who she bestowed the Torretto secret family recipes, besides Mia of course. But Mia despised cooking so I was Lydia's little protégée in the making. She would always tell me that the best and most effective way to a mans heart was through his stomach, so apparently I thought it would be a good idea to learn how to cook…Embarrassingly enough, I think fourteen year old me wanted to learn cooking, in theory because of Han, but I would never admit it to him now.

I was hiding out, while our Auntie was screaming Spanish profanities in the other room, slamming pots and pans around, looking for the Goya seasoning for the Alcapurria's (which is a VERY Spanish food, from Puerto Rico). 'Ahh! Win again!' Vince threw his game controller to the floor, dangerously close to spilling my open bottle of polish. I distinctly remember telling him if he spilled it he would be the one scrubbing the bluish green from the ivory carpet.

'Who's the king!?…Vince is the king! I am! Woo!' The entire room laughed at Vince's eager display on his miniature victory. The leader boards came onto the old tube television and various names and retarded innuendos were listed from the highest score to the lowest. Burnin' Bush Jones (Letty), Big King Pin (Han), Dom (do I really need to explain that one?) Gay Lord (Tego. Well really it was Letty who hacked his game profile.) And then me, Jett Black…

Vince for some reason put 'Vince the Menace,' and watched smugly as it tacked its way up to first place on the leader board. 'So is that your alter ego now? Vince the Menace?' I remember chuckling

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'Oh, like it's as original as Jett Black.' He half sneered half boasted, leaning down to my line of view as I leaned against Dom's feet, my back to the couch. I stuck my tongue out at him halfheartedly, before they started another up another game. 'All your alter egos suck, mines the bomb!' I remember saying while painting my big toe. 'If I ever need to use a fake name that's what it's going to be, Jett Black…Ohh, or maybe Jett Lee. That would be awesome. How about you Han?'

It was a strange topic to start but the guys knew I was known for spouting off about random worthless things, and they seemed to have fun humoring me. But still it just seemed more entertaining to strike up a weird topic with Han then listen to those two bicker at each other during a dumb video game with my crazed Spanish aunt pounding against the stove in the other room. 'I don't know I guess I never thought about it.' I remember him smiling down at me from were he stood leaning against the door jam, a bottle of Dos Equis in his hand. We'd always make fun of Rico whenever he bought that certain brand, and simply told him all in perfect unison 'He was the most un-interesting Spaniard in the world.'

I remember my heart fluttering at Han's smile, he didn't smile much anymore, none of them really did. There was something on everyone's minds and I seemed to be left out of the loop for a reason. But I don't know, this certain smile just… It was fun and caring and…playful, like the one he had given me in the mall. It was the old Han smile.

I remember thinking for a couple minutes, and then snapping my fingers. I would smile at him with a self satisfied grin and say, 'Solo.' I remember he looked at me like I grew a third eye, when suddenly it dawned on him. He gave me a knowing crooked grin before rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his drink. 'Get it? Han So-'

'Yeah, ha, I get it. Wouldn't that be a little conspicuous? If the entire point of having an alter ego is to keep under the radar then why would I call myself Han Solo?'

I remember shrugging and continuing with a second coat of plum, 'I donno, it was just an idea. Besides, you probably could get away with it, maybe change the spelling up a bit to something, asian-y. Might work. What would call yourself then?' I remember laughing then working on my last toe nail. 'Bob Jones?'

'You really think I look like a Bob Jones? I don't know maybe Lee something…Lee's a pretty "asian-y" name I guess.' I remember feeling so completely embarrassed with myself, a blush rouse to my cheeks burning my skin. Then suddenly Dominic and Vince assumed they could invade the conversation.

'Vance Tyler, I'd probably go with.' Everyone looked at Vince skeptically like we where waiting for a catch. But he shrugged and put down his game remote, 'what? We're talkin' inconspicuous right? So what's more boring then Vance Tyler?'

'Sounds like a shmucks name.' I muttered the to myself, making Han laugh. Man did I love that sound.

'How bout me?' Dom would ask me in his usual deep voice, getting my attention with the light nudge of his hand against my shoulder. I thought for a moment rubbing my chin I looked at my cousin. 'Nico Torres…' Dom smiled at me nodding with a wink. 'I like that Nico Torres, it's an anagram… Pretty good thinking' kid.' Dom would ruffle my hair like he always would and started up again on his game with Vance Tyler. It still sounded like a shmucks name to me…

Before I realized it, I was back in reality, back in a hooters back a confusing world that wasn't my own…That was weird, I thought, while watching Neela scoot into the booth seats beside me. I was staring directly at Han without even realizing it, and he was looking directly at me. But he was looking at me with worried eyes, looking around the table I found everyone looking at me like that. How embarrassing. "Are you okay?" Twinkie asked, from across the table.

Fluttering my eyes a couple times I nodded holding my breath while taking the last seat on the booth across from Han. "You know I hate you. I know this was your idea." He looked smug, and I knew that was a guilty smile.

I shuffled around trying to get comfortable in these crappy plastic benches, but my wide butt was hanging one side. They squeezed too many of us on this one booth…

"Are you okay?" Han asked me, his body leaning into the table for me to actually hear what he was saying through all the screaming and yelling coming from the bar behind us.

"No, my butt is too big for this freaking seat." I groaned completely embarrassed now, I know that wasn't what he was asking me but I didn't want to get into the entire flashback in front of everyone else. I think accidentally elbowed Neela in the boob during my failed attempt at trying to get comfortable, shuffling my butt between her own narrow body and trying to fit my much more…uhhmmm, curvy one from falling off the edge.

"Your too wide," Han teased with a wicked smile, I gave him a near death glare immediately and had remembered I was mad at him in the first place.

"You know what? You suck. First of all you make us go to a freakin' Hooters. Talk about degrading for females. And now your telling me I'm fat, after you put four of us on one booth that can barely fit the three of you! I mean seriously are you thirteen!?…" By now Twinkie and Earl were snickering and I could see Reiko slap Earl on the arm from the corner of my eye. Our entire table watching me and Han as we do a silent battle with our eyes, mentally decapitating each other with cold scowls and narrowed eyes. Of course I think I was more mad then he was, idiot. He always had to seem so…aloof all the time didn't he? For once couldn't he just give me the sadsifaction of making him mad or nervous or just something!?…Why was I constantly the one who was emotionally compromised in this relationship!?…

Did you just say?

No!

Yes you did, you said you and Han were- "I need something to drink were the heck is our waitress?" I practically snapped, turning my gaze away from him. He won't win tonight, I won't let him. I'll beat him at his own game.

That's what she said!

What the heck!?…Would you just go away!

Luckily we ordered our drinks within a few minutes of my miniature meltdown, and one of the managers brought me a chair to sit my giant balloon bumper on, so the other girls had enough space. Of course it sucked for me because I was stuck at the end of the table, so I was victim of back groping while various people walked by, and the worst part…I was stuck sitting beside Han.

I felt an occasional nudge of his foot against my leg beneath the table, my control that was restraining the urge to kick him as hard as I could straight to the shins was wearing thin. Why did men always think they could stretch their legs out during the most inappropriate of times?

"Okay, okay…If you could a car in the entire world, body kit, mods, wheels, interior, sound system, everything. What would it be?" Earl asked, while we waited for our food. The other end of the table was playing a game of What If, while me and Han sat in the dark, figuratively, keeping silent and sipping on our Iced Tea/beer.

I think somehow Han knew what I was thinking about, I could just feel it. Like his eyes were searching through my subconscious leading him back to a distant memory that he had suddenly remembered himself. I know he couldn't know exactly what I was remembering, I don't even know what I was trying to remember…It still felt hazy other then that one scene were we exchanged a couple words about our names…Something about that certain day…about this Hooters (surprising? I know) was giving me a strong case of déjà vu. I just could feel something had happened that day, after that memory, something important, something that changed my relationship with Han forever, and the desperation in my stomach was making the look in his eyes seem more dangerous then he actually was.

"How about you Jett?" Twink was talking to me, but I wasn't listening, I couldn't listen…

"Darla." Han replied, kicking my calf with his own foot to get my attention. I snapped my head in their directions and smiled questioningly, trying to hide my retarded deer in a headlights face. "Yup?"

"What's your dream car?" Earl asked. I felt the spotlight shining it's blinding light into my eyes, I bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed.

"Uhhmmm, I donno-" that was a lie. "What is yours Han?"

Han shrugged and gave me a bored 'I could care less,' face, which only made me regret my choice involving him in the conversation in the first place. "I liked the Lexus a lot."

I rolled my eyes, and leaned back in my chair, "that wasn't the question. That question is, what if, as in something you haven't driven already. Smart guy." He shrugged again, and I gritted my teeth in his direction. "You know what forget it. You have the imagination capacity of a newborn.

"And to answer your question, Earl…My dream car probably is a custom plum 72 Nova."

"Well, that's specific." Tashi giggled.

"It was the first car I worked on with my dad…and it was the car he died in…" I cringed once it came out, and I could instantly feel the pity party begin. But not from Han, never from Han, and I inwardly thanked him for that. He was there when I got the news, and like myself he didn't want to relive that certain part of our lives. Even if I could hardly remember large chunks from it.

"Okay, are you guys ready to order?" Said the all too perky waitress. I thanked her as well, for showing up at the most opportune moment possible. I really dodge the bullet with that one, I'm going to need to learn how to bite my tongue. Which was sooo…hard for me, considering my background and the people (Letty) I lived around.

"And you Sir." I rolled my eyes sticking my tongue out, when she looked down at Han. The girls laughed, and the fake blonde hadn't seemed to notice, she was far too busy oodling over Solo. I snickered again, catching Hans attention. He looked at me funny with a cocked eyebrow and a look that was telling me 'what are you doing now?'

I simply shrugged and looked down at my menu trying to hide my disgust, "have we met before?" I could hear the waitress ask. Oh, please was she serious? She was going with that line? Honey, serious it wasn't going to work, guys never-

"Ahh, yeah, Han right? You drive that hot yellow car, right? I don't really know cars I just like watching the drifting…You know I know what I like…Hahaha"…

Is she serious!?…Hot yellow car? Are you twelve!?…She doesn't know what a Mazda looked like!?… "I know what I like"?…What the heck did that mean?

By now my jaw was on the floor, and I found myself staring at her from behind shooting daggers at the back of her petite little head. Han opened his mouth to say something but I cut in before I could even reconsider myself, and before I knew it everyone was looking at me. "It's a Mazda, actually…An RX-7. Not that you really care, right? After all, you like what you like." I smiled up at her, and she looked back down at me like she wanted to rip my arms off and slap me with them for even interrupting her gross attempt at trying to hit on Han.

"Right…" Was Hans response. I could tell that he was trying to hold back a laugh because he was bighting his upper lip, he never did that unless he was trying not to laugh. "I'll, uhh, I'll take the steak. Medium rare…" I scrunched up my nose, it's a pity he was ruining a perfectly good hunk of meat by eating it practically raw. Yuck.

Everyone knew what they wanted immediately, more specifically the girls. I think it was all that running from mall cops and such. Finally after a good five minutes of waiting for Tashi to decide if she wanted to chicken or the fish, the waitress decided to finally take my order, reluctantly. "And you Miss?" She practically seethed, and looking a little peeved after having to draw her attention away from Han and stop her flirting to get my order.

I completely ignored her, glaring at Han with a smirk I pointed a black polished finger in his direction. "Your buying my dinner btw…" He leaned in closer to me smiling mischievously, our faces coming so close I could see the black in his iris's.

"Not if your going to text-talk, I'm not." His cool tone low in the rowdy restaurant. I would have just left it at that, but it was obvious the waitress was getting the wrong impression between us and was getting uncomfortable. And, hey, what can I say? I was taught by the best when it came to messing with other girls, so I played along. It was too fun messing with the waitress, and so freaking easy, I couldn't help but smile devilishly back at Han. He knew what I was doing, and I was surprised to find him going along with it as well, maybe he hadn't changed that much after all. The waitress became embarrassed with her flirting, obviously assuming me and Han…well, yeah you know. She anxiously shuffled her weight from side to side while watching our weird display of…well, I don't know what it was but it certainly wasn't flirting…

Are you sure? Because from this very I could swear you guys are-

Just shut up nobody asked you! Go back in your hole!

My face suddenly became serious and I jutted out my bottom lip. "Fine. Would you pwetty pwease, buy my dinnwer…I'm hungy and you made me eat at a Hwooters…"

"Ah, great baby talk." He snickered. "I don't know, from my experience, you're an expansive date." He gave a knowing stare down. He was talking about his car, and for some reason this only made me giggle harder.

"Oh stop you know you wove it." The waitress became suddenly rigid, and I knew we got her. Man, we're bad. I laughed to myself, maybe I could just push her little bit more?

Your so bad.

I know.

Leaning back in my chair I gave my best, you know I'm the schiz-nit face. "Besides you know the end results when you invest with me." I crossed my arms, and watched as the waitress practically unraveled beside me. I hadn't realized how wrong our conversation sounded until I think back on it now, she probably was thinking we were talking about something…well, if you guys think the way I do then you get the picture. In all honesty I was talking about the me winning last nights race, and somehow it rolled over into something dirty. (Like that last sentence.)

Han narrowed his eyes at me, and I could hear a distinct pause lift around our table. Reiko's confused face searching between me and Han and then onto Earl like she had missed something. "Anyway!" I practically yelled to the waitress, "I'll take what he ordered, but burn mine. I don't enjoy getting poisoning, thank you very much."

Okay, now your just being a cruel, mami. Let up…

She gave me an obvious sneer that was hidden behind a false grin, cocking her head to the side before muttering something in Japanese beneath her breath.

She collected the menus and with one last death glare at me over her shoulder she disappeared into the crowed. I could feel myself breath a sigh of relief. I wasn't in the mood tonight. "You do know she's probably going to spit in our food right?" Han asked.

"Yeah, I'm beginning to think that…"

"Well that was…interesting." Neela's accented voice pointing out the obvious. I don't know why, but at that point I could feel my entire body shake with hysterical laughs, my lungs aching for air as I laughed so hard my stomach started to hurt. Soon the entire table started erupting in laughter, there was no doubt in my mind the people around us thought we were insane.

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"So have you decided wither you'll let me and Earl use the garage?" It seemed like the best time to ask Han, while we waited for our food to come. I watched his hands, his long fingers forming little balls out of the small pieces of napkin he ripped up. Putting one of the paper balls on the handle of his spoon, I watched him pound his fist against the other end and the goofy grin that formed on his face when the paper sphere reached its destination in his discarded cup of ice water. "Are you seven?" I asked in disbelief.

This only made his grin widen, and my stomach do annoy flips. I rolled my eyes and chuckled, I hated the fact that I could stay mad at him for longer then a minute. "Did you hear me, or are you just prolonging the inevitable?"

He sighed, pushing aside his makeshift slingshot and leaning into the table to talk to me. "Why can't you just do it at school? Isn't that what schools are for? Using their junk?"

"First of all, that's probably the best description I've heard in a while. And second, our school doesn't supply the tools. It's BS, I know, I had already talked to the principle about it, but I think he called me an ungrateful goat in Japanese, so I'm steering clear of him. Besides…even if they did, school wouldn't have all the cool toys." I pouted the last bit, giving him my best puppy dog eyes, jutting out my lower lip for added effect. He won't be able to resist me!

Growl…

You're a pervert…

He rubbed his chin for a minute tapping his finger over his mouth, he was thinking, a line forming between his brow. "What's in this for me anyway?"

Placing an exaggerated hand over my heart I take on a serious tone, "the joy of seeing your favorite teenage misfits pass shop class with flying colors."

He laughed harder then I would have liked to admit, knocking his head back I growled. This was going to be harder then I thought. "Han pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeee…" I whined jumping up and down in my seat for emphasis.

"What's up?" Twinkie asked suddenly interested in our private conversation.

"Me and Earl have a shop assignment to rebuild an entire engine block. And Han's being selfish and not letting us use even a sliver of his precious garage…"

"Mr. Kashi's class?" Tashi questioned, with wide eyes. I nod with a desperate whimper, dropping my head pitifully into the nestled crook of my arms that rested on the sticky table. "Oh, he's meaner then a dragon. Han you should let them, that guys pretty tough. My brother had him two years ago, and he failed half of the class."

"Can he even do that?" Reiko gasped.

"He can do whatever he wants, he's Mr. Kashi." Tashi stated making my stomach drop and Earls face go ghost white.

"C'mon Han, now you've gotta let em use the shop…" Neela piped in.

"I'll think about it. Darla is still on probation, and I'm trying to figure out what her punishment is."

"My punishment? Excuse me, but this isn't the Han-show. That was your fault you gave me your car keys, no one made you hand them over. Besides you instigated the whole thing in the first place. So really that entire race was your fault!

"And one other thing, smarty pants. You-"

"Okay, we've got a double cheeseburger with a side of onion rings. Fish…" Why was it when I knew exactly what I was going to say, someone just had to interrupt!?… I pounded my fists on my knees beneath the table, while biting my lip in half. "Every-freakin'-time." I grunted beneath my breath. I guess Han heard me be cause he smiled in my direction before winking at me, then quickly reaching over my head for the plate the waitress was handing him.

I waited patiently, I waited impatiently, and I waited steaming with pure rage like the mushy looking carrots on Tashi's plate. I was left without a hot plate in front of me. Instead I was left with the empty appetizer platter, the only sign that chicken wings once resided there were the little leg bones that the boys sucked dry. "Your plate will be coming up shortly. I'm making sure it's extra well done for you." With that the tiny little tooth pick of a waitress spun on her heels and waddled off shaking her nonexistent butt for affect.

"Oh, she don't like you, Jett." Twinkie called, chuckling in between bites of hamburger meat.

"Twink?"

"Yeah."

"Shut the heck up."

It was ten minutes, ten flipping hungry minutes and I still hadn't gotten my food yet. What a dirty little whore! What a complete and utter little tramp! If we weren't in a restaurant I would have ripped her hair out. Heck, I'm still considering it! I resorted to biting my nails while I watched my friends eat their delicious looking fast food. My mouth watered as I watched Twinkie take the last bight of his burger, and I heard my stomach growl from over the loud Japanese pop music that played in the speakers overhead of us.

This sucks! "Jett are you sure you don't want any?" Reiko offered, pushing her plate in my direction. I shook my head no, and thanked her anyway. It was the fifth time someone had offered, and the fifth time I declined, it seemed wrong to eat their food just because I decided to pick a childish fight with the waitress. I guess in a way I deserved to starve…Did I regret telling her off? Heck no. Would I have done it again? Heck yes. But it still didn't seem right for them to suffer because of my pigheadedness.

"That's it!" I screamed over the noise of drunken Japanese men in the distance. "I'm talking to the manager." Slamming my hands down against the thick wooden table I pushed off of it's edge scooting me into the center of the isle. Jumping up in a flurry of pure hot blooded latina rage I spun around, not bothering to notice the faces of warning Han and the rest of them were giving me while I stood. "This is utterly ridic-Ahhh!" Splat!

Oh, my, god…That did not just happen! I stood still, as frozen as a statue as hot juices and gooey mystery sauces dripped down my front, then slathering to the floor. Neela's shocked expression the only indication that my fears were verified, and Han's wide eyed blank stare was making things soooo…much worse. "Oh, my gosh. I am so sorry!" Said the waitress.

I turned my head towards her and then down to look at the mess smothered all over my shirt…"Oh, my god!" I squealed, "this isn't happening to day…It just can't be! Dios Mio!" Suddenly Spanish came flooding from my mouth, and I couldn't stop it.

Not until Han grabbed my arm and was standing in front of me, with a pathetic frown you only give to poor little animals you hit with your car. He started wiping napkins against my neck and face, trying his best to get some of the gunk off my skin and out of my hair. I felt bad because Neela and Earl started kneeling to pick up the broken pieces of the entrée dish, trying to help the waitress as she nervously crawled around my feet to clean up the disgusting mess, her dainty accent spilling out apologies left and right.

"How bad is it?" I asked Han with my hands and fists closed tight, not daring to take another look down my front. "Blown out headlight bad, or blown out transmission bad?" Opening my eyes again I was faced with another pitiful road kill frown.

"The last one." Han stated, trying desperately to make the lettering on my tee shirt visible again, but it wasn't working. Instead I could feel the once warm and soft gooey liquid slowly beginning to harden into a crusty thick paste that would need a blow torch and a pick axe to get off by tomorrow morning.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom and see if I can get some of this gunk off." I whispered, he nodded.

"We can come and help." Neela chimed in already scooting her way up from the booth, but I shook my head quickly.

"No it's fine, just help her. I'll be back soon." And before they could say anything else I grabbed my purse and started for the bathroom, wherever it was…To be honest I really didn't want any company. I was feeling a burning sensation behind my eyes, and I wasn't in the mood to have anyone witness me cry now, not yet, not even Neela.

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I tried to wipe my shirt clean seven separate times, without any results. So I resorted to what any able bodied, smart, dignified young woman, would do in such a predicament…I prayed that batman, or even just Robin would show up with a new shirt, and cried in the handicapped stall. Thinking back on it now, I know it sounded pathetic, it was just a teeshirt, I could have easily ordered another one over the internet. But I think I cried more for my pride, and looking like a buffoon in front of Han, and the rest of my new friends, then crying for my stupid shirt.

I sat on the toilet seat (with my pants up, thank you very much) and ripped off another strip of toilet paper, blowing my nose for the thirtieth time and listening has the noise echoed back to me in the, thankfully, vacant bathroom. Suddenly the sound of the bathroom door creaked open and I held my breath, trying to silence my loud blubbers and listen for the footsteps. "Hello?…Jett are you in here?" I bit my lip, Neela.

I didn't want to talk to her, not now. I didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Lifting my legs to my chest, I waited huddled on top of a toilet watching while her brown leather boots walked passed my stall and stopped. Crap… "Hello?" She pounded on the door, scaring the living daylights out of me. I jumped, knocking myself off balance. I reached for something to gain leverage so that I wouldn't fall into the open toilet bowl, and accidentally grabbed the toilet plunger…

"Ahhh!" I screamed at the rush of cold water splashing against my butt, soaking the back of my pants. I crumbled to the floor in a giant heap of disgusting mess, and waited for a moment until the wooshing of rushing water subsided. I heard the distinct tap of a high heeled boot against the tile floor, and cringed. Busted. "I know your in there. Let me in." Then came another light rap against the stall door.

I sighed, fighting back another blubbering cry, and twisted open the handle while still on my knees settled on the floor. I didn't bother looking up at her, I could hear the gasp in her voice already. "Jett, what happened?"

Finally making eye contact, I gave her a pitiful look that said 'help me!' "I can't get it out." was all I said before starting to cry again.

"Eww, get up. Your on the floor that's disgusting." Heaving me up to my feet, I was somewhat impressed by her strength considering her size. "C'mon' let's clean you up, shall we?" I felt like a drunken fish flopping back and forth while she led me to the sinks and mirrors. "Let me look at you." Taking a step back she examined me for a couple seconds and gestured for me to spin. I did, halfheartedly, and groaned slumping against the sinks when she was finished with her analysis. "Not, bad, I've handled worse."

She nodded then reached over her shoulder for her pocketbook that had seem to suddenly appear out of thin air. Was that there a minute ago? "Worse? What could be worse then this?" I chuckled half groaned pointing to my disheveled sloppy reflection.

"Believe me, hanging with Han and Takashi you meet all sorts of girls…And some need a lot of help. Now turn." I did as commanded, and waited. I heard a squirting noise then felt her hands running through my hair, obviously gel trying to get the frizz out of it after so many washes I had to do to get the steak bits out of my curls. "Okay, take that off, and put this on." I obeyed, throwing my crapped up crunchy tee shirt in the garbage. I'd get another one. And I slid into the white tee she flung over my shoulder. I pulled it over my head, and it wasn't until I looked at myself in the mirror had I realized what the shirt said.

"Nice." I said in a monotone, while reading the bright orange Hooters written across my chest. Well that explained why it was so uncomfortably tight. I watched Neela shrug over my shoulder, "sorry, it was the only thing I could find. Complements el a, on the verge of being fired waitress. " She snickered the last bit. Ohh, it's seems my evil-ness has finally rubbed off on someone!

"Nah, it's good…I'll just... Uhhgg, what am I going to do with this giant water stain on my pants!?…It looked like I peed myself!" I cried, ready to burst into tears again. A giant water stain from the toilet water reached the entire width of my butt, it looked awful.

"Here," She tied a strangely familiar denim jacket around my waist hiding the stain perfectly. And it looked quite stylish, if I did say so myself. "Complements el a Han."

"Remind me to thank him later." I said without even realizing I was beginning to blush. I felt a small arm nudge my side, and caught a sly look from Neela's direction. "What? It was nice of him."

"Nothing, nothing…Your right, it was. And he seemed to be pretty worried when you ran off like you did…"

I rolled my eyes, making her giggle like an obnoxiously love struck teenager. She laced her arm around my waist and I did the same, "C'mon, we should get outta here. They might get suspicious, and jump to conclusions why you were in here for so long." She started bursting out laughing, her snickers bouncing off the walls better then any amplifier could.

"What?…Oh…" My confusion only making her laugh harder as we headed for the door. I grabbed for the handle when the heavy door came swinging open missing my face by inches. Behind it the waitress for our table was standing in the doorway, looking nervous, and as guilty as I felt.

"Uhmm, I just wanted to, see if the shirt fit. And I came to apologize."

I shook my head, I should be the one to apologize. "No, it was my fault I just-"

"No, please. What I did was most dishonorable. I had no idea he was your boyfriend, and I feel so incredibly embarrassed now. Flirting with another girls boyfriend, uhh, it's terrible-" I opened my mouth to correct her, to scream out HE'S NOT MY BOYFRIEND! But nothing came out, I couldn't speak, my tongue became paralyzed, the words just didn't make sense when my mind tried to translate them for my mouth… Or they just didn't want to obey, they didn't want to commit to the words. "-I'm really not like this, and I honestly didn't spill your meal on you intentionally. I'm so sorry, I do hope you will forgive my

unacceptable actions." Her poker straight hair fell in her face covering her saddened features while she leaned forward in the tradition Japanese bow. Guilt started to rolling in the pit of my stomach, and I instantly excepted her apology.

My mouth started making words without me even realizing it, and I could tell Neela looking all smug standing there beside me. "Don't worry about it, it was an accident. And you just didn't know-" Know!?…Know what!?… The last time I've checked Jett, we're not dating Han! Why didn't you correct her!?…

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…You're a big fat liar!…

Shut up, who asked you two anyway!?…

This place is beginning to make me schizo…

"-Besides its probably insanely hard waiting tables while being oodled over. I know I wouldn't have the balls to do it."

This made her laugh and she nodded, "you wouldn't believe." She smiled and bowed again, backing up so we could pass not before chiming in another apology.

"What was that all about?" Neela poked me in the ribs with a scrutinizing smirk.

"She was apologizing." I tried to seem completely delirious, as if I had no clue what she was getting at. To be honest I didn't even know what that was back there…I was still trying to figure that one out.

"No not that!"

"What?"

"You know what…it rhymes with Flan. You see! I told you I would find something that rhymed with Han! And con, and John, and Dawn! Mawn…That's if your Jamaican."

I moaned at her horrible rhyming skills and the potential harassment that will surely be following me until I nail it into her head that I DON'T LIKE HAN! Well, not in that way anyway…

Your lying again.

Shooshhh, she doesn't need to know we used to have a crush on Flan…Uhhg, I mean Han. Stupid Neela.

Yummm Flan. My stomach started to growl and ache worse then ever before and I grabbed my midsection with a groan. "Ehhh, I need food!"

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Han's POV

I rolled up another strip of napkin between my fingers and flung it into the water glass across from me. Darla had been in there for a long time, and I was beginning to worry. Neela went after her, once we all realized she wasn't planning on coming out of the bathroom anytime soon. I was glad she did, because I was ready to barge into the ladies restroom if she hadn't.

"I hope Jett's alright." Tashi replied, she looked worried, but then again the girl always looked worried. "How long has she been in there?"

"I don't know. Lemme-"

"Thirty minutes." I said still watching the half empty glass, cutting Earl off. I didn't need to check my watch, I was counting the seconds in my head. It seemed creepy to think I was counting the minutes she had left the table, but I kept reminding myself I was here to keep an eye on her, for Dom…

I bit my lip trying to turn my head complete around, I felt like an owl. Constantly turning my head to see if I saw the top of a curly haired mess of a girl, but nothing but filthy drunks and Hooters girls. Now that I thought about it, maybe taking her here wasn't the best idea. It seemed like a fun idea at the time, messing with her a little. I just couldn't help myself, I loved messing with her too much. Getting her all wound up…It sounded sick, I know, I'd never admit that to anyone, let alone Dominic.

I started jogging one leg, my nerves have been pretty fried ever since Darla had arrived. It seemed like everything was happening all at once, with having to watch her almost twenty four seven, and being short on some deadlines that needed to be met, I was finding myself in the red with Takashi. Sure I could handle Takashi, but Darla was making things amplify.

I took another swing from my beer, it was my third tonight; I'm going to get toasted. That was the plan anyway. I wanted to forget everything that happened tonight. This place was giving me major flashbacks, and not the good ones, if you know what I mean…

The most pitiful part about it every single memory involved Darla, and my life back when I ran with her family, her little extended family of cons and criminals. This memory was vivid, and it was probably the one I knew best. It was when I left for good, left the states, left her. We were the only ones in a little diner off route 84, it was the only thing in a hundred miles. There was some real heavy stuff going down back then, we were all in deep, and we all felt it was best if we all went our separate ways. I wanted to tell Darla, I wanted to tell her a lot of things, but the timing just wasn't right. I remember the two of us sitting in this diner, she was all bubbly and talkative like always, and she had managed to beat me by packing on three milkshakes. I think she was going through one of those kiddy growth spurts, or whatever. I didn't eat as much then because I was still trying to quick smoking. 'You know that's bad for you right?' She would give me those giant skeptical eyes that always made me feel guilty for some reason.

'Yeah, yeah, I know I know.'

I shook my head to get rid of the memory, I didn't want to think about. Sure it seemed harmless enough, but that one scene would just bring down an avalanche of other skeletons I don't want walking out of my closet.

"Okay, guys please don't laugh. I'm already having a hard enough time okay."

I guess I zoned out. "What?" I asked turning my head towards the isle way, and what I saw I almost swallowed my tongue. "What are you wear?"

Well, it's obvious. A tight shirt… I didn't like that answer, but it was the truth. I could start to feel my eye beginning to twitch. "A shirt." She answered giving me a dirty look.

Don't look at me like that, I could throw you over my shoulder caveman style right now and drag you out of here!

"Well, I can see that. But what happened to the rest of it?" I wasn't being sarcastic, I honestly wanted to know what happened to the rest of it. But apparently she misunderstood my shock for sarcasm and growled at me. Yes, she actually growled, like a dog. A poodle headed dog. With a tight shirt. With a tight shirt and a…Is she wearing a black bra?

I averted my eyes, suddenly trying to look anywhere on her person besides her chest…It was difficult. Very difficult. "You know Han, I can do without all your kind words of encouragement. Thank you very much." Earl started snickering, I was ready to smack him upside the head and ask what it was he thought was so funny, but it turns out he was willing to share without physical threats. "Jett…you look like Tomb Raider."

Her face went bright red and her arms shot up to her chest crossing her arms there. I groaned ready to back hand him, but luckily Rieko beat me to the punch, literally. It made me physically sick to the stomach knowing that other guys were apparently noticing her body. She was only seventeen, she didn't need that type of attention. I reminded myself to breath before I started to get really mad, trying to remind myself that the night was almost over, and if need be I would just have to use myself as a human shield. The last thing I needed now was some scum bag off the street chasing after her. Talk about making my job harder. Why was I even worrying about this? I just needed to get her home, and then everything will be fine.

"Why don't you use the jacket I gave you? Or is this another ridiculous fashion statement?" It was kinda harsh, but I needed to get my point across. This wasn't a time or place for her to start asserting her femininity or some bull crap like that, she looked like a hooker and it was making me nervous in ways I couldn't explain.

I couldn't help but notice the blush that rouse to her cheeks, I obvious hurt her feelings and something tugged in my chest…Man, I can't win today can I?

Nice going Han, your turning into a major schmuck.

She kept her head down, her curls covering her face while she stared at her feet. "I had an accident." she muttered.

"What?" She turned around and I lifted my jacket to find her butt completely soaked. Gross. She didn't?…Oh, my god, ewww…

"I was sitting in one of the stalls and accidentally fell in…"

"With your pants on, I hope."

She chuckled and nodded yes. I let out a sigh of relief. "Man, Darla you really know how to thoroughly screw yourself."

"Hey, guys, as much of an adventure-" Sarcasm. "-this was. We gotta bounce. Tashi has a curfew, and we're already half an hour passed it. So…"

Reiko made an obnoxious squeaking noise catching my attention from Darla's accidental rack. She was leaning across the table to reach for Earls arm, her face dropped when she looked at his wrist watch and the next minute she started pushing Neela from out of the booth. "My dad's going to blow a gasket!"

"Yeah, it's probably best if I go too." Neela chimed popping to her feet. "You need a drive, J?"

"No-" I cut in, digging my hand in the back pocket of my jeans, I throw a couple fifties for the tip. I know I overpaid, despite the difference between US dollars and money over here, but still; I just needed to relax. And the faster I got Darla home, the faster my nerves would subside. "I'll take her home."

"What? You don't think I'll get her home softly?" Neela, with a hand on her hip, gave me the universal look that women generally give when they except you to say the right thing…you just don't. That look alone is the reason why most of the male population is whooped…Sadly I think no man in immune. I've been suckered plenty of times with that waiting look, by only one woman. Ironically it was the same woman who I was ordered to baby sit until the virtual end of time by her cousin. I don't want to get into it…

"No, not really. I've seen how you drive." I said with a chuckle, Twinkie yelled like he was the one getting burned.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Darla yelped, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning into one hip.

"And I know how you drive too. What's the saying, two negatives don't make a positive? Well in this case, two bad drivers don't make a safe drive." I heard Earl snicker behind me, while trying to get up from the tight booth. That was probably the hardest thing to get used to when it came to living in Tokyo. I know when I first came here it was pretty hard for me to cope with the whole space issue.

"You Asian men are so stubborn."

This made me smile, yup that was old Darla.

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"Where the heck did you park the Mazda? In China?"

"Back in the malls parking garage, dur. Stop being so lazy and hustle. I think it's going to rain soon."

"I'm moving as fast as I can with a frozen butt."

"Your freezing? Your wearing my jacket! My arms are freakin' numb!"

"Oh, shut up this is your fault anyway."

"My fault!?…How is this my fault!?…"

"If you hadn't have tried to 'get me back' and forced us to eat at Hooters, instead of a nice normal Japanese restaurant with the sushi and the noodles and stuff. I wouldn't have gotten crap all down the front of me, and I wouldn't have fell in the toilet, and you wouldn't be cold. Because you would have your jacket right now."

…Why did I even bother? Gritting my teeth from the cold weather and Darla's incessant nagging, we wait by a street corner for the traffic to stop before we cross. "Besides-" I roll my eyes, thankfully I was half a step in front of her and she hadn't seen it. Here we go again. "if you gave your almighty blessing, Neela could have taken me home. But nooooo… You just had to-"

"Don't start Darla." I groaned. It was clear she was having a hard time keeping up with my much longer strides, her breath catching while she spoke. I had to remind myself that I walked exceptionally fast compared to the average person and slowed down. It felt like I was crawling but she seemed to appreciate it, giving me an appreciative she took a deep breath before talking again. "You know despite how it ended, I had a really nice time Han. Thanks."

It was nice to hear her say my name without scorn in it for once, it was genuine and it reminded me of how things used to be. It felt like, lately we were like cats and dogs, sure a lot of it was my fault, but we were constantly going for the throat when it came to one another. It was nice to know she didn't hold any hard feelings for the way I've been acting. "No Problem." Was all I said. Suddenly the silence was making me nervous, so I kicked the glowing Do Not Walk sign with the edge of my converse, until it glowed green with the Japanese version of Walk.

Scuffing my sneaker against the pavement I waited for her to speak, or was I just waiting for myself to think of something clever to say? Either way, the awkward pause between us only grew once we got across the street. I kicked the dirty toe of my shoe against the curb. It was a strange habit I had. Apparently when I was younger I always had the urge to kick things. I blame my grandmother for planting me in front of the TV at an early age. Of course the only thing, at the time, that her TV got were old Japanese game shows or karate movies. I think the habit was coming back with a vengeance.

It made me laugh actually, thinking back on all those times where my mom thought I was being a good boy spending quality time with Obachan (Japanese for grandmother) while she took the nightshift. Turns out my sweet ole' asian grandma was smoking and taking naps on the back porch. She never really wanted to bother with me so she dumped me in front of the TV and put on a Bruce Lee marathon. And when I got whiny? Well, nothing a little Pepsi and a couple Pixie sticks couldn't fix. By the time my mom would get home I remember being so sick in my stomach. I hated that woman almost as much as I hated my 4th grade Japanese teacher.

I blame her for both my smoking and sugar addictions that happened later on in my life. I'll tell you one thing, it's been a good twenty years since I've seen a Bruce Lee movie, and that's for a reason. I wouldn't have been surprised if I was five hundred pounds by now, thank god for my fast metabolism… Speaking of which.

"You did eat anything. Are you hungry? You must be starving." Of course she is you idiot! She hasn't eaten anything.

She gave me a half smile, her cheeks turning bright pink. "Yeah, actually I am." It actually was kinda cute seeing her all flustered, embarrassed. Holding her stomach in a shy way, like holding her midsection was going to make the growling stop.

"C'mon' I know a great place not too far from here."

"Actually Han, I was hoping for something familiar…You know? Something I knew existed before coming here?"

I can't help but chuckle, "just come with me, I think you'll like this place."

You all may just think I'm a pretty face who can drift like a god…But I have a super power, aside from everything else. I have a nose like a bloodhound. I can smell food from a fifty mile radius, no kiddin. You want me to do something for you? Help you move? Change the oil in your car? Help you dump a body? Sure, I'd do it for some good Spanish food.

Emmm, I thought noticing my own stomach starting to spasm thinking back on Lydia Toretto's cooking. I remember at some point Darla was trying to learn how to cook but after her family broke up she didn't get the chance. Man, what I wouldn't give for some decent Latin food right now.

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Jett's POV

Han was a genius. Any bad thing I've ever said about this man, I take back. Remember that, Han's a genius! This was pretty much all I could think about while I popped Popcorn chicken into my mouth like tic-tac's.

KFC! Who would have thought KFC would be in Tokyo? Certainly not me, but hey, I wasn't complaining. The little Japanese girl standing behind the counter could barely hide her shocked look when I snatched the cardboard box holding my precious little pretties, shoving them into my mouth way too fast. "And…Can I get a-"

I managed to speak through a mouthful of chicken, "it's alright Han, this is enough for me."

"I know. It's for me, actually." He smiled. I gawked my mouth nearly dropping to the floor as I tried to contemplate how he could possibly eat again.

"Are you serious? Your eating again? You just ate like…an hour ago!"

He gave me a 'so what,' face and a short shrug, before saying this. "But I'm hungry again." The way he said it made me feel like the mother of a six foot Asian baby, who was being told 'no' to… I blinked at him a couple times, deciding to just back away slowly and wait for him to spontaneously combust from overeating.

I was surprised he was in such good shape, considering the way he eats. I mean, he certainly wasn't built like Dom. Dom was just naturally big, I remember him being built like a semi with arms even when he was a teenager. It was kinda ridiculous, actually.

No, Han was just lithe, and… really, really toned. I think most would call that a swimmers body. You know when your not freakishly huge in the arms, but defiantly have arm definition. And really nice chest and shoulder muscles?

Uhhmmm, Eh hem? Jett? Your eye groping…

No. What she is doing is undressing him with her eyes. Eye molester! Eye molester!

I snap my eyes to meet his. I'd obviously been standing there for a long time just staring at him because he was standing in front of me, just staring back. It was somewhat funny, me looking like a chipmunk with my cheeks filled with fried chicken and Han looking back at me with a boyish smile sucking on a straw. We probably looked so stupid, but I couldn't fight back the laugh that pushed it's way up my throat when an elderly Japanese couple walked passed us with skeptical disapproving faces. "Hiya." Han said to them, I laughed even harder, his kiddie voice making everything ten times funnier. The old woman's eyebrows knit together and the old man hurried along dragging her behind him, almost like he was afraid we were two druggies ready to jump them. We must have looked strange to them, an American girl with a hooters shirt that was three sizes too tight and a Japanese man who was stuck thinking he was sixteen.

It didn't take us long to finish eating, I was starved and Han ate like the bottomless pit I remembered him to be. We had ran a couple blocks, challenging each other to a game of 'how far can you run down the sidewalk with noodle arms without slapping anyone in the process?' It was the worst game I could think of, and I nearly peed myself when Han slapped some giant sumo wrestler sized dude while running down the street like an idiot. I had to bite my lip the entire time and hide behind a building corner so I would laugh at the guys face, he was twice Han's size and looked like he wanted to eat him alive. Han just calmly said 'sorry, man…limp arm.' and walked away red-faced and spitting up on himself trying to hold back laughs.

"Did you see that guys face? Oh,my,gosh! I thought he was going to kill you!" I skipped forward following his long stride. I was doing everything I could to burn off all this excess energy that I suddenly was having so bounced around Han, and started randomly walking backwards when the crowds weren't too heavy.

"Yeah," Han chuckled, "I don't think I can play, 'how far can you run down the sidewalk with noodle arms without slapping anyone in the process?' anymore. I might end up dead if I lose." This only made me laugh harder.

"I think your game needs a shorter name."

Still walking backwards I playfully punched him in the arm, "I won anyway, idiot."

"You wish. You were always terrible at games, and you still are."

"Oh please." We had stopped dead by the curb of the street, thankfully it wasn't busy so we stood alone with Han looking down on me with a devilish grin. "If I remember things correctly, it was you who would always get his butt kicked when we'd play basketball!"

"Excuse me, excuse me, I'm a great basketball player. Considering."

"Considering what? Considering the fact you suck!"

"No, considering the fact I'm Asian."

I rolled my eyes snorting; the Asian card again , huh? "C'mon! That's a cop out! That has nothing to do with it!"

"Yes it does. Have you ever heard of an Asian being good at basketball?" A jet black eyebrow raised to prove his point.

I thought for a minute putting my hands on my hips looking down at our feet, I kicked the toe of my boot against his foot trying to think of a name that just didn't want to surface. Could I have forgotten my love of sports after my accident? All those stats, players, championships, gone? Suddenly it came to me and I practically screamed in his face when it came out. "Yao Ming! HA!"

Han rolled his eyes with a smile, he hand nothing to say, I won! "know when you are defeated, hungry grasshopper." I said with my worst Mr. Miyagi impression, faking a Japanese style bow with my hands neatly placed palm to palm in front of me. I could tell Han was trying not to laugh, he was biting his bottom lip again which told me he really wanted to laugh.

"Let's go superstar." He said grabbing my shoulder and slinging his arm over them before walking us along the sidewalk, "I need to get you home. Somebody gotta get dem an ed-u-mo-cation tomar." I nearly spit up on myself, my sides were beginning to ache from laughing so hard.

"You have the worst hillbilly accent; you know that right?"

"I can't be on Moonshine?" I leaned back to look at me with a questioning grin, still fighting back a laugh. His arm was still hugging my shoulders; it felt so strange, but at the same time so familiar, like we'd been this friendly with each other before.

Because you both were this friendly before.

It was a small memory compared to the full blown flashback I had back in the Hooters (I never thought I'd being using that in a sentence) No, this was just something that felt natural for us, like we were old friends who just got reacquainted again.

"Nope, sorry, you can't be a redneck."

We turned a corner, this street was much more claustrophobic, and tight to maneuver around. But I defiantly recognized it, and sure enough, there was the sign for Palette Town a couple yards away. All sorts of bright neon lights flashing and shimmering against the black nights sky; it was really beautiful, Tokyo at night. "Can I ask you a question?" I looked up at Han, I was completely serious now and I could sense he noticed it as well. I hadn't realized I was leaning into him, his body heat was warming my suddenly freezing arms, making me feel a little less self conscious about my appearance. Besides I felt safer feeling his body weight against mine, like I didn't need to worry about getting jumped or something.

We worked our way slowly to the parking garage, I could practically see the entrance over the heads of the crowds. Han was trying to stall, I knew it, he was afraid of what I was going to ask him… "it depends; what's the question?"

I found us facing each other, standing directly in front of the garage now, the buzzing of the floodlights making me suddenly nervous. With his hands in his pockets he gave me one of his signature 'spit it out,' looks, his

eyes narrowing, only a slight up turn of his bottom lip showing a sign of a smile. "I won't ask this again, because I trust you-" I took a deep sigh, looking at my feet I kicked up some invisible dirt. "Has Dom contacted you at all after his disappearance?"

I caught something in his eyes for half a second, my body going frigid immediately. My heart hammered against my chest and swelled all at once, making for a really weird feeling; almost like I was being weighted down by his dark gaze but seemed to feel lighter then air at the same time.

He gave me the saddest expression I'd ever seen on his face, and something tugged at my heart. I immediately came to the conclusion I despised seeing him in pain, it made my chest ache seeing him in discomfort. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything? I bit my lip trying to stand my ground. I needed to know what happened, I deserved to know. I don't remember much, little to nothing really, and Han was my only lifeline to my family, my real family. I needed him, and I refused to let him talk his way around the question. Though from his conflicting expression I could tell he was willing to talk. "I ahh, Darla…" I could feel my hands beginning to shake, I wasn't ready for whatever he was going to tell me. I knew it, Dom was gone, he had to be…

Raising my hand to my mouth, Han grabbed my wrist, suddenly too close. His smell was making it hard for me to breath without getting delirious; I tried to remind myself it was shock. Pure and utter shock. Dom was dead, I'm sure of it. Lowering my face to our feet I fought back even more tearless sobs. "Darla, look at me." He said softly. When he realized I wasn't planning on making any form of eye contact, he sighed. I nearly jumped when warm fingers grazed my jaw, finally resting beneath my chin softly forcing me to look him in the eye. "You know even if I did know where he was- and I'm not saying I do- he wouldn't want you to know." I opened my mouth to say something, to retort, and say he could trust me. But Han knew me too well, and his thumb rested heavily on my lips. " It's safer that way. We just want to keep you safe. Okay?"

I nodded, he was right. As much as I didn't to believe it, he was right…"Okay."

"Alright." It was kinda weird, a pause settled in and both of us suddenly realized how close we were standing. He took a sly step back, and looked around; like he didn't want anyone to see us conversing so closely. "You wanna stay here while I go get my car keys?" He pointed to the little booth far off to the left of the massive garage compound.

"Old school huh?" I asked with a crooked grin, he laughed in response.

"Not all of Tokyo is set in a Sci/Fi, Jett." His smile made my breath catch and my heart race. Stop acting like an idiot Jett, I kept repeating to myself. It wasn't until he had completely disappeared around the corner that I realized…he called me Jett!

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Han's POV

I called her Jett. I don't know why, it just…slipped, I guess. I scolded myself; how could I be so stupid!? She was Darla, Darla. She made that brutally obvious the last time I had spoken to her, before Tokyo, before everything. I know she didn't remember, she had the memory of a goldfish apparently, luckily for me. But it still felt like I was betraying the old her by calling her Jett without her permission. I was stuck in a stick, tangled, web of my own guilt, and my own past mistakes strangling me in the process.

"Thanks man." I basically said in Japanese once I got my keys back from the guy behind the counter. I knew him, he hosted some drifts every once and a while if he needed the extra cash; which meant free parking for me.

I found Darla where I left her, standing directly in the entrance of the parking garage leaning against a yellow ticket booth that no one ever uses. But something was different this time, she wasn't alone. I felt my fists tighten around my keys, and my blood rush behind my ears. I know it was probably nothing, but I think my inner protective babysitter was kicking in. "Hey." I said to her making my presence known while I walked closer, getting a good view of the two other guys standing way too close for my own comfort, let alone hers.

"Oh, Hey, babe. Where have you been?" Darla said, looking at me with fluttering lashes and a bright and gorgeous smile. I was completely lost, and it had obviously translated to my face. Her eyes shifted slightly, telling me to play along. Nudging her head behind her I followed the direction. The two guys. Oh, great. Was I going to have to kill someone?

"So that's the boyfriend." I heard one say, his accent was very thick and pretty hard to understand even for me. I wanted to say something, to tell them to piss off and threaten to run up their backs with my car. The idea of someone messing with her made me sick to the stomach, almost like I wasn't doing my job. "Yep, this is my Han." I could feel my body go stiff as a board once her small arms wrapped around my waist. I was trying to play along as best as I could but my skin was getting freakishly hot despite the drop in temperature outside. I patted the top of her head awkwardly when she snuggled into my chest, suddenly not knowing what to do with my hands. It didn't take them long though, and they migrated to her waist.

This is weird…

"Well, see you later guys." She turned her back to them and looked up at me with big nervous eyes. "Kiss me." She whispered, her voice barely audible over the echo of car horns and police sirens.

"Wha-?" My words disappeared, along with all the valid thoughts in my head.

Her smell was the first thing that my mind registered coherently. It was a nice smell, she smelled soft, if that made any sense at all. Like Jasmine and…baby powder. It was really addictive actually, who woulda thought?

Her body heat was making mine overheat, and my head was overloading itself with all these thoughts that just didn't make any sense. I could tell this was going to be awkward afterward. I was just glad Dominic was here to see this.

Dude he's gonna kill you- God her lips were so soft and plump. Whoa whoa whoa! You digging yourself a grave already, buddy. You wanna plan your funeral to?

Her lips were stiff and timid, like someone who was having their first…Oh…

You idiot, you're her first kiss?…

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, this can't happen, no.

My arms felt like crowbars both weighing a ton, and it was even harder to pry them from her grip and push her away. I gasped for air, my only concern right now trying to collected my thoughts. The edges of my vision started to get hazy from the lack of oxygen, leaving me to wonder; how long had we been standing like this?

Darla's voice was breathy and low, but she still managed words that made sense. I envied her. "Their gone. I guess it worked, huh?" Apparently long enough.

She turned to face me, the same breathtakingly bright smile shining up at me. And I felt like I had just ran a marathon again; pulse racing, body burning and tingling all at once, breath completely gone.

I think I'm drunk. That's the only reasoning behind what I did, what I was going to do. That would be my alibi, I drank too much. It was the only thing that made sense.

Before I knew it I was leaning into Darla, pressing my mouth against hers full force. My head swimming from her smell, and the surprised squeak she gave me when I grabbed the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. Aw man! What are you doing?

Easy, he's committing suicide.

Again, please, please please, forgive my grammar I just wanted to get this posted ASAP and I got impatient during revision!

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