Rating: R....maybe NC-17 later
Author: Andie T.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the motion picture The Fast and the Furious, nor do I own, or am associated with Vin Diesel in any way. There, my ass is covered......
Summary: I won't give a summary for every installment but I will explain a little for those who I may have lost. Ok, brace yourself ladies, this is a new kind of fic. It's not really AU, but it kinda is. This fic involves VIn......yes Vin Diesel, and.....Letty from TFATF.....I know, I know, I know it's weird, but I really REALLY like her character. I really like writing for her character too! And as for Vin, well.....enough said. Ok, I know this is weird but, I've had the storyline in my head for a long time and I was just trying to figure out an interesting way to do it. Which leads to.....
Feedback: You gotta let me know how this idea is sitting with you girls. I hate when people say" if you don't review, i dont write", but (he he he) If I get no feedback, there's no reason for me to post anymore.....I'll keep writing cause I love it and I have to write to live, but I just won't post, so in short......HELL YEAH!!!!
Perfect Circle
(1) First things first.
I'm so sick of this shit. Every damn night he does this shit. Is it too goddamn much to ask to be able to come home at night to a quiet house? My brother is having another one of his"let's act like no one else lives here, and make all the noise we can" parties. The house is lit up like a hooker on sunset, and the thumping pulse of six speakers that surround the living room are radiating from inside.
"Fucking shit...", I mutter, stepping out of my car. At least they do have the courtisy to leave me a spot in the garage. I push the already open door and step into paradise. Immediately I'm attacked by drunken idiots looking for an easy lay. I brush past them with no emotion on my face. I'm looking for my brother. Scanning the room for his figure, I find him in the kitchen sitting around a table with his psuedo friends.
"Ticia, you're home", he greets me behind a puff of cigar smoke rising in front of his face. He sits along with his crew and awaits my reaction. I calmly lean down, place both hands on the underside of the table and flip it over, keeping my eyes on him. Cards, poker chips, and beer bottles fly through the air before hitting the linoleum, and he still sits in his chair, locking with my gaze.
"Good night", I tell him calmly, before exiting the room, and walking into the disco inferno taking place in the living room. I angrily brush past everyone, leaving a trail of pissed off alcoholics behind me. I reach the stairs and take them two at a time. I can hear the faint noises of people having one night stands in the guest rooms. I open my door and hit the 'power' button on my stereo to drown out the pulsating beats of that techno shit. I steady myself as I kick off each boot into my open closet. I hesitate a moment before grabbing at the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. Now this is the moment we met. At the exact moment I get my shirt to the point where it's covering my eyes, I hear the little brass knob click.
"Just my luck", I mumble to myself, stopping right there not even bothering to move my shirt back down. Whoever is walking in has already saw anything I would want to hide.
"Oh, shit....I'm....in the wrong room", he states in horror. I just stand there in the assumed position, with my shirt covering my head, my bra exposed.
"Well, what room are ya looking for?", I mumble through the cloth. I can almost feel the confused expression on his face, and I can hear his uncertainty in the shifting of his weight to his left side. I can't see him but he's gotta be at least 6'1....6'2.
"Ummm.....the ummm.....I'm sorry for barging in on you!", he says the latter suddenly. I hesitantly drop my arms to lower my shirt. Thank God, I didnt look right up at him right away.
"Look it's fine, dude......the bathroom is down one.......", my jaw drops the second I look up.
"Letticia, is that you?", he asks walking closer. I stand stunned and amazed. I gaze at him in utter disbelief, and I even think I may be drooling.
"Mark?", I ask softly.
"Letty", he walks even closer to me.
"I haven't seen you in so long", he smiles. I smile back sweetly, before landing a punch right square on his beautiful jaw. He stumbles back holding the afflicted area, looking at me like I sprouted another head.
"Letty, what the hell?"
"Fuck you Mark", I tell him sweetly before running out the door into the bathroom. I lock myself inside and try to comprehend what the fuck I just done.
Author: Andie T.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the motion picture The Fast and the Furious, nor do I own, or am associated with Vin Diesel in any way. There, my ass is covered......
Summary: I won't give a summary for every installment but I will explain a little for those who I may have lost. Ok, brace yourself ladies, this is a new kind of fic. It's not really AU, but it kinda is. This fic involves VIn......yes Vin Diesel, and.....Letty from TFATF.....I know, I know, I know it's weird, but I really REALLY like her character. I really like writing for her character too! And as for Vin, well.....enough said. Ok, I know this is weird but, I've had the storyline in my head for a long time and I was just trying to figure out an interesting way to do it. Which leads to.....
Feedback: You gotta let me know how this idea is sitting with you girls. I hate when people say" if you don't review, i dont write", but (he he he) If I get no feedback, there's no reason for me to post anymore.....I'll keep writing cause I love it and I have to write to live, but I just won't post, so in short......HELL YEAH!!!!
Perfect Circle
(1) First things first.
I'm so sick of this shit. Every damn night he does this shit. Is it too goddamn much to ask to be able to come home at night to a quiet house? My brother is having another one of his"let's act like no one else lives here, and make all the noise we can" parties. The house is lit up like a hooker on sunset, and the thumping pulse of six speakers that surround the living room are radiating from inside.
"Fucking shit...", I mutter, stepping out of my car. At least they do have the courtisy to leave me a spot in the garage. I push the already open door and step into paradise. Immediately I'm attacked by drunken idiots looking for an easy lay. I brush past them with no emotion on my face. I'm looking for my brother. Scanning the room for his figure, I find him in the kitchen sitting around a table with his psuedo friends.
"Ticia, you're home", he greets me behind a puff of cigar smoke rising in front of his face. He sits along with his crew and awaits my reaction. I calmly lean down, place both hands on the underside of the table and flip it over, keeping my eyes on him. Cards, poker chips, and beer bottles fly through the air before hitting the linoleum, and he still sits in his chair, locking with my gaze.
"Good night", I tell him calmly, before exiting the room, and walking into the disco inferno taking place in the living room. I angrily brush past everyone, leaving a trail of pissed off alcoholics behind me. I reach the stairs and take them two at a time. I can hear the faint noises of people having one night stands in the guest rooms. I open my door and hit the 'power' button on my stereo to drown out the pulsating beats of that techno shit. I steady myself as I kick off each boot into my open closet. I hesitate a moment before grabbing at the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. Now this is the moment we met. At the exact moment I get my shirt to the point where it's covering my eyes, I hear the little brass knob click.
"Just my luck", I mumble to myself, stopping right there not even bothering to move my shirt back down. Whoever is walking in has already saw anything I would want to hide.
"Oh, shit....I'm....in the wrong room", he states in horror. I just stand there in the assumed position, with my shirt covering my head, my bra exposed.
"Well, what room are ya looking for?", I mumble through the cloth. I can almost feel the confused expression on his face, and I can hear his uncertainty in the shifting of his weight to his left side. I can't see him but he's gotta be at least 6'1....6'2.
"Ummm.....the ummm.....I'm sorry for barging in on you!", he says the latter suddenly. I hesitantly drop my arms to lower my shirt. Thank God, I didnt look right up at him right away.
"Look it's fine, dude......the bathroom is down one.......", my jaw drops the second I look up.
"Letticia, is that you?", he asks walking closer. I stand stunned and amazed. I gaze at him in utter disbelief, and I even think I may be drooling.
"Mark?", I ask softly.
"Letty", he walks even closer to me.
"I haven't seen you in so long", he smiles. I smile back sweetly, before landing a punch right square on his beautiful jaw. He stumbles back holding the afflicted area, looking at me like I sprouted another head.
"Letty, what the hell?"
"Fuck you Mark", I tell him sweetly before running out the door into the bathroom. I lock myself inside and try to comprehend what the fuck I just done.