*NOTE TO READERS: As badly as I want to use Mark, people are getting
confused, and truth be told, so am I, so for all parteies involved, Letty
will just be calling him Vin, and for one person who asked, yes Letty is
with Vin Diesel....VIN DIESEL....just had to clear that up, and while I'm
at it......is anyone actually enjoying this fic? My skills are slowly
diminishing and I'm thinking about throwing in the towel for a while.
Everytime I sit down to write, it starts off okay, but by the middle of the
chapter I'm frustrated...... I'm gonna talk to my English
Professor......and start writing my fics like I write everything
else......taking my time and jotting down ideas, character profiles, drfts
and revisions....I have to make my work better, for me, and for readers.
Anyways.... Love you guys! Oh, and I AM taking complete artistic liscence
with some of this, cause unlike movie fics........i know nothing about
Vin's personal life, plus it's really fun to just make up stuff!
~Andie
(4.) Secret Lives
We arrive at his "house" if you want to call it that. It could be considered as a national monument judging by it's size. I stare at it blankly and tilt my head to the side like it's an obscure work of art, because...it is. I straighten my posture and turn to him, grimacing.
"This WOULD be your house", I say shaking my head. He frowns and stops from opening the door and looks at me expecting an explanation.
"It's fucking Buckingham Palace, Vin." His tongue snakes out to the corner of his mouth and lingers as he breaks into a grin. He joins me and stoops down in his seat to take a look at it. In the deafening silence of the car, he snorts in slight laughter. I smile back at him.
"You get a little money and just go crazy, huh?", I ask him playfully. He sits back up and sighs, getting out of the car.
"You should see my mom's place", he raises an eyebrow closing the door. I sit dazed looking at...it. I mean we have a larger than average house, but we didn't earn it, or buy it, we just got it. Our place is nothing compared to this. Suddenly the door opens, and he non-chalantly offers me a hand.
"You don't have to do that", I tell him accepting the help. I don't want him to think I was purposely sitting there waiting, being a lazy bitch, but at the same time I didnt want him to know I was oogling at his home. There are no gates or ten foot fences, like one might expect, but it is deep into the woods, on a hill. I thought he was taking me to Nevada on a back road or something. I step out nervous, and he walks ahead of me shoving his keys into his pocket. I guess he senses that I'm hesitantly walking much further behind him, because he turns around, gives me a reassuring smile, and waits for me to catch up. I increase my stride until I'm beside him and we enter the house. The moment I step across the threshhold, I'm calmed. I don't know if it's the way the lights create this warm yellowish-orange glow across all the white and cream colored furniture, or if it's the way everything smells like cinnamon, but in that instant I finally relaxed. He stands behind me and closes the door, then I feel his large hand on the small of my back leading me into the den. To my suprise, we're not alone.
"It's about time you brought your sorry ass home......Mr. too good to be.." , a large black man yells getting up from a couch. He stops when he sees me.
"What's up?", he raises two fingers at me. I nod and smile. He looks back at Vin who is now walking into the kitchen area. See, the den and kitchen aren't separated. There's a bar that turns into the counter. He steps down and walks back towards us with a phone in hand.
"Okay.........I know I said that I would cook, but I havent been home since 9 AM, so if it's okay with you, I was thinking we could just order in...", he raises his brows, begging for my approval.
"That's cool", I nod and smile. He smiles big, and starts dailing. I just stand there looking at him, along with the rest of the house's occupants, until he finally gets the point.
"Oh!......Sorry...how rude of me......Let, this is Roy", he says pointing to the aforementioned black man. I shake his hand, and all the others as he says their names and points to them.
"Jay, Tommy, Donny, Chris and Jake, this is Ricky's kid sister Letty", he tells them, and they all nod, as if suddenly realizing something. They obviously all know Ricky, how, I couldn't tell you. I swear he has a secret life, that everyone knows about but me. I guess whoever is on the other end of the phone picks up cause Vin turns away and starts ordering.
"So you're Letty Rodriguez.....man, Ricky and Vin talk about you all the time....", Roy starts, before Vin yells to everyone that the "grub" will be here shortly. He walks over to me as all the guys return to glue themselves to a ball game on t.v. He stands close to me and smiles.
"Is this okay,cause I can ask them to leave...", he asks me softly.
"It's cool, it's your house, they're cool", I shake my head.
"I just want you to be comfortable"
"I am", I grin. He nods understanding.
"Let's go outside", he looks at me eyes narrowed, his voice taking a serious low tone. I nod and follow him to the beautiful french door to the patio. He opens them for me and we walk out onto the large wooden deck. I sit in a lounge chair as he takes a seat next to me, pulling his chair closer. We sit in silence, and right before I decide to ease the tension by saying something, he beats me to it.
"I'm sorry Letty. I know your mad about me leaving and everything, and you have every right to be, It's just that...when I found out about you and Ricky comming here, I was living a different life, and I wasn't sure how you guys would react to it.....I was scared, but at the same time, I missed being around people I knew....so I just called him one day....and he told me about how much you'd.....grown", he smiles looking me up and down. I blush slightly, hoping he didn't notice. He lays back and sighs, putting a hand behind his head, looking into the heavens.
"He told me how upset you were when I left, because I didn't say goodbye...", he pauses. Note to self: kick Ricky's face in when you get home.
"It's okay", I whisper. Looking up past the branches of an emormous oak tree lumming above us. A breeze floats through and rustles it's leaves, when I feel his knuckles brush my cheek. I swallow and blink before turning onto my side.
"I'm sorry", he tells me sweetly. I smile bitting my lip. He leans into me until our heads touch.
"I'm sorry for hurting you, Peaches", he whispers, his breath warm. His hands rest on my sides, and mine go around his neck for a hug.
"I was so scared, that's why I waited so long to see you......I was scared you'd hate me", he whispers into my hair, pulling me closer.
"I never meant to hurt you", he adds. Okay, so maybe I haven't told you the whole story. There's more to our...history, than I let on. Yeah, we never dated, but, from the moment I discovered my hormones, I knew that I liked......maybe even loved him. The thing is, so did he. One time, a LONG time ago, in a moment of insanity and PMS I told him that I was in love with him. I couldn't have been any older than 12, and I confessed my undying love for him in my room. I was crying and yelling at him, because I was tired of seeing all his girlfriends prance in front of me. I hated seeing all these chicks treating him like shit, cause he's loyal. They walked all over him cause they could. It killed me everytime he would sneak up to my room depressed. I told him all this and he just looked at me with sad eyes. I knew then, that this union was never meant to be. That night, he watched my heart break. I say 'sneak' because.....well, he and I would talk...a lot....but no one else knew. It's like this little secret thing we had that no one else saw. He would come over when Ricky was gone, and sit with me in my room talking. He was like a brother, but only because he was always there for me, and protective. It still hurts just thinking about it. He never wanted me the way I did him, and we both knew that. I guess he didn't want his buddies to know that he was having 3-hour long conversations with a 12 year old, but i didn't mind, cause neither did I. For those few hours, he was mine. He was truely my best friend. I could tell him anything, no matter how trivial, or stupid, he always listened, and he never betrayed me. It was amazing. He stood up for me when Ricky and the guys would pick on me, and nobody had the balls to say any different. They teased him about liking me, but he just remained silent, till they eventually got the point. As I got older, he would give me advice about life, guys, school, whatever. It was great, if I couldn't have his heart, I would settle for his mind. Everything was great...until he left. I crumbled when I found out. Then........ma and pop. I can feel the warm liquid pooling in my bottom eye lid, before spilling out onto his shoulder.
"I just wish you would've been there when they died...........it would have been so much easier to bear...", I break down sobbing. He holds me tighter.
"I'm so sorry", he whispers, hurt and guilt heavy in his voice. It's not his fault, I realize that. I know it's not. I sniff, trying to compose my self as I pull back from him.
"You're here now, that's all that matters", I manage a smile. He smiles and kisses me softly on the lips, suprisingly.
"You forgive me?"
"Yes.....I forgive you", I tell him. Of course I forgive him.
~Andie
(4.) Secret Lives
We arrive at his "house" if you want to call it that. It could be considered as a national monument judging by it's size. I stare at it blankly and tilt my head to the side like it's an obscure work of art, because...it is. I straighten my posture and turn to him, grimacing.
"This WOULD be your house", I say shaking my head. He frowns and stops from opening the door and looks at me expecting an explanation.
"It's fucking Buckingham Palace, Vin." His tongue snakes out to the corner of his mouth and lingers as he breaks into a grin. He joins me and stoops down in his seat to take a look at it. In the deafening silence of the car, he snorts in slight laughter. I smile back at him.
"You get a little money and just go crazy, huh?", I ask him playfully. He sits back up and sighs, getting out of the car.
"You should see my mom's place", he raises an eyebrow closing the door. I sit dazed looking at...it. I mean we have a larger than average house, but we didn't earn it, or buy it, we just got it. Our place is nothing compared to this. Suddenly the door opens, and he non-chalantly offers me a hand.
"You don't have to do that", I tell him accepting the help. I don't want him to think I was purposely sitting there waiting, being a lazy bitch, but at the same time I didnt want him to know I was oogling at his home. There are no gates or ten foot fences, like one might expect, but it is deep into the woods, on a hill. I thought he was taking me to Nevada on a back road or something. I step out nervous, and he walks ahead of me shoving his keys into his pocket. I guess he senses that I'm hesitantly walking much further behind him, because he turns around, gives me a reassuring smile, and waits for me to catch up. I increase my stride until I'm beside him and we enter the house. The moment I step across the threshhold, I'm calmed. I don't know if it's the way the lights create this warm yellowish-orange glow across all the white and cream colored furniture, or if it's the way everything smells like cinnamon, but in that instant I finally relaxed. He stands behind me and closes the door, then I feel his large hand on the small of my back leading me into the den. To my suprise, we're not alone.
"It's about time you brought your sorry ass home......Mr. too good to be.." , a large black man yells getting up from a couch. He stops when he sees me.
"What's up?", he raises two fingers at me. I nod and smile. He looks back at Vin who is now walking into the kitchen area. See, the den and kitchen aren't separated. There's a bar that turns into the counter. He steps down and walks back towards us with a phone in hand.
"Okay.........I know I said that I would cook, but I havent been home since 9 AM, so if it's okay with you, I was thinking we could just order in...", he raises his brows, begging for my approval.
"That's cool", I nod and smile. He smiles big, and starts dailing. I just stand there looking at him, along with the rest of the house's occupants, until he finally gets the point.
"Oh!......Sorry...how rude of me......Let, this is Roy", he says pointing to the aforementioned black man. I shake his hand, and all the others as he says their names and points to them.
"Jay, Tommy, Donny, Chris and Jake, this is Ricky's kid sister Letty", he tells them, and they all nod, as if suddenly realizing something. They obviously all know Ricky, how, I couldn't tell you. I swear he has a secret life, that everyone knows about but me. I guess whoever is on the other end of the phone picks up cause Vin turns away and starts ordering.
"So you're Letty Rodriguez.....man, Ricky and Vin talk about you all the time....", Roy starts, before Vin yells to everyone that the "grub" will be here shortly. He walks over to me as all the guys return to glue themselves to a ball game on t.v. He stands close to me and smiles.
"Is this okay,cause I can ask them to leave...", he asks me softly.
"It's cool, it's your house, they're cool", I shake my head.
"I just want you to be comfortable"
"I am", I grin. He nods understanding.
"Let's go outside", he looks at me eyes narrowed, his voice taking a serious low tone. I nod and follow him to the beautiful french door to the patio. He opens them for me and we walk out onto the large wooden deck. I sit in a lounge chair as he takes a seat next to me, pulling his chair closer. We sit in silence, and right before I decide to ease the tension by saying something, he beats me to it.
"I'm sorry Letty. I know your mad about me leaving and everything, and you have every right to be, It's just that...when I found out about you and Ricky comming here, I was living a different life, and I wasn't sure how you guys would react to it.....I was scared, but at the same time, I missed being around people I knew....so I just called him one day....and he told me about how much you'd.....grown", he smiles looking me up and down. I blush slightly, hoping he didn't notice. He lays back and sighs, putting a hand behind his head, looking into the heavens.
"He told me how upset you were when I left, because I didn't say goodbye...", he pauses. Note to self: kick Ricky's face in when you get home.
"It's okay", I whisper. Looking up past the branches of an emormous oak tree lumming above us. A breeze floats through and rustles it's leaves, when I feel his knuckles brush my cheek. I swallow and blink before turning onto my side.
"I'm sorry", he tells me sweetly. I smile bitting my lip. He leans into me until our heads touch.
"I'm sorry for hurting you, Peaches", he whispers, his breath warm. His hands rest on my sides, and mine go around his neck for a hug.
"I was so scared, that's why I waited so long to see you......I was scared you'd hate me", he whispers into my hair, pulling me closer.
"I never meant to hurt you", he adds. Okay, so maybe I haven't told you the whole story. There's more to our...history, than I let on. Yeah, we never dated, but, from the moment I discovered my hormones, I knew that I liked......maybe even loved him. The thing is, so did he. One time, a LONG time ago, in a moment of insanity and PMS I told him that I was in love with him. I couldn't have been any older than 12, and I confessed my undying love for him in my room. I was crying and yelling at him, because I was tired of seeing all his girlfriends prance in front of me. I hated seeing all these chicks treating him like shit, cause he's loyal. They walked all over him cause they could. It killed me everytime he would sneak up to my room depressed. I told him all this and he just looked at me with sad eyes. I knew then, that this union was never meant to be. That night, he watched my heart break. I say 'sneak' because.....well, he and I would talk...a lot....but no one else knew. It's like this little secret thing we had that no one else saw. He would come over when Ricky was gone, and sit with me in my room talking. He was like a brother, but only because he was always there for me, and protective. It still hurts just thinking about it. He never wanted me the way I did him, and we both knew that. I guess he didn't want his buddies to know that he was having 3-hour long conversations with a 12 year old, but i didn't mind, cause neither did I. For those few hours, he was mine. He was truely my best friend. I could tell him anything, no matter how trivial, or stupid, he always listened, and he never betrayed me. It was amazing. He stood up for me when Ricky and the guys would pick on me, and nobody had the balls to say any different. They teased him about liking me, but he just remained silent, till they eventually got the point. As I got older, he would give me advice about life, guys, school, whatever. It was great, if I couldn't have his heart, I would settle for his mind. Everything was great...until he left. I crumbled when I found out. Then........ma and pop. I can feel the warm liquid pooling in my bottom eye lid, before spilling out onto his shoulder.
"I just wish you would've been there when they died...........it would have been so much easier to bear...", I break down sobbing. He holds me tighter.
"I'm so sorry", he whispers, hurt and guilt heavy in his voice. It's not his fault, I realize that. I know it's not. I sniff, trying to compose my self as I pull back from him.
"You're here now, that's all that matters", I manage a smile. He smiles and kisses me softly on the lips, suprisingly.
"You forgive me?"
"Yes.....I forgive you", I tell him. Of course I forgive him.