Here's the new chapter... which I'm liking... because I'm starting to feel like the story is moving in a new direction... an intended and also quiet un-intended direction! hehe.
A few replies.
Vins_Gurl: Who needs bonding when you have Hatred and Alchol? HEHE.
Lani: Your my peep's! This entire FF is dedicated to you in all your greatness! How's the Kitty? Kitty Rufio? Did you decide? Hehee. I think he'd be a cute Rufio.
Danielle: Ohh that's coming I have promised everyone but everyone, at least one scene where Diana shows of her state Champ boxing abilities... but it may not be where you think!!
Padawanjediani: Yes I noticed that Diana was more uptight in this FF then in the movie, but there is purpose for that. Including she's JUST and I mean JUST travelled across country... she's staying with an Aunt she doesn't really know, but wants to impress, she is missing her family and friends back in New York, she's met up with people she doesn't like... and through all that Letty is the only one she in any-way remembers, and even then it's not they way she orginally remembered her. So I'm kinda working on the frayed nerve's thing... I mean even Diana gets nervous, as was shown in the movie!!
Brin: Hehe... I liked Adrian and I even liked him with Diana but I just couldn't get into his head space after losing to a girl... a girl that was his girlfriend... so... I just decided to say trouble and cut him out. But I must agree he wasn't my favoured character!
All my other reveiwers: Thanks so much for your kind words!!! They are inspiring and make me wanna write more! See this only took me like what? A week to put up? HEHE! That's an improvement on a month!
Chapter 6
Vince sighed, why the hell did he have to go out to her? He wasn't the damn waiter. If she wasn't around... she just didn't get some of Mia's cherry pie. That's all. One more piece for him. Mmm... maybe he could just PRETEND to have asked her if she wanted some.
Opening the front door and leaning out, Vince called with a manly pout, "Oy... you want dessert?"
Diana sat on the stairs of the house, her head resting in her arms. Looking out at the busy street almost hypnotically.
"Yo! Er... D.. Diana? You want some Cherry Pie?" Vince questioned again in case she didn't realize he was talking to her... not that there was anything else it could have been.
Diana remained silent, her hunchback faced at him.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Vince declared coming out to stand behind her, large arms crossed over his chest his foot tapped impatiently.
Again no reply.
Vince frowned and nudged her back with his large booted foot.
"Don't touch me!" Diana snarled reaching around behind her swiftly, yanking Vince's large foot straight out from under him, causing him to stumble, his arms flailing trying to keep his balance precariously, coming up against the front door with a thud. At least he'd regained his balance.
His first logical thought was to write her off and head back inside were he was safe from New York PMS, but of course logically was quickly pushed aside by the indignity and anger, that always held place as first re-action with Vince.
"Hey! What was that for! I was just asking you if you wanted dessert!" Vince scowled as he stalked down the steps so he was right in her face, his anger and confused disbelief obvious.
"And I was ignoring you!" Diana snapped with a mutinious scowl, leaving Vince without any doubt, that if she could get away with it, she'd kill every single one of them.
"What the hell did I do?" Vince demanded, not really expecting an answer, that's why he answered his own question with, "Unless you like one of us. You like Dom don't you?" Vince said suddenly his eye's lighting with understanding. Everyone liked Dom. Women couldn't resist him, much to Letty's chagrin.
"What?" Diana's eye's bugged out and she rose to her feet in but second, her knee's bent slightly and her fist's clenching tightly as she demanded dangerously, "What?"
"You like Dom." Vince repeated slowly, with a taunting grin. "Don't worry I won't tell anyone." Then, not sure what prompted him on Vince added, "Everyone like's the Toretto's... Like Mia..." Vince said smirking as x-rated Mia fantasies played inside his head at the drop of a hat.
"No wonder he's so damn up-himself..." Diana said, her hand's un-clenching as she waved her hand dismissively. She wasn't a brawler. She was a boxer. And the dumb guy without his bag of chips, was to pathetic to waste her time on. "You mean you like Mia... I couldn't give a flying f..." Diana didn't even finish her sentence he wasn't worth it. "Pathetic..." Diana told Vince in disgust, walking across the front lawn.
"Where the hell do you think your going?" Vince demanded, bristling and scowling when she deemed him pathetic. He knew it was... different... difficult... that if he and Mia had a thing, they'd have to be careful... make sure not to aleinate Dom, make sure they didn't end up hating each other... though he wouldn't put money on that happening.
"For a walk!" Diana told him with a scowl heading down the street.
"Not alone your not." This street was full of drug dealer's... burgular's... wife beater's... pimp's... pro's... anything you could image in a jail cell, populated freely this long street. Not that he and the gang were any different really. 'Cept they wouldn't go to jail for street racing.
"I live in NewYork..." Diana left off an insult directed at Vince and kept walking.
"Good for you, but you aren't going to get there on foot... at night... through L.A." Vince claimed, jogging after her, his large feet making a non-to-subtle path after her.
"I can take care of myself!" Diana demanded, crossing her arms defensively.
"Yeah, and Letty can kick my ass..." Vince snorted. Well... she could... but that was only because he couldn't hit her back... if nothing else for fear of Dom's wrath.
"Get lost... or I'll make you get lost." Diana said turnign to scowl at the large beef cake.
"Try it. If you go. I'm going. I'm not letting Letty's cousin get lost on her first night in L.A." Vince said determinedly.
"Letty's cousin! Letty's cousin! I'm Diana. Just damn Diana. " Diana scowled, "Stop calling me Letty's cousin!" Diana added in case he hadn't figured out her previous indigantion.
"Sorry, Damn Diana. But that's what you are! And that's the only reason any of us are putting up with your crap!" Vince snapped back... "Well... except maybe Leon..." Vince added in after-thought.
Diana stopped short, and scowled at him... "Well if you don't wanna put up with my crap... why not tell me to leave... you think I wouldn't?" Diana demanded, incredulious. She had just been waiting to be kicked out.
"Dom would never do that. None of us would." Vince took pleasure in informing her. "Letty's family... and no matter what we think, that make you family! We don't turn our back on family, just because they are acting like a 2 year old with a cold!" Vince said, arrogantly pleased that he'd used an analogy involving children. Women related to that kind of stuff.
"Family eh?" Diana asked surprisingly quiet. Family. She understood... but she didn't want to admit it.
"Yeah! Family! And if you were any kind of family you'd grit your teeth and bare it. For Letty's sake!" Vince added... ohh yeah... he got to take the high moral ground for once. He could to preach for once!
Diana scowled at Vince again. But because he was right... he was making sense. Dumb muscle-head. "Fine! But I don't like them. I don't like you! And I REALLY don't like that arrogant bastard Dom!" Diana told him as if to wound him.
"Fine and we don't like you. But let's just pretend for the rest of the night alright?" Vince said heaving a long suffering sigh, of a man, that dealt with too many women. "Come on... come in the house and have some Cherry Pie. Mia's really good at making that stuff." Vince said, heading back towards the house.
Diana scowled and followed Vince grudingly... "Yeah... I'm allergic to Cherry Pie. Got a beer?" Diana asked, maybe she shouldn't. She hadn't since she'd started boxing. But she knew that was going no-where. She was never going to get a trainer like Hector. She was never going to be state champ again without him. He was more then a trainer and coach. He had been like the father she'd always wanted. And now that was over.
A few replies.
Vins_Gurl: Who needs bonding when you have Hatred and Alchol? HEHE.
Lani: Your my peep's! This entire FF is dedicated to you in all your greatness! How's the Kitty? Kitty Rufio? Did you decide? Hehee. I think he'd be a cute Rufio.
Danielle: Ohh that's coming I have promised everyone but everyone, at least one scene where Diana shows of her state Champ boxing abilities... but it may not be where you think!!
Padawanjediani: Yes I noticed that Diana was more uptight in this FF then in the movie, but there is purpose for that. Including she's JUST and I mean JUST travelled across country... she's staying with an Aunt she doesn't really know, but wants to impress, she is missing her family and friends back in New York, she's met up with people she doesn't like... and through all that Letty is the only one she in any-way remembers, and even then it's not they way she orginally remembered her. So I'm kinda working on the frayed nerve's thing... I mean even Diana gets nervous, as was shown in the movie!!
Brin: Hehe... I liked Adrian and I even liked him with Diana but I just couldn't get into his head space after losing to a girl... a girl that was his girlfriend... so... I just decided to say trouble and cut him out. But I must agree he wasn't my favoured character!
All my other reveiwers: Thanks so much for your kind words!!! They are inspiring and make me wanna write more! See this only took me like what? A week to put up? HEHE! That's an improvement on a month!
Chapter 6
Vince sighed, why the hell did he have to go out to her? He wasn't the damn waiter. If she wasn't around... she just didn't get some of Mia's cherry pie. That's all. One more piece for him. Mmm... maybe he could just PRETEND to have asked her if she wanted some.
Opening the front door and leaning out, Vince called with a manly pout, "Oy... you want dessert?"
Diana sat on the stairs of the house, her head resting in her arms. Looking out at the busy street almost hypnotically.
"Yo! Er... D.. Diana? You want some Cherry Pie?" Vince questioned again in case she didn't realize he was talking to her... not that there was anything else it could have been.
Diana remained silent, her hunchback faced at him.
"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Vince declared coming out to stand behind her, large arms crossed over his chest his foot tapped impatiently.
Again no reply.
Vince frowned and nudged her back with his large booted foot.
"Don't touch me!" Diana snarled reaching around behind her swiftly, yanking Vince's large foot straight out from under him, causing him to stumble, his arms flailing trying to keep his balance precariously, coming up against the front door with a thud. At least he'd regained his balance.
His first logical thought was to write her off and head back inside were he was safe from New York PMS, but of course logically was quickly pushed aside by the indignity and anger, that always held place as first re-action with Vince.
"Hey! What was that for! I was just asking you if you wanted dessert!" Vince scowled as he stalked down the steps so he was right in her face, his anger and confused disbelief obvious.
"And I was ignoring you!" Diana snapped with a mutinious scowl, leaving Vince without any doubt, that if she could get away with it, she'd kill every single one of them.
"What the hell did I do?" Vince demanded, not really expecting an answer, that's why he answered his own question with, "Unless you like one of us. You like Dom don't you?" Vince said suddenly his eye's lighting with understanding. Everyone liked Dom. Women couldn't resist him, much to Letty's chagrin.
"What?" Diana's eye's bugged out and she rose to her feet in but second, her knee's bent slightly and her fist's clenching tightly as she demanded dangerously, "What?"
"You like Dom." Vince repeated slowly, with a taunting grin. "Don't worry I won't tell anyone." Then, not sure what prompted him on Vince added, "Everyone like's the Toretto's... Like Mia..." Vince said smirking as x-rated Mia fantasies played inside his head at the drop of a hat.
"No wonder he's so damn up-himself..." Diana said, her hand's un-clenching as she waved her hand dismissively. She wasn't a brawler. She was a boxer. And the dumb guy without his bag of chips, was to pathetic to waste her time on. "You mean you like Mia... I couldn't give a flying f..." Diana didn't even finish her sentence he wasn't worth it. "Pathetic..." Diana told Vince in disgust, walking across the front lawn.
"Where the hell do you think your going?" Vince demanded, bristling and scowling when she deemed him pathetic. He knew it was... different... difficult... that if he and Mia had a thing, they'd have to be careful... make sure not to aleinate Dom, make sure they didn't end up hating each other... though he wouldn't put money on that happening.
"For a walk!" Diana told him with a scowl heading down the street.
"Not alone your not." This street was full of drug dealer's... burgular's... wife beater's... pimp's... pro's... anything you could image in a jail cell, populated freely this long street. Not that he and the gang were any different really. 'Cept they wouldn't go to jail for street racing.
"I live in NewYork..." Diana left off an insult directed at Vince and kept walking.
"Good for you, but you aren't going to get there on foot... at night... through L.A." Vince claimed, jogging after her, his large feet making a non-to-subtle path after her.
"I can take care of myself!" Diana demanded, crossing her arms defensively.
"Yeah, and Letty can kick my ass..." Vince snorted. Well... she could... but that was only because he couldn't hit her back... if nothing else for fear of Dom's wrath.
"Get lost... or I'll make you get lost." Diana said turnign to scowl at the large beef cake.
"Try it. If you go. I'm going. I'm not letting Letty's cousin get lost on her first night in L.A." Vince said determinedly.
"Letty's cousin! Letty's cousin! I'm Diana. Just damn Diana. " Diana scowled, "Stop calling me Letty's cousin!" Diana added in case he hadn't figured out her previous indigantion.
"Sorry, Damn Diana. But that's what you are! And that's the only reason any of us are putting up with your crap!" Vince snapped back... "Well... except maybe Leon..." Vince added in after-thought.
Diana stopped short, and scowled at him... "Well if you don't wanna put up with my crap... why not tell me to leave... you think I wouldn't?" Diana demanded, incredulious. She had just been waiting to be kicked out.
"Dom would never do that. None of us would." Vince took pleasure in informing her. "Letty's family... and no matter what we think, that make you family! We don't turn our back on family, just because they are acting like a 2 year old with a cold!" Vince said, arrogantly pleased that he'd used an analogy involving children. Women related to that kind of stuff.
"Family eh?" Diana asked surprisingly quiet. Family. She understood... but she didn't want to admit it.
"Yeah! Family! And if you were any kind of family you'd grit your teeth and bare it. For Letty's sake!" Vince added... ohh yeah... he got to take the high moral ground for once. He could to preach for once!
Diana scowled at Vince again. But because he was right... he was making sense. Dumb muscle-head. "Fine! But I don't like them. I don't like you! And I REALLY don't like that arrogant bastard Dom!" Diana told him as if to wound him.
"Fine and we don't like you. But let's just pretend for the rest of the night alright?" Vince said heaving a long suffering sigh, of a man, that dealt with too many women. "Come on... come in the house and have some Cherry Pie. Mia's really good at making that stuff." Vince said, heading back towards the house.
Diana scowled and followed Vince grudingly... "Yeah... I'm allergic to Cherry Pie. Got a beer?" Diana asked, maybe she shouldn't. She hadn't since she'd started boxing. But she knew that was going no-where. She was never going to get a trainer like Hector. She was never going to be state champ again without him. He was more then a trainer and coach. He had been like the father she'd always wanted. And now that was over.