Hey, hey readers. Just to tell you, this is a LONG chapter. I had to put all this in one chapter so it would make sense…cuz it's all connected. The reviews are appreciated. And don't worry, there will be some Dom/Letty later on in the story.

~*Sika Dawn

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Still Fast, Still Furious Ch 3—Familiar Faces ((Dom's POV))

            It was more less lunch time…for us, anyway. The team eats at odd times. We left the garage and headed towards the café, each in our respective cars: Letty in her purple Nissan 240SX; Leon in his yellow Skyline; Vince in his blue Nissan Maxima; Jesse in his white Jetta; and me in my red Mazda RX-7. Just like old times…every time we drove like this I remembered out old lives in L.A. before the heists…before V lost a good portion of use in his right arm and some in his left leg…before that fuck Tran shot Jesse between the ribs…before my stomach was in my throat when I saw Letty's Civic flip in my rearview mirror. I slammed my palm on the steering wheel, ignoring the stinging which resulted as I drove.

            Up ahead I saw the café. We kept the name "Toretto's Market and Café" as a reminder to our old lives…and my father…even tho he died so long ago, it's still empty without him. I pulled up and parked next to the curb, the team doing the same. We all cut the engines and stepped out of our cars. Letty walked up beside me and I instinctively put my arm around her waist. The guys were close behind; Jesse and V were talkin' cars, and Leon would chime in with something a few times.

            The café, I noticed, wasn't busy…save a girl at the counter talkin' to Mia. I walked into it, my arm still around Letty. Heading towards the counter I say, "Hey, Mia." The girl stopped talking so she could reply.

            "Hey, Dom. Were you guys planning on going to the concert tonight?" Mia asked, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed.

            Letty replied before I had a chance. "Hell yea, gurl." I have to smirk a little. My Letty is one rock chica. I felt my arms slip away from her body as she walked towards the back to get, I'm assuming, a beer.

            "Yea," I say. "The team could use a change of scenery."

            "Bri's coming with us," Mia says. Who the hell is Bri? At my questioning look she adds, "Her." Pointing to the girl she was talking to, who was currently just sitting and listening to us talk. She glanced up and smiled slightly.

            The guys come in and V sits at the counter beside Bri. He looks her up and down and says, "Hey. I haven't seen you around…I'd remember seeing you."

            Bri looks at him and eyes him the same way he did her. She pauses a second before responding. "I bet…and you'd also remember me telling you not to use cheesy pick up lines." Mia snorts, but tries to cover it. V just shrugs. That's V. Bri turns to look at me again. "We didn't really meet. Name's Tebridë Williams. But, as you heard, people call me Bri." She takes off her sunglasses and I freeze.

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((Letty's POV))

            Of course I'm going to the Good Charlotte concert. I can't believe Mia even asked. I left Dom's side to go grab a Corona from the back fridge. I noticed new magazines and shades in the rack so I stopped to look at them. Glancing up every once and awhile I saw V sit next to the girl Mia was talking to.

            "Hey," V says. "I haven't seen you around…I'd remember seeing you." I roll my eyes. What a loser…but that's why we love him. I think he's finally accepted the fact that he doesn't have a chance with Mia…she still loves Spil…O'Conner. Lying bastard that he is, he still saved our asses.

            The girl turns to him and pauses a second before replying, "I bet…and you'd remember me telling you not to use cheesy pick up lines."

            I shake my head and smirk. "Right on, gurl," I say to myself. I dropped the magazine I was looking at back on the rack and walked back over to Dom with two beers in hand. Handing him one the girl turns to us. She looks familiar…but I shake it off.

            "We didn't really meet," she says. "Name's Tebridë Williams. But, as you heard, people call me Bri." She takes off her sunglasses and I find myself looking a familiar pair of golden brown eyes. Dom and I freeze for a few seconds.

            Mia looks back and forth between us. "Have you already met or somethin?" she asks, unsure as to why the tension suddenly rose in the room.

            "You're that chick from downtown," I say, not really angry but my tone comes off like I am. I seem to do that.

            Bri looked uneasy. Jess and Le are standing next to V; all of us were looking at Bri. "Oh…umm…yea…about that--"

            I cut her off. "Miami's a bitch during the week. Shit happens."

            Bri nodded. "So hey, Good Charlotte concert tonight. That should kick some major ass."

            A grin crosses my face. "Fuck yea it will. You got a car, or you ridin' with us?"

            She shakes her head. "No...I'm ridin' with you. I'll be over later." She checks her watch. "I gotta get going, to pack and all that shit."

            "One of the guys will give you a lift," Mia says, volunteering the guy's services like she does often.

            "I'll take her," Jess says. Gotta love him. I can't believe we almost lost him…if he was gone…I don't know what I'd do…he walks up to Bri, who stood up, and says, "I'm Jesse. Need a lift?"

            "Bri," she replies. She shook her head in response to the question. "I'm fine. I'll be at your house at 6. Later." She turned and walked out of the café, heading in the direction we all drove from. I shrug and we all go about our business once again.

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((Tebridë's POV))

Wow…that was extremely odd. How weird is it that I see them again? Fate must be on my side today…Good Charlotte concert, staying at an actual house, AND get in with some street racers. Mia said her brother was good. Imagine my surprise when I see the chick I ran in to downtown close enough to punch me. But I had a feeling she wouldn't; she didn't give off the vibe she would hit me…other girls' yea, but probably cuz they hang all over her boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, he's hot…but I wouldn't ever do that to a friend. I smiled. "Yea…we are friends." I walked down the street, sun at my back. I glanced at my watch. 4pm. Just enough time.

            I look around the at the surroundings and sigh. "I didn't get lost…way to go." The quietness was becoming annoying; I started to softly sing a song. "Now this looks like a job for De-troit//Everybody, just follow Steve//Cuz  we need another, cup can't you see//Cuz it feels so empty without Stanley." I have to smile when I sing that; it brings back great memories of watching the Red Wings dominate, and my friends and I getting really into the games. I shake my head. "Someday we'll be back together…I owe them that much."

            I walk down a deserted, dark street; even tho it was mid-day, this street was always shit. I walked to about the middle of the block and turned left to walk up the steps of my current home. "Not tonight," I mumbled to myself. I open the door and ignore everyone else as someone tries to say something to me and walk to the small back room I willingly chose. In less than 15 minutes I'd packed everything I had brought to this hellhole. I head back out the front door to the Toretto's. "We can only hope I don't get lost in this god-forsaken city," I roll my eyes to myself knowing that it's partly possible.